While dodging bullets fired from the Fortune Star, he directed his men to surround the ship: "If you know what's good for you, stop the ship now! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite! You won't get away!"
The Fortune Star was attacked from both sides and was about to become a sitting duck at sea.
Cha Shenlou hid in the cabin, watching through his binoculars the ship flying a certain country's flag that had already appeared far out in international waters, and his face turned green with rage.
"Ah Jie! Are you even capable?! Shake them off and get out of here!" Cha Shenlou kicked Ah Jie in the butt and cursed loudly.
"Bomb your head, my foot! If you've got the guts, let your warship fire!" A-Jie wasn't one to back down either; he turned around and retorted fiercely.
With a loud "smack!", Cha Shenlou slapped A-Jie on the back of the head and cursed angrily.
"You elementary school dropout, you uneducated idiot! You want foreign troops to fire on Hong Kong's territorial waters? Do you want to start a war?! You fool! Hold out until we reach international waters, and the warships will open fire!"
Ah Jie clutched his head, "Damn it! This is discrimination based on education level?! He grew up in Kowloon Walled City, where did he go to school?!"
Although he was unconvinced, he knew that Cha Shenlou had a point.
Ah Jie covered his head, cursing Cha Shenlou's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.
But he also knew that now was not the time for infighting.
He gritted his teeth and yelled at his henchmen, "RPG! Bring me the RPG! I refuse to believe we can't blast our way through!"
"Brother Jie, an RPG?!" The henchman's voice changed, filled with a hint of fear. "This thing is heavy firepower! Are we...are we really going to use it?"
"Use it! Of course we'll use it! What time is it? Stop being so indecisive! If you don't want to die, just blast it!" Ah Jie was desperate at this point; all he wanted now was to escape this hellish place as quickly as possible.
With a deafening roar, a rocket, trailing a long plume of flame, hurtled towards the fishing boat where the pheasant was.
When Chicken saw the other man pull out an RPG, his expression changed drastically. He quickly went through the broken porthole, slammed the rudder, and yelled, "Get down!!"
He used to be a fisherman, and even the first mate on a deep-sea fishing vessel! Otherwise, Uncle Si wouldn't have let him lead the team!
The pheasant's boat swerved instantly, narrowly avoiding the rocket, but...
But the fishing boat behind him was instantly blown to pieces, and a raging fire broke out on the sea.
Seeing this, Ah Jie burst into triumphant laughter: "Hahaha! See? This is what happens when you go against me! Brothers, charge! Once we get out of here, we'll be safe!"
Under A-Jie's frenzied command, the Fortune Star, like a wild horse, charged madly into the high seas.
"Da da da!"
However, just as the Fortune Star was about to break through the encirclement, an even more intense burst of gunfire suddenly rang out.
Thick smoke billowed from the engines of the Fortune Star, and the ship began to rock violently.
"What's going on?" A-Jie shouted in terror.
"Brother Jie, the engine... the engine was hit by the Flying Tigers! We... we can't move!" A henchman covered in blood scrambled up to Jie and said in a trembling voice.
"What?!" A-Jie was both shocked and furious. The wrecked ship was almost falling apart, and the engine had been hit. How could they escape?!
He jerked his head up, about to raise his gun and fire, but was met with even fiercer gunfire from the Flying Tigers. A dense hail of bullets struck the metal of the ship's hull, sending sparks flying.
We were just a few nautical miles away from reaching international waters! Damn it!
"Brother Jie! What do we do now? We're trapped here!" The henchmen next to him were also panicked, their faces pale and their minds blank.
"What's the panic! I'm not dead yet!" Ah Jie rallied his spirits and roared at his underlings, "Listen up, grab your weapons and fight them! Even if we die here today, we'll take a few Flying Tigers down with us!"
At this moment, Chashenlou had already made contact with the foreign warship via radio and anxiously shouted in English, "Damn it! How many nautical miles away? If they don't come soon, I'm going to be arrested by the cops!"
"Mr. Cha, don't worry, we've reached the vicinity of the high seas boundary. We can't go any further. If you drive out for another ten minutes, you'll be out of the high seas and within firing range!" A deep voice came from the radio.
"But I can't get through here! The ship's been blown up! I don't have any bodyguards. What if I get hit by a stray bullet?" Cha Shenlou roared.
The man on the other end of the radio said in a nonchalant tone in English—
“Then there’s nothing I can do. My orders are to wait for you here and meet you. We can’t take unnecessary risks for you. You should know that the Hong Kong government is a world-renowned international free port. Attacking an international free port without reason will lead to disputes and sanctions.”
Cha Shenlou was so angry he almost lost his temper: "Do you know who I am? What does the stuff your boss asked me to bring involve?!" He shouted and cursed at the top of his lungs.
Outside the cabin, bullets rained down like a storm, "rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"
The impact struck the steel plates on the deck, sending sparks flying and completely suppressing the resistance of the pirates on board.
Just then, a helicopter suddenly descended, and several ropes suddenly dangled from the aircraft.
A group of agile figures slid quickly down the ropes onto the deck of the Fortune Star.
The leader was fully armed and dressed as a Flying Tigers member. He had sharp eyes and held a gleaming black Uzi submachine gun in his hand. He exuded a murderous aura.
"Everyone lay down your weapons! Surrender immediately!" His cold, stern voice echoed across the deck.
A fierce glint flashed in Ah Jie's eyes, and he instinctively tried to raise the gun in his hand.
But the other party was quick-witted and kicked him to the ground, and the gun flew out and landed on the other side of the deck, causing him to scream in pain.
The situation on the deck was also one-sided, with the team members taking control of the situation in just ten minutes.
"Where is Cha Shen Lou?" the man asked in a cold English voice, pointing a gun directly at A-Jie's head.
“Your mother…” A-Jie spat at Rong Zhaonan with a fierce expression.
Rong Zhaonan suddenly turned his left hand, casually grabbed a long military dagger, and swiftly and decisively plunged it into A-Jie's shoulder: "Where is Cha Shenlou!"
Ah Jie screamed, staring intently at the man: "You're not from the Flying Tigers... They'd say the Miranda warning... They wouldn't be this brutal... You can't even speak Cantonese... You... Who are you all?!"
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