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Under the moonlight, the sea waves twinkled.

The air was filled with the salty tang of the sea, along with a strong smell of paint.

Bi Fang reached out to grab the railing on the boat, slowly pulling himself up, the droplets of water on the tips of his hair falling in a chain into the sea, making a faint sound.

The tides continued unabated, everything concealed by the sounds of the waves.

The night and the sound of the tide became the best protectors for the two individuals.

Once on deck, stepping over the long pole at their feet, Bi Fang took off his shirt, wrung it out by the side, put it back on, then headed to the front of the driving gear.

Under the moonlight, one could clearly see that it was a very ordinary old lock.

It was normal; coastal fishing boats were not like ocean-going vessels. With only one driving gear, there weren’t too many security measures in place, and the locks they used were old, even becoming rusty from constant exposure to wind and rain.

Only some of the newer boats would use more complex locking mechanisms, which was why Bi Fang had not chosen the new boat closer to the cliff.

You could smell that pungent paint odor from afar, not even the sea breeze could mask it.

Bi Fang took a piece of wire from his pocket, folded it to make one end longer than the other, straightened both ends, and bent the longer end at about one centimeter to a ninety-degree angle to form a torsion wrench.

He inserted it into the lock core and began to manipulate the interior tumblers.

Mugalen casually looked around and said in a low voice, "How are you so skilled at this?"

"Didn’t you learn this when you were with Deer Hunter?"

"..."

Mugalen fell silent for a moment, then answered truthfully, "Anyway, I never learned it."

"Then you were really unlucky."

Mugalen’s facial muscles twitched, and he turned to face outward, focusing on keeping watch.

Bi Fang inserted the bent torsion wrench into the bottom of the keyhole, applying a gentle turning force to one side.

He did not know which way the key would turn, so he had to try clockwise and counterclockwise, each with a 50% chance, carefully feeling for the resistance.

The resistance would be a little less if he turned it in the correct direction.

While maintaining pressure on the wrench, Bi Fang inserted the lock-picking paperclip into the top of the keyhole and started "searching for the sweet spot."

Most American locks have at least five pins that need to be set before the lock can open.

Keeping the pressure on the wrench, Bi Fang pushed each pin to its unlocking position, starting from the inside one by one, feeling a slight springiness until he heard a faint click.

Although he knew the technique, Bi Fang was still a beginner and could only try them one by one. It was said that experts could succeed all at once.

The pressure on the wire increased, and each time he encountered a pin, Bi Fang would wiggle the lock-picking needle.

Five minutes later, Mugalen heard a click.

Everything went smoothly.

The moon was very round tonight, and even inside the driving gear room, visibility was clear.

The driving gear room was cramped, filled with electronic equipment, a helm, and a small bed, the air saturated with the lingering smells of sweat, smoke, and fish from the day.

"Did you bring the phone?"

"I did."

Mugalen handed over a packet made of aluminum foil that was unmistakably shaped like a phone.

The packaging was very secure, comprising four layers of foil paper.

No matter the environment, the most dangerous factor might just be the device found in the pockets of people from most countries.

In certain areas, communication companies are state-owned enterprises. If one finds themselves in these regions, information security becomes especially important.

All foreign mobile phones appearing in the cellular network are external devices, thus more easily tracked.

Bi Fang was worried that the Japanese People might exploit this fact; whenever they moved at night, he would either shield these devices or completely disable them, or place them inside a bag made of four layers of aluminum foil to block incoming and outgoing signals.

Smart devices would redirect all battery power to search for a signal, so single or double layers of aluminum foil could not shield them, and the foil must wrap tightly around the device, leaving no gaps.

Mugalen clearly followed Bi Fang’s instructions to the letter.

Using the previous method, Bi Fang quickly installed the devices in inconspicuous places. After completing everything, the two left the cockpit and relocked it.

Everything was as it had been before.

"Wait," Bi Fang called to Mugalen, who was about to go to sea, and cast his gaze towards the deck on the side.

The long pole on the deck was very noticeable; everyone knew it was the lethal weapon used for killing dolphins.

"We should also set one up on this pole."

The pole was hollow, which gave it better elasticity and made it lighter. Not only did it produce louder sounds, it was also easier to use, but this also provided an excellent hiding place for crucial equipment.

"The paint smell is too strong."

Bi Fang suppressed the urge to sneeze, fixed the camera inside the hollow pole at a certain position, and followed Mugalen, moving silently like water.

The people on the mountain had no idea that someone had completed this task right under their noses.

In the night, Asuka stared blankly as two dark figures climbed up the cliff and gradually vanished into the woods. He looked up at the moon, finding it somewhat glaring, not because he was still half asleep.

Somehow, Asuka chose not to shout but instead his intuition told him that ordinary petty thieves wouldn’t possess such agility, nor would they target a small fishing boat that had nothing of value.

The only thing of value on the fishing boat was probably the boat itself, right?

But that would be hard to sell since it couldn’t be taken to a place where nobody recognized it to be bought and sold.

Who exactly were they?

The young Asuka sat on the edge of the bed, and as he saw the figures, he became anxious, held his breath, and dared not breathe heavily, fearing they might be dangerous criminals.

But those two men seemed not to notice him at all. Until they left, they never realized that not far from them, on a new fishing boat, a young man was hiding, with only his eyes revealed, watching them through the window.

It wasn’t until they had left that Asuka gasped for air, realizing he had been holding his breath all along.

After calming down for quite a while, Asuka’s first reaction was to call the police.

Those two were definitely not good people!

Yet this thought had barely materialized when Asuka dismissed it.

Even if they were not good people, what could they be doing here?

Stealing money?

There was no money on the fishing boat.

Asuka furrowed his brows, thinking hard. Suddenly, he recalled something his father had said when he was drunk during the day.

"These dolphin protectors, really have nothing better to do. Just yesterday, we discovered two cameras. What are they trying to do? What do they want? Destroy the foundation handed down by our ancestors? Ah!"

"Asuka, if you see them, tell me. We need to catch them all and lock them up in jail. Only then will they stop meddling!"

"Dolphin Bay is our place, it has nothing to do with them, nothing!"

With that in mind, Nasunobu Asuka took a deep breath.

"No way, what a coincidence that I would encounter this?"

What should I do? Should I tell my father and the others?

Although the dolphin hunting season had started as scheduled, Asuka could sense that this year, people weren’t as happy as expected. Indeed, there was joy when they caught dolphins and received their money during the day, but that joy quickly turned into worry.

It was not because there was less money, but because someone was trying to destroy this joy that might still exist in the future.

But...

Thinking of the bloodiness during the day, the screams of those dolphins, the dolphin shows witnessed in his childhood, and the 396,000 yen that were now in his possession.

It wasn’t three thousand, six thousand, but a full 396,000!

Yes, Asuka had also received some money. He had only tapped the pole during the day, and even though his hands were still sore, he had earned over three thousand dollars, close to four hundred thousand yen.

When the captain took the money from the trainer and distributed it among the crew, Asuka was shocked; joy flooded his mind, and he was dazed, finding it hard to believe.

Such a thick stack of banknotes was now his.

Even though he was the youngest, the least experienced, and had received the least amount of money, it was still over 270,000 yen, enough to buy a top-configured computer. With that, he could play any game he wanted with perfect performance.

The scent of blood in the air had turned into the aroma of the finest tuna sushi.

It was the smell of luxury, the scent of indulgence.

Even his sense of guilt had lessened a great deal. Even if the captain made him sleep in this freshly painted, new ship to get accustomed to "sea sickness," he had no complaints at all.

But now, Asuka recalled that feeling of guilt.

The moonlight shone brightly.

After much contemplation, Asuka took a deep breath, lay back on the bed with a sudden movement, and buried his head in the pillow.

Forget about it, forget about it.

He didn’t see anything!

Sleep!

Up in the mountains, several people were being scolded by their leader.

They had patrolled for so long and hadn’t found a single trace of the other party.

"You’re all worthless, pigs, dogs, idiots, fools!" Matsumoto roared, holding a long leash in his hand, at the end of which was a Black Back German Shepherd wagging its tail.

This was a police dog. Matsumoto was going all-out to find someone.

While he was scolding them, the calm German Shepherd sitting on the ground suddenly stopped wagging its tail, stood up abruptly, and barked towards the trees.

"Taro, stop barking, Taro!"

Matsumoto called out the Black Back’s name but with no effect. Then, suddenly thinking of something, he exclaimed with surprise, "Did you find a clue?"

All that answered Matsumoto were a few shouts.

Matsumoto immediately let go of the leash, and the German Shepherd darted off into the forest.

Matsumoto kicked a dumbstruck policeman forcefully and shouted angrily, "What are you dazed for, hurry up, go chase!"

Only then did the others snap out of it, and they scrambled after the German Shepherd.

Unfortunately, it was too dark among the trees; not far into the run, the fastest runner suddenly tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.

The rest, caught off guard, tumbled over each other like dominoes.

"Useless, useless, useless!"

Matsumoto, middle-aged and slower, kept kicking the fallen men furiously, one by one forcing them to get up.

In the forest, Bi Fang and Mugalen were on a mission and preparing to return, when suddenly Bi Fang stopped, his ears twitching, "What’s that sound?"

"Sound?"

Mugalen held his breath and listened.

The sea breeze blew across the mountains, stirring the leaves of the whole forest.

In July, the most abundant sounds were the chirping of crickets, with fireflies fluttering and dancing around them.

After listening for a moment, both of them opened their eyes and exchanged glances.

"Police dog!"

"Run!"

"No need," Bi Fang grabbed Mujialun, who had turned to flee.

How could humans possibly outrun dogs? The running speed of medium to large dogs is around fifty kilometers per hour, almost twice that of a human.

"What should we do then, kill it?" Mujialun hesitated.

"That’s unnecessary," Bi Fang shook his head. To them, a police dog wasn’t much of a threat, just an annoyance, but no matter how troublesome, there was no need to kill a police dog over it.

While speaking, Bi Fang pulled out a small plastic bottle from his bag and sprinkled the liquid inside on the ground.

"What is this?" Mujialun was startled.

"Female dog urine," Bi Fang said calmly.

Mujialun: "???"

He was not so much shocked by Bi Fang’s action, but rather…

"How did you get this stuff?"

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"Family secret recipe, not to be shared. Alright, let’s go," Bi Fang only poured out a third and then capped the bottle.

Gathering that much urine had not been easy for Bi Fang.

Minutes later, a robust dog burst out of the bushes, instantly distracted by an odd scent and promptly forgot its mission.

By the time Matsumoto and the others arrived, what they saw was a German Shepherd digging incessantly at the ground.

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"What happened?" Matsumoto was flabbergasted.

Apparently hearing Matsumoto’s voice, Taro suddenly came to his senses, realizing his mistake. He lay on the ground, covering his nose with his paws, and whimpered, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Ah!!!"

Roars echoed through the forest, startling the sleeping birds.

By this time, Mujialun and Bi Fang had already walked far away, unable to hear Matsumoto’s shouts.

Mujialun’s expression was complex: "You were prepared for this weren’t you?"

"Yeah, I gathered most of the bottle a few days ago."

The deployment of police dogs was almost a certainty, and in terms of searching, humans were no match for these born hunters.

Unfortunately for them, they were up against Bi Fang.

Police dogs have a characteristic, which can also be seen as a weakness: the vast majority are males.

The nature of males is more suitable for training.

Canines have a social hierarchy, just like wolves, with males in a leadership position. They possess a stronger desire to own, greater confidence, and all of these are essential for training.

It’s not that there are no females, but the ratio is like that of male to female soldiers—a considerable disparity, with male dogs always being the main force.

Based on this, although it could sometimes be difficult to obtain female dog urine, it was one of the most effective tools for diverting a police dog’s attention.

Bi Fang had prepared early, and every time he returned to town, the street’s female dogs would walk with their tails tucked at the sight of him.

Just spray it where the males can smell it clearly, and even well-trained police dogs can’t resist the temptation of this scent.

"Maybe next time they’ll consider changing the gender of the police dogs."

"Hahaha."

…

The next day, within the police headquarters, someone showed up unexpectedly, causing a big surprise to Matsumoto.

"Mr. Morishita Suji, what brings you here?"