I'll wait for your call. ”

Emperor Lin hung up the phone, walked lightly to the bedroom, and gently pushed the door open.

On the pillow, Jun Qing still maintained the posture just now, sleeping very deeply.

Closing the door again, Emperor Lin sat back down in front of the computer.

In less than ten minutes, Tian Ye's message was sent with a web address and an encrypted password.

Emperor Lin used the computer to open the website address given to him by the other party, entered the password, and the screen automatically jumped to an encrypted website.

After entering his previous special ID and password in the team, Emperor Lin successfully entered the background folder, and sure enough, he saw all the information packages of "Operation Storm" inside.

Open the file, and Emperor Lin read it carefully one by one.

In the folder, all the information they found at that time was listed.

From the pirate leader "White Shark" to his men, there are more than 200 people.

The information is divided into three parts, one of the pirates identified as having died in action, one of those who have been caught, and some of which are missing.

Emperor Lin enters the missing folder, which contains a file with the file name: storm (storm, the English name for wind sinking).

Emperor Lin opened the file and saw a photo stored on it at a glance.

It was a photo of a teenager in his early teens with the "White Shark", who had a mixed-race face, unlike the white shark's apparently white ancestry.

The facial features are delicate like those of Asians, but the lines are deeper and clearer than most Asians, and the eyes are as dark blue as the sea like the white shark.

His gaze was fixed on the young man's face, and Emperor Lin's eyes slowly narrowed.

He had never seen this young man, but he had heard a lot of things from Jun Qing.

This young man is the Xiaofeng that Jun Qing mentioned to him, the boy who died at sea because he refused to kill, the boy who made Jun Qing worry for a long time, but also felt guilty for a long time.

……

……

Hotel rooms.

Feng Shen stood by the window, one palm propped up on the glass window, looking down at the lights of this strange city.

The assistant stood in the living room, staring at the man's back, plucking up his courage several times, and finally speaking.

"Sir?"

Feng Shen did not react.

"Sir?"

The assistant raised his voice a little.

The man in front of him finally turned his head and turned his face to look at the assistant.

The pair of blue eyes, which are always as bright as stars on weekdays, are like a layer of mist, and they look confused.

"At the branch, I need you to reply." The assistant whispered.

Feng Shen paused, and turned his face again.

For a long time, there was no response.

"You...... Isn't it uncomfortable? The assistant asked cautiously.

Feng Shen frowned, his right hand raised in his chest.

The heart was sullen, as if it was being held by a cold, prickly palm, and as if it was holding a stone against the heart.

"It's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable!"

"Then ......," the assistant walked up to him, "shall I take it to the doctor?" ”

"Heh......" the man chuckled, "the doctor can't cure me." ”

"That ......"

"Wine."

"But?!"

"Wine!"

The man's voice rose sharply.

The assistant didn't dare to resist any more, turned around sharply, took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, opened it, poured it into a glass and handed it to him.

After taking the cup, Feng Shen raised his hand without looking back.

"Get out."

The assistant had no choice but to leave his room as he was told.

Raising his right hand, the wind slowly poured the drink down his throat.

When the wine enters the throat, it is as cold as the night, but it is as strong as a knife.