And he's a madman-level biochemical expert.
Back in Kobe, Japan, Hirayama Jiro was curious about Cecilia Gu, so he didn't harm her.
As a result, Cecilia thought Hirayama Jiro was weak.
True, he is physically quite frail.
But that doesn't mean his lethality is weak!
It's like those monks in martial arts novels—old, bent, and seemingly foolish, but all top masters!
Hirayama Jiro is pretty much like one of those monks.
He looks harmless most of the time, but when he snaps, he's truly terrifying.
Biochemistry is actually the scariest thing.
Otherwise, no country would allow such research to be done openly—it's all strictly controlled by governments.
It's just that this stuff is terrifying!
To put it bluntly, a little toxic gas could wipe out a group in minutes!
For example, if someone's being chased, Hirayama Jiro could just whip out a toxic spray, give the air a couple of bursts, and instantly take out a whole squad!
That's why Charles Yin entrusted Cecilia and the others to Hirayama Jiro—he thought it through.
Here, with only a few dozen meters of elevation, it's really hard for snipers to find a good spot to hide.
Now, for safety, both sides have cleared a huge open area and set up plenty of cover.
No matter how good the sniper is, if he can't see the target, it's useless. As long as Hirayama Jiro can get them onto the boat, there's nothing to worry about!
Of course, that's only a last resort.
While Charles Yin's side was busy setting up defenses, Hans wasn't just sitting around either.
Ian, dressed in jungle camouflage, appeared beside Hans.
Even after landing on the island, Hans was still wearing a perfectly tailored suit, as if he was here for a vacation and not to escape the gale disaster.
"You're feeling better?" Hans glanced at Ian, whose dark face hung shamefully on his chest.
Hans snorted, "Getting tricked so easily by the enemy—you're an embarrassment to me."
Ian was badly messed up by Hirayama Jiro—he was so itchy all over he nearly wore through the floor, scratched himself bloody, and finally begged Charles Yin's people for the antidote.
So now Ian was like a wilted eggplant, totally deflated.
Ian didn't dare say a word, just stood there.
"Enough, don't stand there annoying me. How are the hostages? All settled?" Hans rubbed the corner of his eye, looking helpless—how did he end up with such a useless subordinate?
Only then did Ian dare to speak: "They've all been secretly transferred. Boss, do you think they'll really harm the hostages?"
Hans snorted coldly, "Their intentions are obvious—they're not after the hostages, they're after you, aren't they?"
Ian muttered, "Then Boss, by moving the hostages here, aren't we just making it easier for them to strike?"
Hans sneered, a glint of murderous intent in his eyes: "Let them try! The most dangerous place is often the safest."
"Most of the hostages are elderly, put them in the innermost area. Tell them to reinforce the cave—absolutely no cave-ins allowed!" Hans continued, "If anyone comes looking for me, say I'm not here."
After a moment, Hans added, "If Cecilia Gu comes looking for me, make her wait outside."
With that, Hans turned and left.
Ian was confused—why was the boss so sure the other side would come looking for him?
The hostages entered the cave in order.
It was hastily dug, but already taking shape.
Hans's progress was much faster than Charles Yin's side—he had plenty of manpower, tools, and experienced diggers.
Inside Hans's cave, there were distinct functional areas.
The residential area was deepest inside, with countless small rooms, each already set up with simple folding beds.
The environment was basic, but good enough to shelter from the storm.
Four people were sent into one room, and the remaining rooms fit everyone in properly.
Grandpa Mo sat on his bed, watching the other three experts sigh and look defeated. He shook his head and closed his eyes to rest.
The experts had already been told a powerful gale was coming, so they were temporarily hiding here to avoid it.
Grandpa Mo was experienced; he'd worked as a spy in Korea when he was young and had studied marine climates.
This time, it might not just be a gale—it could easily turn into a typhoon.
At the very least, it's going to be a tropical storm.
That's why Hans decided to hide here instead of leaving with the fleet.
"Old Park, why aren't you afraid at all?" The other three experts, seeing Grandpa Mo so calm, couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you scared these ruthless pirates will kill us?"
Grandpa Mo opened his eyes and said helplessly, "What good would being scared do? It's not like I can go back to Korea anyway. If I'd known this would happen, I'd never have left! I had a comfortable house and a good pension in Korea, but now..."
The others all looked at Grandpa Mo with sympathy.
The other experts had at least gone to Germany for work exchanges, but this unlucky old Korean man got to attend the conference because of his hobby—he'd actually built many firearms himself.
To prove he was Korean, Grandpa Mo often spoke to them in Korean, so everyone was convinced he was genuine.
His Korean was not only perfect, but he also knew all sorts of details about Korea—things only a long-term resident would know.
Because Grandpa Mo played his role so well, Hans and the others never suspected a thing.
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It's a battle of two foxes!
Grandpa Mo knew now wasn't the time to rush. The other side wanted to rescue him, but Hans had too many people.
If they fought head-on, there was no chance of winning.
So they could only rely on clever tactics.
And if they're going to use clever tactics, it'll definitely take time.
So Grandpa Mo waited patiently.
This gale is both a blessing and a curse.
The good part is, they won't be moved around for now, making rescue easier.
The bad part is, the gale will trouble not only the pirates, but also the rescuers.
If a typhoon hits, there might not even be any signal.
Grandpa Mo added, "You guys are here representing your countries at the conference. Why doesn't anyone care about your safety?"
The three experts looked sad. "Maybe even if they want to help, they can't find us. We moved so fast! In two days, we went from Europe to the South Pacific."
Grandpa Mo sighed, "Yeah, their speed is incredible. Still, I doubt they'll give up searching for you. But me? I'm just a regular guy in Korea. Even if the Korean Ministry of Defense knows I was kidnapped, they wouldn't care about me. If you guys get rescued, please help me out too, okay?"
Before the three experts could answer, footsteps sounded outside.
A man outside called out in English, "Everyone come out for breakfast! Line up in order, no messing around! Anyone who causes trouble won't get breakfast!"
Grandpa Mo silently calculated—it must be around six in the morning now.
During these days of captivity, Grandpa Mo had gradually figured out the captors' routines.
Even as a hostage, he hadn't been mistreated.
Of course, they didn't dare mistreat them—just a scare was enough to make these old folks nearly faint, let alone getting physical.
They're all old relics with one foot in the grave!
Grandpa Mo took the chance to whisper again, "Since we're all kidnapped together, if someone comes to rescue you, don't forget the rest of us!"
The three quickly whispered back, "Of course, of course! We came together, so we'll leave together."
After that, the four left the room and walked outside with the others.
Halfway through the cave, someone had already set up a big pot and cooked breakfast.
Don't expect pirates to whip up gourmet meals—the best food is still in China.
The pirates' big pot meals were edible, but that's all you could hope for.
Grandpa Mo queued up for breakfast with the others. Each person got a piece of black bread, some cheese, and fruit. That was it.
Luckily, the hostages were all elderly with small appetites, so they didn't need much.
Breakfast was handed out quickly.
Grandpa Mo ate quietly and obediently, not saying or asking anything.
The other experts wore expressions of anger they dared not show.
A wise man knows when to yield.
At a time like this, pride and dignity are useless.
Outside, Hans was supervising the building of windbreak nets. After hearing his subordinate's report, he narrowed his eyes, "Oh? That Korean didn't slip up? Interesting. I want to see what else he can do."
Just then, Ian came over. "Boss, you guessed right! That Chinese woman really did come looking for you—she says she has something to discuss!"
Hans grinned proudly, "Set up a table outside and put up a sunshade. Oh, and make sure to bring two cups of coffee!"
Cecilia Gu stood outside, holding a small thermal lunchbox, looking uncertainly at Hans's camp.
Indeed, Hans's progress was much faster than hers.
Her side still needed at least half a day to finish everything, while Hans's side was almost done.
It really helps to have people!
While Cecilia was lost in thought, Hans strolled over elegantly, smiling, "Should I call you Miss Gu or Miss Yun?"