After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

After a day of hard work, the ships came to the shore to rest. The fishermen were busy and no one noticed anything unusual on the dock.

Three men gathered together, two of them squatted on the ground smoking, and one stood looking out.

Two men squatting on the ground smoking.

The man with buck teeth is not very old, about twenty years old.

The one with a crew cut and black hair is older, around thirty-five years old.

The lookout, the one with the wide-eyed eyes, was the youngest, and looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was impatient and took out his cell phone to check the time from time to time. He lowered his head to look at the man with the crew cut who was smoking, and said, "Boss, it's almost time. Why haven't they come yet? Did we miss it?" They had just arrived and wanted to come earlier, but the boss wouldn't let them, saying that the time period when the fishermen returned to the port was the safest. If there was an ambush by the police, they could just take a hostage and escape, and the police would not dare to act rashly or fire indiscriminately.

The man with the crew cut glanced at his watch, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stood up and stomped it out with his foot, "It's almost time." He looked at the man with the big and small eyes sharply: "According to the plan." After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly towards one of the yachts, jumped onto the deck, and disappeared into the cabin.

The bucktoothed man patted the wide-eyed man on the shoulder and told him to stay on the dock and wait. He then casually wandered around the dock, actually checking for any police ambush. Occasionally, he would hop on one of the cruise ships and chat with the fishermen, asking about the day's catch and whether they had encountered any danger while out at sea.

Inside the cabin, the crew cut man was on the phone, "Brother Du, the people haven't arrived yet."

"Report safety every ten minutes. If you get caught..."

"Don't worry, we consider ourselves unlucky. If we succeed, we brothers will enjoy the best food and drink with Brother Du."

Mmmmm.

A strange sound came through the phone.

"Behave yourself." The man with a crew cut hung up the phone, lowered his head and kicked the bald man who had his hands and feet tied and his mouth gagged. He was also the real owner of the yacht.

"Mmmm!" The bald man kept making pleading sounds, begging the other party to let him go.

The man with the buzz cut pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head, "Don't force me to kill you now."

The bald man shook his head in fear and dared not make a sound anymore.

The crew cut was just trying to scare him. A person can be a hostage only if he's alive. If he's dead, he'll just be fed to sharks and has no value. He put away his gun and opened a cabinet.

The bald man obediently climbed into the closet, falling into darkness in despair, listening to the sound of footsteps receding.

The man with the crew cut walked onto the deck and looked out. He saw a car driving over from a distance and stopping at the dock.

Is the ransom delivery coming? No, how could he possibly deliver 50 million in a small car? It wouldn't even fit.

After Dong Chan parked the car, she looked outside through the window calmly.

Zhang Ran, who was sitting in the back, took out his phone and called back, "I'm here. Where are you? If I can't see Dongfang Yue, I won't give you a penny."

"Wait." The phone was suddenly hung up.

Zhang Ran put his phone back into his pocket, clenched a grenade in his left hand and put it into his sleeve, then leaned on the car window to look out.

The phone on the cruise ship rang.

"The damned girl who delivered the ransom is here, bring the person and the money to me!"

The man with the buzz cut frowned and glanced at the only unremarkable black car parked at the dock. The man with the big and small eyes, who had not received any instructions from him, was still squatting in the same place and lowered his voice: "Brother Du, there is only one small car at the dock, how can it possibly hold 50 million? We have been fooled...beep beep beep"