Right at the end of the pier, there was a twin-engine seaplane parked there. Yang Jing couldn't recognize the brand of this seaplane, but it looked very good.
There are twelve cockpits in the cabin of the plane, but there is no one inside at this time. Apart from the pilot, there is only one guest, Yang Jing.
Old Mike and the others stood at the dock, watching Yang Jing board the plane by himself. Of course, they couldn't fly over with him, as the big boss had specifically instructed that except for the heir, no one else was allowed to approach the yacht.
Among these people, only Old Mike knew the reason. No one else knew. However, with Old Mike around, he only needed to say a word and no one would dare to disobey his orders.
"Mr. Aller, is it okay to let Mr. Yang go alone?" Frank Abbas looked at the plane slowly gliding on the water, turned his head and asked Old Mike in a low voice.
Old Mike shook his head and said, "This is what Cole ordered personally. Besides, aren't there six of our ships protecting the five-nautical-mile radius around Cole's yacht? So, don't worry about anything. This is what Cole specifically asked us to do."
Watching the plane gliding faster and faster on the water, Old Mike sighed and silently said in his heart, "Farewell, my old friend..."
This seaplane with two propeller engines took off very smoothly. After leaving the water, it circled in the air, then flew to the west at full speed and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
Originally, Old Mike wanted to use a helicopter, but the location where Cole's yacht was moored was 300 kilometers away from Grand Cayman Island, which was more than 600 kilometers round trip. Ordinary light helicopters did not have such a long range. But if a larger helicopter was used, Cole's yacht could not land such a large helicopter, so Old Mike arranged a seaplane to transport Yang Jing.
For Yang Jing, the real handover was actually completed the moment he signed. Meeting with Cole Smith and completing the final inheritance was nothing more than a play.
But this play must be performed - for the safety of the Dragon Fund.
The plane was flying at a speed of more than 200 kilometers at an altitude of about 3,000 meters above the sea. It took an hour and a half to see the seven yachts of different sizes anchored on the water.
Looking down from an altitude of 3,000 meters, the seven yachts were smaller than matchboxes. However, the seven yachts were spaced far apart from each other. The six outer yachts formed a circle about four or five nautical miles away from the middle yacht, surrounding the largest yacht in the middle. It was obvious that the six outer yachts were protecting the middle yacht.
The plane circled twice in the air, then began to descend, and finally landed smoothly next to the large yacht in the middle.
Yang Jing left the cabin, stepped on the wing and boarded the yacht, then the seaplane started again and flew away quickly. This plane was just to bring Yang Jing here, and after it arrived at the location, the plane had to leave immediately, otherwise the owner of the plane would not be able to earn the generous reward.
In fact, at this point, Yang Jing could completely relax. There was no one on the ship except himself. As for Comrade Cole Smith, his mission ended here.
Yang Jing hasn't had any rest since he got off the plane. Not to mention the jet lag, he hasn't even had a meal.
So Yang Jing walked into the cabin and used the ingredients in the refrigerator to make himself a hearty lunch.
It's already afternoon, and old Mike doesn't even care about lunch. He's really stingy...
After eating a meal of Chinese and Western food, including fried Wagyu beef steak, boiled eggs with minced garlic, mixed vegetables, steamed grouper and white wine, Yang Jing had a good sleep in the cabin.
This sleep lasted from around two in the afternoon until almost nine in the evening. Yang Jing woke up, washed up, and walked to the cockpit. After setting the destination of the yacht, he turned on the automatic driving function and headed all the way to Grand Cayman Island. Yang Jing took out bedding from the cabin, spread it on the floor of the cockpit and continued to adjust to the jet lag.
When the sun just rose the next day, the alarm clock woke Yang Jing up. After getting up, he could see the outline of Grand Cayman Island in the distance. About one nautical mile behind the yacht, six yachts of different sizes followed closely.
When the yacht docked steadily beside the pier, more than 20 people led by Old Mike were already waiting at the pier.
When Yang Jing came out of the cockpit and stepped onto the deck, he saw old Mike's expectant eyes from afar.
Shaking his head slightly at Old Mike, Yang Jing quickly walked down the deck.
Seeing the grief-stricken expression on Old Mike's face, Yang Jing gave him a big hug and whispered in his ear, "Master has passed away peacefully."
Old Mike couldn't help sobbing softly.
Yang Jing then patted Old Mike on the back and whispered again: "Hey, Mike, you don't have to be so sad. Part of my consciousness has survived from my disciple Albert Yang, so when you see Albert, it's like seeing me."
This familiar voice immediately made Old Mike raise his head in surprise, and looked at Yang Jing eagerly, "You...you..."
Yang Jing smiled slightly, nodded at Old Mike, and then said, "Old buddy, you heard it right, that was indeed my voice."
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