That night, Zhang Xudong entered the space and told He Jingxian about going to San Francisco.

"Xiao Jing, do you think Uncle He and Auntie will go?

I think Sister Fang and your brother don't have time. They just took a leave for the New Year, so it's impossible for them to take another leave."

"Brother Dong, don't worry about my parents, it's impossible for them to go abroad.

The agricultural reclamation group would not depart for Jiayin County until late March, so I simply told them that I wanted to go back to Qingshan County to go to school first.

It's been so hard hanging out on the farm, so I'm using this as an excuse to go to San Francisco with you guys."

The next day, the personnel going to San Francisco were confirmed.

Except for Lin Nan, who has to deal with the affairs of the newly established Dongpeng Group and has no time, everyone else has to go out and play.

A week later, the yacht's exterior had been transformed.

Zhang Xudong also replenished the yacht with sufficient supplies and weapons.

In order to make the trip safer, Zhang Xudong and He Jingxian made another trip to Woking.

Not only did they borrow enough fuel there, they also borrowed eight M38 machine guns and two ZSU-57 self-propelled anti-aircraft guns.

My uncle also completed all the procedures.

On a sunny morning, my uncle blew the whistle in a showy manner and drove away from Kowloon Pier on his yacht.

The yacht carried Mr. Lin, Li Hui and her son, and Lin Beiping's family of four.

Including Zhang Xudong, grandma, sister, and He Jingxian, there are eight masters in total.

Another thing is that Mr. Lin specially hired an old captain with rich sea-going experience.

Lin Nandu arranged two chefs, three waiters and six bodyguards on board.

The yacht carried the twenty of them and sailed towards the vast ocean.

"Uncle, why didn't you choose to go across the Pacific Ocean, but chose to go across the farther Atlantic Ocean?"

Zhang Xudong asked as he watched his uncle steering the boat.

Grandpa Uncle looked at the sea in front of him and said proudly:

"You don't understand this, do you? No cargo ship chooses to go through the Pacific.

Although it is closer to go through the Pacific Ocean, there are no islands for thousands of miles, so it is impossible to get supplies on the way.

No matter how much money you have, you can’t find a place to sell your things.

It’s different when you travel across the Atlantic Ocean. Although it’s a bit far, there are many islands and countries along the way.

It's just a matter of money for us to get supplies and assistance."

They took turns driving the boat and fishing along the way without any rush, and had a happy and enjoyable time.

On the afternoon of the third day, the old captain my uncle hired looked at the sea ahead and said:

"Boss, the Gulf of Aden is just ahead.

If we're unlucky, we might encounter pirates. We need to be alert and prepared."

In Zhang Xudong's memory, pirates only appeared in Somalia in the 20th century.

So after hearing this, I asked with some confusion:

"What's wrong, old captain? Are there pirates in Somalia now?"

“This part of Somalia has been plagued by war.

After Italy and Britain withdrew their troops from here, the Somali waters became even less safe.

Last year, a cargo ship from the mainland was robbed by pirates.

Fortunately, there was a team of soldiers guarding the freighter, and they drove away the pirates.

We have to be more vigilant, after all, we don’t have any soldiers protecting us on board.”

After hearing this, Zhang Xudong discussed it with He Jingxian, and the two of them opened the door of a room on the deck.

Zhang Xudong called six bodyguards over.

Each of them was given a machine gun with three magazines.

Zhang Xudong arranged a bodyguard at the bow and stern, and two on both sides of the boat.

Then he asked Aunt Li Hui to take the two children, the chef and the waiter down to the cabin.

Then, he gave an AK47 to Grandpa Lin, the old captain, Grandma and Lin Beiping so that they could protect themselves.

Finally, Zhang Xudong and He Jingxian each drove a self-propelled double-barreled anti-aircraft gun.

Zhang Xudong stopped at the bow and He Jingxian stopped at the stern.

Both men placed their gun barrels flat, facing the Caribbean coast.

The old captain watched Zhang Xudong and the other two perform their operations and murmured:

"Boss, is this really just a yacht?

What are the backgrounds of your two young masters and young ladies?

These weapons should be the most advanced ones now, right?

Why do I think our yacht has more firepower than most other countries' coast guard ships? "

Grandpa Lin said in confusion: “Old man, I just asked the child to prepare some weapons for self-defense.

But damn, they are ready to dominate a small African country.

Old friend, look at this situation, do we still need to be afraid of those pirates?"

The old captain looked at the anti-aircraft gun with its barrel lying flat, swallowed his saliva and said:

"Boss, if I were a pirate, I would run as far away as possible when I saw these two big guys.

This fucking thing shoots faster, farther, and with more power than a bazooka.

This one shot could destroy the pirates' small speedboats to nothing.

If you don't run away, are you coming over to seek death?

But it depends on whether these two young men have the courage to fight."

Mr. Lin's mouth twitched when he heard what the old captain said.

He sighed and said, "Old friend, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

The old captain suddenly became nervous and asked:

"Old boss, are they all just for show?

If that doesn't work, let me take over and pick one of the bodyguards to control the two cannons."

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