Nie Zhao not only brought Sam, Hank, and Ram, but also several generals sent by the mainland military, a group from the company's security department, and Wade, making a large group of more than twenty people.
But all of these twenty-odd people, except for the opportunistic Secretary An, opposed his actions.
Imagine, in the dead of night, on the vast ocean, gunshots are ringing out from a cave on the back of a volcano. What if it's pirates fighting each other? And what are the chances that the boss's wife is inside?
It's dangerous to pass by a fight scene in the middle of the night. Even dogs know that if they see two people fighting, they should tuck their tails between their legs and run away. But naive Boss Nie doesn't understand. He's not afraid and struts by.
When he ordered the ship to stop, the newly hired operators looked at each other, almost in tears.
As a result, he pulled out a Morse code book, and with the instruction of the mainland bodyguard, he inadvertently started sending Morse codes.
Sam, the deputy captain of the bodyguards, saw this was not going to work and organized the men to get their guns ready and their cannons loaded, putting everyone on high alert. Even a fool could guess that if the ships inside saw the unfamiliar signals, they would rush out and start a fight.
Mr. Nie looked ridiculous. He had been in a bad mood for the past two days and refused to let the hairdresser touch his head. His head was a mess, like a bird's nest. He was wearing an expensive designer suit, but he hadn't changed his shirt for two days, and there was even a stain on the collar.
He must have been terrified himself, his hand trembling slightly as he rested it on the radio.
He was like a child who lit a giant firecracker, then squatted down and waited curiously for it to explode.
But he's an adult, and a big boss at that. If he wants to act willfully, no one can do anything about it.
Sam only dared to glare at Secretary An, the lackey, to vent his anger.
Suddenly, static crackled through the radio. Sam immediately raised his gun, and the driver at the console glanced over. At the same time, Mrs. Nie's voice came through the radio: "I'm here. I'm fine. I'm safe."
There are only nine words in total, but each one is the weight of pure gold.
The only thing Mr. Nie cared about most was his wife's safety. Her answer was enough for him.
He can be quite foolish at times, even ridiculously so. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and said, "Ah Rou, I didn't come here to bother you on purpose. You go about your business, I'll just wait here."
It was a huge, heavy ship. Even if he wanted to go into the cave, he couldn't get in. It was late at night, and there were huge waves outside. It seemed like a heavy rain was about to fall, so no one dared to let him off the ship. He could only wait here.
His silly and humble demeanor was ridiculous, but having come all this way, he didn't dare disturb them and could only wait silently in the distance. Even more ridiculous was that, not to mention Secretary An, Sam, who didn't understand Cantonese very well, was amused by him.
Boss Nie listened intently, and after a long while, a single word came from the other end: "Okay."
After waiting for a long time without any movement, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he was always submissive in front of his wife, he was ruthless towards his bodyguards and secretaries.
Turning around abruptly, Boss Nie, who had been feeling dejected for several days, instantly perked up and asked Secretary An, "How's the bathroom?"
There are shower areas on the ship, of course, but the drains are clogged and the electric water heater is broken.
Secretary An hurriedly said, "Ah Kuan is repairing it; I'll go see him now."
Boss Nie then said, "Go check if the refrigerator is cooling. The Coke should be at 4 degrees, not 0 degrees. Also, check the kettle. I smelled it earlier; it has a glue smell. You must fix it immediately."
The newly bought kettle probably had a lingering glue smell from the lathe. For an ordinary person, the smell would dissipate after a few uses, but Boss Nie was different. He had a dog-like sense of smell, and the kettle needed to be cleaned thoroughly.
Secretary An hurriedly said, "I've already cleaned the kettle."
Mr. Nie insisted, "Go and boil another pot, bring it to me first, and make sure there is no strange smell."
What could Secretary An say? He could be found fault with even himself; this boss was not someone that ordinary people could serve.
He said, "Okay, I'll go right away."
Mr. Nie looked at Sam again and asked in English, "Are you sure it's impossible to go into the sea in this weather?"
Sam thought for a moment, then handed the gun to his boss: "Go to sea or be shot, you choose one."
In the darkness, dark clouds could be seen rolling over the sea. Although the medium-sized ship was stable enough that the size of the waves could not be felt, the sheer size of the waves was evident from the constant crashing of the waves against the cockpit window.
Boss Nie said he would let his wife do her thing and wouldn't bother her, that he would wait patiently, but in reality he was pacing back and forth in the cockpit, regretting that money wasn't everything and couldn't keep up with the raging storm outside.
However, the weather in the Philippines is such that the wind and waves come and go quickly. In the blink of an eye, a torrential rainstorm struck, with raindrops lashing the bridge. All the drainage channels of the medium-sized ship were opened at once, and water poured down the drainage channels.
But in just three to five minutes, the outside world became calm again, and a bright moon rose in the sky.
Nie Zhao looked at Sam again, and Sam immediately said, "I'll set sail right away, and I'll go with you."
On the other side, Chen Rou and Yue Zhongqi were sorting out and tallying the cargo and money on Aha's escape ship, and discussing how to deal with it.
The ship's cargo hold was crammed full of all sorts of goods, and the international police's usual policy toward these goods was to destroy them. So Yue Zhongqi contacted Chen Ke by radio, requesting assistance.
Because ordinary fire would only cause the drugs to be remelted a second time, and to completely destroy them, a temperature of at least 1400 degrees Celsius is required. Without a specially made high-temperature furnace, they only have one way: to add a huge amount of sulfides and gasoline. This would both destroy the properties of the drugs and raise their ignition point.
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