Chapter Twenty-nine: Overseas Preparations

The morning sun shone brightly over the skyscrapers of Jiangcheng. Inside an elegant office, Lin Feng stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a detailed map of Shadow Isle. The map had been sent overnight by the overseas branch of Dark Night Blade. The island's terrain was complex, surrounded by armed patrols. Clearly, this was the Ghost's final stronghold. A cold smile curled on Lin Feng's lips as he murmured to himself, "Ghost, do you think escaping overseas will keep you safe?"

As he lost himself in thought, a soft voice pulled him back to reality. Lin Xue'er approached, carrying a cup of freshly brewed coffee. "Brother, is this Shadow Isle?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the map.

Lin Feng nodded. "Yes, this is where Ghost is hiding next."

Taking the coffee from her hands, he sipped it slowly. The bitter aroma mixed with the crisp morning air, sharpening his mind.

"When do we leave?" Lin Xue'er asked.

"Next week." Lin Feng's voice was calm, but there was an undeniable edge to it. "We need to prepare in advance. We can't let him escape again."

Just as he finished speaking, the office door swung open. Glasses Man entered, holding a tablet. "Master Feng, the overseas branch has made all necessary arrangements. The ships and weapons are ready, and we can depart at any time."

Lin Feng nodded approvingly. "Good. Book a private jet. We leave for the States next Monday."

"Understood!" Glasses Man responded crisply before turning to leave.

Lin Feng shifted his gaze to Lin Xue'er. "Xue'er, pack lightly. Bring only the essentials."

She nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Over the next few days, Lin Feng busied himself with meticulous planning. His trusted subordinates double-checked the weapons and gear, while Glasses Man coordinated with the overseas branch. Lin Feng personally studied the map of Shadow Isle. The main structure on the island was heavily fortified, surrounded by three layers of defenses. It was clear that Ghost had chosen this place as his last refuge. Lin Feng smirked. "No matter how tight your defenses are, you won't escape me."

The day of departure arrived. Early Monday morning, Lin Feng, Lin Xue'er, and a dozen elite operatives boarded a sleek private jet. The aircraft hummed as it soared into the sky, cutting through the clouds with precision.

Lin Xue'er, seated beside her brother, turned to him and asked softly, "Brother, do you really think we can capture Ghost this time?"

Lin Feng's expression remained impassive, his voice unwavering. "Yes. He has nowhere left to run."

His confidence was absolute. There was no hesitation, no doubt. This was not just another mission—it was a hunt, and Lin Feng had always been a predator who never let his prey escape twice.

As the flight continued, Lin Feng and his team reviewed the mission plan once more. Each operative knew their role by heart. There was no room for mistakes. Lin Feng's second-in-command, Zhou Wei, spoke up. "Master Feng, we should also consider potential escape routes. If things don't go as planned, we need a way to retreat."

Lin Feng nodded. "I've thought about that. We'll have a speedboat stationed near the east shore of the island. If things go south, we retreat there. But I don't plan on leaving without Ghost."

Lin Xue'er listened quietly, absorbing every word. Though she wasn't allowed on the battlefield, she knew the importance of preparation.

After nearly sixteen hours in the air, the plane finally touched down at a discreet, private airstrip in the United States. The air was crisp and slightly humid, carrying the scent of the ocean in the distance. As the team disembarked, they were greeted by a man with golden hair, wearing a tailored suit. He approached with a confident stride, a hint of amusement in his piercing blue eyes.

"Master Feng, welcome to the United States." His English carried a distinct European lilt, though his Mandarin was impressively fluent. "My name is Jack. I oversee the overseas operations of Dark Night Blade."

Lin Feng nodded. "What's the latest on Shadow Isle?"

Jack handed over a thick file. "We've done extensive reconnaissance. The island has over fifty armed personnel patrolling around the clock. The main building is a fortress. We believe Ghost is hiding inside."

Lin Feng flipped through the pages of the report, scanning the details. Every inch of the island had been analyzed—guard shifts, potential weak spots, security measures. Nothing had been left unchecked.

"Next month, on the fifteenth, they are scheduled to hold a high-level meeting," Jack continued. "We recommend infiltrating three days prior to that date. It will give us the element of surprise."

Lin Feng smirked. "Three days early? Sounds perfect. We strike on the fourteenth."

Then, turning to Lin Xue'er, he spoke in a firm tone. "Xue'er, when the operation begins, you will stay on the ship. No arguments."

Lin Xue'er pursed her lips but did not protest. She understood her brother's nature—once he made a decision, there was no changing it. He was ruthless when it came to her safety.

Jack led them to a secure facility where an array of weapons, tactical gear, and state-of-the-art surveillance equipment awaited. The team spent hours reviewing blueprints, rehearsing entry strategies, and coordinating their attack plan.

That night, Lin Feng stood alone on the balcony of their safehouse, looking out at the distant waves. His mind raced with possibilities, calculating every move the enemy might make. The sea breeze was cool, but his blood ran hot with anticipation.

"This time, Ghost, you won't escape." His voice was barely above a whisper, but in his heart, it was a promise.

Inside the safehouse, the operatives did final checks on their weapons. Zhou Wei gathered them for a briefing. "We will split into three teams. Team Alpha will take the west entrance, Team Bravo will approach from the southern dock, and Team Charlie will provide sniper cover from the cliffs."

Lin Feng nodded. "Once inside, move fast. Take down any resistance, but keep Ghost alive. We need him to talk."

The tension in the room was thick, but every operative knew what was at stake. Ghost had eluded them for too long. This was the endgame.

The night before the operation, Lin Feng barely slept. Instead, he visualized every step of the mission, every potential obstacle. By dawn, he was ready.

The hunt had begun.