The sea was dark.
The yacht floated like a silent predator.
At the edge of the speedboat—
Silas Moore crouched low.
Ears upright.Breath steady.Nose working with microscopic precision.
The wind carried everything.
Smoke.Alcohol.Warm electronics.Human scent layers.
In seconds—
He mapped the entire yacht.
Four targets.
He processed it instantly:
Two on deck → smoking, drinkingOne in cockpit → heat from electronicsOne below deck → faint cologne, paper scent
Target confirmed.
Silas lifted his paw.
Tapped the hull twice.
Tap. Tap.
A signal.
Underwater—
Chen Lin received it.
Information delivered.
No words needed.
Chen Lin and Old Wu moved.
Like ghosts rising from the sea—
They climbed onto the yacht's stern.
Their objective:
Mid-level salon.Study room.
Invitation. Identity chip.
The operation began.
Silas turned his head slightly—
A faint breath.
A subtle motion.
Signal to Tracker.
Scout.
Tracker moved.
No splash.No noise.
A shadow slipping into the water—
Swimming under the yacht.
Through vents.Through gaps.
His nose became radar.
Reconfirming positions.
Tracking movement.
Moments later—
A faint hum.
A subtle sound.
Only Silas could interpret it.
Live updates.
Silas processed—
Then relayed.
Through:
Paw gesturesEye directionMicro body shifts
Ironfang. Lightning.
Both locked in.
Then—
Movement.
Deck targets shifting.
They were about to head inside.
Silas's eyes sharpened.
He lowered his body.
Prepare.
And then—
Everything broke.
A tiny shape wandered onto deck.
A Chihuahua.
A pet.
Or worse—
A living alarm.
It looked down.
Saw movement in the water.
And—
"YAP YAP YAP!!!"
The night shattered.
"What was that?!"
The two men spun around—
Hands already moving toward weapons.
Chen Lin's voice cut through comms:
"Compromised! Switch to Plan B!"
At that exact instant—
Silas Moore moved.
No hesitation.
No delay.
A razor-sharp bark—
Directed at Lightning.
Then—
He launched.
Off the boat.
Straight toward the yacht.
Chaos Ignites
Lightning struck first.
A silver blur—
Target: Chihuahua.
Not a kill.
A disruption.
A precise body check—
BAM.
The tiny dog rolled across the deck—
Stunned.
Silenced.
Lightning stood over it—
A low, terrifying growl.
The Chihuahua whimpered—
Curled into itself.
Neutralized.
Meanwhile—
Silas hit the deck from the shadows.
Target: armed men.
He didn't bite.
He didn't hesitate.
He became a weapon.
Impact.
A full-force shoulder slam—
Directly into a man's shin.
CRACK.
Bone-deep collision.
The man screamed—
Collapsed instantly.
The second man raised his gun—
Too slow.
Silas was already gone.
Vanished into cover.
Like he was never there.
Then—
Ironfang entered.
No stealth.
No subtlety.
Just—
BRUTE FORCE.
He stormed onto the deck—
A living tank.
Roaring.
The gunman panicked—
Backpedaled—
Aim unstable—
And then—
Boulder arrived.
Slow.
Heavy.
Unstoppable.
He blocked the entrance.
Cut off escape.
A low, thunderous growl rolled from his chest.
The deck exploded into chaos.
One man down.One retreating.One frozen.One still inside—
And above it all—
Dogs.
Controlled.
Precise.
Relentless.
Below deck—
Chen Lin and Old Wu moved faster.
No resistance.
They reached the salon.
The study.
Found it.
A sealed case.
Invitation.
Identity chip.
Mission success.
Withdrawal
Signal sent.
Silas heard it.
Instant reaction.
A low command bark.
Ironfang disengaged.
Lightning pulled back.
Boulder stepped off.
No hesitation.
No greed.
No chasing.
They moved.
Jumped—
Into the sea.
Tracker dropped from above—
Antenna wire still in his teeth.
Yes—
He had been chewing through comms equipment.
Because of course he had.
Silas was last.
He paused.
Turned.
Looked back at the deck.
At the stunned men.
The chaos.
The failure.
His blue eyes flashed—
Cold.
Calculating.
Unforgiving.
Then—
He jumped.
Into the ocean.
Gone.
Escape
The speedboat engine growled softly.
Cutting through black water.
Disappearing into night.
Total operation time:
Under three minutes.
Behind them—
The Sapphire remained.
Lights flickering.
Men stunned.
One clutching his leg.
One shaking.
One speechless.
And one Chihuahua—
Still curled in existential trauma.
They had no idea—
What just hit them.
Out on the dark sea—
The Pack regrouped.
Silent.
Victorious.
Phase One—
Complete.