I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

"Stop!" Fu Siyuan and Li Wei shouted at the same time and rushed into the room quickly.

Zhao Tianyu was startled by the sudden appearance of the two people and paused for a moment. Zhang Wanqing took the opportunity to break free, her movements swift and decisive.

Fu Siyuan and Li Wei quickly approached Zhao Tianyu, their movements swift and powerful. Zhao Tianyu tried to resist, but he was no match for them. They quickly subdued him and tied him to a chair.

"Wanqing, are you okay?" There was a hint of worry in Fu Siyuan's voice.

Zhang Wanqing nodded, her expression firm. "I'm fine. I found the evidence we need."

She pulled a USB drive from her pocket containing the data she had found on the computer, her eyes gleaming with determination, knowing the data would expose the true face of the criminal organization.

"We have to leave here immediately." There was a hint of urgency in Li Wei's voice.

They quickly left the factory and returned to the boat. The sea breeze howled and the night deepened.

The sea was surging, dark clouds looming overhead, foreshadowing a coming storm. Zhang Wanqing, Fu Siyuan, and Li Wei stood on a swaying dinghy, their gazes determined, yet their hearts brimming with anxiety. They had just escaped from an abandoned factory, holding crucial evidence that could expose a criminal organization. But the journey home was fraught with uncertainty and danger.

Zhang Wanqing gripped the helm tightly, her eyes fixed on the waves ahead, trying to find a safe path through the surging waves. The wind howled, ruffling her long hair, but her hands remained remarkably steady. She was filled with worry about the approaching storm, but she was even more worried about the criminal organization's pursuit.

Fu Siyuan stood at the bow, his gaze scanning the sea for possible threats. He clutched a flare gun, ready to respond to any emergency. His heartbeat quickened with the rhythm of the waves, his heart filled with fear of the unknown, yet his face held no trace of fear.

Li Wei was in charge of monitoring the rear, his eyes fixed on the stern, his ears listening for any unusual sounds. He held a pistol in his hand, his finger lightly touching the trigger, ready to fire at any moment. His heart was filled with worry for Zhang Wanqing's safety, and he knew they couldn't let anything threaten her.

The storm drew closer, the waves grew more violent, and the boat rocked ever more violently. Zhang Wanqing struggled to control the rudder, her forehead beaded with sweat, her arms trembling slightly from the effort. She knew they had to find shelter quickly, or they might be swallowed by the storm.

"Wanqing, look over there!" Fu Siyuan suddenly shouted, pointing to a small island in the distance, "We can take shelter there!"

Zhang Wanqing looked in the direction he pointed and saw a small island with a dense forest that looked like it would provide some shelter. She nodded, adjusted the rudder, and the boat began to sail towards the island.

However, just as they were about to approach the island, a speedboat suddenly appeared in their sight. The speedboat was moving at an extremely high speed, heading in their direction. Zhang Wanqing's heart tightened, she knew that this must be a criminal organization's pursuit.

"Prepare for battle!" Li Wei's voice was low and firm. He quickly picked up his weapon and prepared to fight the upcoming battle.

Fu Siyuan also picked up his weapon, his eyes flashing with determination. "We can't let them get close to Wanqing."

Zhang Wanqing continued to control the boat. She knew that she had to remain calm and ensure that they could reach the island safely.

The speedboat was getting closer and closer, and Zhang Wanqing could see the figures on board, weapons in their hands, with grim expressions on their faces. Her heartbeat quickened, her hands gripped the rudder tightly, and a determined light flashed in her eyes.

Just as the speedboat was about to approach them, Zhang Wanqing suddenly changed course, and the boat drew an arc on the sea, avoiding a direct hit from the speedboat. Fu Siyuan and Li Wei took the opportunity to open fire, and the bullets splashed on the sea and hit the speedboat's engine.

The speedboat slowed, but the people on board did not give up. They continued to fire, and bullets flew around the boat. Zhang Wanqing, Fu Siyuan, and Li Wei quickly dodged, their movements swift and agile, like fish swimming in the waves.

The battle was fierce, the waves were surging, and the boat was rocking in the waves. Zhang Wanqing struggled to control the rudder, her arms shaking with the effort, and her forehead was covered with sweat. Her heart was filled with tension and fear, but her face did not show any sign of retreat.

Finally, they successfully reached the island. The boat hit the beach and stopped. They quickly jumped off the boat and hid in the woods. The speedboat circled in the sea, but because of the coming storm, they had to retreat.

The storm arrived, the rain poured down, and the waves grew even more violent. Zhang Wanqing, Fu Siyuan, and Li Wei hid in the woods, their clothes soaked by the rain, but their hearts were filled with the joy of victory. They knew they had just experienced a life-or-death struggle, but they had successfully escaped.

After the storm, the sea returned to calm. Zhang Wanqing, Fu Siyuan, and Li Wei walked out of the woods and returned to the boat.

Zhang Wanqing sat in the cramped cabin, the cold glow of a computer screen shimmering on her pale face. The waves gently rocked the boat, accompanied by the low roar of the engine. Her eyes flickered through the data on the USB drive. She had risked her life to obtain this data, which contained the secrets of a criminal organization. But within this vast web of data, she discovered a clue that seemed to lead to her own family.

She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly on the keyboard. She opened a file containing her family's history and its complex connections to organized crime. Her eyes quickly scanned the familiar names, her heart pounding in her chest.

The document mentions a name: Zhang Beichen, her father. She remembers him as a gentle and refined university professor, well-versed in history and current affairs, and beloved by his students. He instilled in her the right values ​​from a young age and provided exceptional education for her and her brother. How could such a good father and teacher be connected to these criminal activities?

Her eyes stopped at a description that said Zhang Beichen was once a key figure in a criminal organization, but after a failed deal, he chose to disappear, leaving many unsolved mysteries.

Zhang Wanqing felt dizzy. Her hands gripped the edge of the table so tightly that her nails almost dug into the wood. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil in her heart. How could her father, the father she had always admired, be such a person?