… After Yang Chen got on the ship, he found a secluded luxury room, let people fetch a laptop, and used the ship’s wireless network to connect with Sauron in the United Kingdom.
Although the United Kingdom was still in the wee hours of the morning, the quality of the soldiers still made Sauron on the Internet not long after. In the video, a man with naked and strong muscles, a red hair and a little messy man, asked sternly: "Your Lord Pluto. , Although I know you must have something, it is a really uncomfortable time period."
Yang Chen ignored the man’s complaint, and said, “I need you to help me check the whereabouts of someone. That guy hired a mercenary from the Swedish Lapland Rangers. The target was the president of the Red Jing Society of China Zhonghai, and I . I guess that he did not enter Zhonghai, but chose to remotely control the sea to achieve the effect of retreating at any time. But I am not sure, so you help me find his specific coordinates, as for the arrest. , Let's talk about it when we find it."
Sauron thought for a while, and after confirming that there was no problem, he said, "May I ask his name."
"Situ Mingze."
Sauron nodded, "As long as it has something to do with mercenaries, it is not difficult to find out. I will reply you in half an hour..."
After contacting these matters, Yang Chen asked Sauron to have the result at that time, and told himself through the cell phone, and then he left the guest room and went to the outside deck.
Because it is a large cruise ship with luxurious facilities, there are a lot of entertainment facilities on the deck, and swimming pools and sunbathing are naturally indispensable.
It's just that these big guys didn't prepare much outfits, they could only drink cocktails, bask in the sun on the sea, and pass the time by bragging about each other.
Qiangwei took Chen Rong and chatted with some of the veterans in the meeting who hadn't seen each other for a while, and it could be regarded as telling them of the emergency situation that had occurred before.
Everyone knew that it was Situ Mingze who might make a comeback again and almost killed Qiangwei. They were quite frightened. Many people whispered and thought more.
Yang Chen took a glass of iced champagne and came to Qiangwei. When he was about to ask something, he heard a familiar voice calling himself.
"Brother Yang! I finally saw you, long time no see!"
A blessed round-faced man in a blue-bottomed shirt with a flowery figure leaned over with a happy smile on his face.
Yang Chen looked at him up and down, "Are you... Xiao Zhao?"
"Oh, I thought you wouldn't recognize me, Brother Yang, haha", Xiao Zhao said cheerfully.
The young man in front of him who seemed to have changed, was indeed Xiao Zhao, who had met Yang Chen when he was still selling lamb skewers and was a bartender at the Rose Bar.
At that time, this young man still had pimples on his face. It now looks like an adult, but his figure is twice as wide.
Qiangwei walked over and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhao, I told you last time that you have to be temperate. You can't have a wife and don't care about anything."
Xiao Zhao touched his forehead awkwardly, "It's been a long time, and my wife is good at cooking. She is not happy if I eat less."
Yang Chen said in amazement, "So you are all married, when did it happen?"
"I got married six months ago and went back to my hometown to do it, so I didn't make much publicity," Xiao Zhao looked contented and authentic.
Qiangwei shook his head and smiled, "His wife was pregnant before, and she may have a baby in two months."
Yang Chen looked dazed, and smiled ambiguously: "If you have you, I can't tell. I heard that now I am the hall master, and the milk powder money is not bad."
Xiao Zhao hurriedly smiled and said, "Thanks to Brother Yang for the promotion, hehe..."
Yang Chen sighed for a while. In a blink of an eye, it has been almost two years since he returned to China. Many things have been quietly changed without paying attention to himself.
Patting Xiao Zhao on the shoulder, Yang Chen turned around and asked Qiangwei: "My dear, do you have all your men here?"
Qiangwei didn't know, so she turned around and asked Chen Rong, "Did you tell me everything?"
Chen Rong said in a difficult voice: "The rudder master of the 16th block, the rudder master of the 23rd block, and the hall master of the Pingnan district have not come."
"The reason?" Yang Chen asked.
Chen Rong smiled stiffly: "They said that they didn't have a good reason, and suddenly asked them to disrupt the plan and didn't want to come..."
"Did you say that Qiangwei asked them to come over?"
"Say it," Chen Rong said euphemistically: "Maybe they have other urgent matters to deal with..."
Yang Chen didn't say anything, just glanced at Qiangwei.
Qiangwei sighed faintly, but the expression in her eyes was extremely determined, and she said clearly: "Since I no longer take my words seriously, then I will naturally not take them seriously..."
After that, Qiangwei asked Chen Rong and stretched out her hand, "Rongrong, give me the phone."
Chen Rong realized something and hurriedly said: "Sister Qiangwei, calm down, they are all people who have contributed to the meeting, and this crime is not dying."
There are also several Red Jinghui elderly people around who have heard the conversation here and looked at them with a bit of worry, while some couldn't believe it. Qiangwei said so harshly that he would do it.
Qiangwei's beautiful eyes suddenly shot two awe-inspiring cold light, "The death order has already been issued, and they are not coming. Is it possible that what I said is already farting?"
"Of course not, but..."
Chen Rong wanted to persuade a few more times, but Qiangwei's anger became more and more intense, and her voice gradually became quieter.
In desperation, Chen Rong had to give the phone to Qiangwei.
Qiangwei quickly dialed a number, and said lightly: "Wang Duo and Zhou He from the 16th and 23rd districts, and Liu Ziqiang from Pingnan, the whole family is young and old, not one left..."
After speaking, Qiangwei hung up and threw the phone back to Chen Rong.
The big guys around who heard Qiangwei's order were all chilling behind their backs.
The strongest team of the Red Wax Club is the loyal guard that Qiangwei asked the Seahawks to train. This team only listens to Qiangwei's orders on weekdays, and is responsible for rectifying the spines in the Club and the underworld in some other provinces. Tricky figure.
Since Qiangwei asked them to carry out the torture, the three of them must have no way to survive, but the killing methods of cutting grass and roots made these people fearful, but they all remembered again that the true leader of the Red Jing Society was not Chen Rong, and It's Situ Qiangwei...
Looking at Chen Rong with a pale face, Qiang Wei said, "What, you think I've done too much?"
Chen Rong shook her head quickly, "No... I dare not."
"So, I am still dissatisfied with my approach, but dare not disobey me." Qiangwei snorted softly. "I told you a long time ago that since I have embarked on this path, there is no chance to look back, unless they can change. They are better than me, but they stupidly choose to become disobedient when they are not better than me. I am not interested in leaving some troubles under my nose..."
Chen Rong nodded, not daring to say more.
After doing these things, Qiangwei didn't have much mood swings, and instead smiled and asked Yang Chen, "Husband, what did you ask everyone to do on the high seas? Did you find that person?"
Yang Chen shook his head, "I'm not sure about the specific location, but the reason why I went to the high seas was just to end the matter there. It was near the shore and the conditions were not met."
With a bit of confusion, Qiangwei groaned: "You will sell it, forget it, anyway, you must have a way, I will be the stupid woman by your side."
The two chatted for a while with some of the veterans in the meeting, because many people learned that Qiangwei had started the killing again and were in a state of self-danger, so there were many expressing compliments to please.
Finally, when it was almost half an hour or so, Yang Chen received a call from Sauron.
"Your Excellency Pluto, your prediction is very accurate. It is indeed in the high seas of China Overseas. In the past, Situ Mingze used a large sum of money to hire three teams of Lapland mercenaries. Now they are being hired by two. Under the protection of the army, it is located on a small destroyer on the high seas. Our satellite detected that he was heading south and should be fleeing. The sailing speed is 18 knots, which is the highest speed. Your cruise ship is moving at the current speed. , It’s impossible to catch up, but if necessary, you can let the Baqihui based in Okinawa Prefecture, Japan, let them dispatch a few ships passing by on the high seas and intercept them. You can catch up within an hour."
Yang Chen said with satisfaction: "In this case, you can contact Prajna for me and let her handle it, but just stop it, don't do it. Then you send me the estimated interception coordinates, and I will solve it myself."
Sauron should have done so immediately.
After Yang Chen got the coordinates, he asked the captain to increase to the highest speed of 22 knots and drive in that direction.
It happened to be noon, Yang Chen was not in a hurry, and went into the restaurant for lunch with Qiangwei, just to pass the boring time of catching up.
Although the leaders of the Red Jing Society on a boat are not very clear about what Yang Chen is going to do, after learning about some of Yang Chen’s deeds from Xiao Zhao and other "old people", they all watched carefully and did not dare to have any dissatisfaction. .
About an hour later, while Yang Chen was full of food and drink, the captain of the cruise ship also reported that the small destroyer to be chased had appeared in front of him. At the same time, four Japanese warships with the flags of the Eight Branches were encircling it. Blocked.
When the cruise ship entered the enclosed area, the scene on the opposite destroyer gradually became clear.
The blue sky and blue sea, the sun is dazzling.
Each muzzle of the destroyer is ready, ready to fight to the death at any time.
On the deck, dozens of Lapland mercenaries with guns and live ammunition, with serious expressions, full of fierce anger.
Surrounding this is a gray-haired man who seems to be in his sixties. The man is standing with his hands on his back and hunting in the wind in a loose-fitting shirt. rm