Yong Zhixu glanced at the seagulls flying below and said, "I'm wondering if you could transfer me to the Space Administration?"
In fact, his childhood dream was to become an astronaut.
"You're just daydreaming..." Old Master Yong sneered, then changed the subject and said, "Is it really in the Atlantic Ocean?"
"I'm really here." Yong Zhixu's tone also became serious. "I can't go back tonight. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
After hearing this, Mr. Yong felt a little empty in his heart. Suddenly, he thought of something, "Who are you with?"
The private island of the armistice plane was just ahead. Yong Zhixu slowed down and said, "Why ask when you already know the answer?"
On the other side, Old Man Yong, who was standing under a cherry tree fiddling with leaves, curled his lips and said, "Or maybe you're just worthless. You have no name or status, but you can run faster than a rabbit."
I was at home the night before yesterday, and in the blink of an eye I was at the Atlantic Ocean.
Hearing his insults, Yong Zhixu retorted, "Who said I have no status?"
Old Master Yong paused as he sat down at the lotus leaf table. "What do you mean?"
"As you can tell, the beauty has a boyfriend." The man's tone was filled with pride.
Old Master Yong picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and said to the guard Lao Zheng behind him: "Look, it's even less valuable, hum..."
In the rear cabin of the helicopter, Tang Xili was sitting in a beige leather seat, legs crossed, arms spread out, leaning lazily against the back of the sofa.
Listening to the sarcastic conversation between the grandfather and grandson, she suddenly knew who Yong Zhixu took his tongue from.
There is absolutely no difference.
If they had an argument from now on, with her cultural background, she would probably never win.
But it doesn't matter. Anyway, she is not someone who wins people over with virtue. She has plenty of guns.
Catching a corner of the old photo out of the corner of her eye, Tang Xili leaned forward, reached out, took it out from the back pocket of the front seat, and looked at the time on the back of the photo again.
Photographed on Christmas Day 2005.
That was when she was 5 years old.
As a business rival, she knew the background of the main members of the Morgan family and their photos in recent years. There had never been an Asian face, and no family member had married an Asian.
And she had been investigating MAX for so many years, but she had never found any connection between him and the Morgan family.
What is the relationship?
At this time, the helicopter landed on the helipad of the private island.
Tang Xili placed the photo flat on the seat, took out her mobile phone, took a high-definition photo, circled MAX in red, and sent it to Amy, asking her to check it secretly.
After sending the photos, Tang Xili got off the helicopter, but before she could take a step, she received a call from Bella, saying that the chaebol boss from Country H that Qian Meng was with was investigating her because of Qian Meng's death.
"Heh..." Tang Xili laughed sarcastically, "You fell in love with me during your sleep, right? Let him investigate."
As she was about to die, Bella spoke hurriedly, "There's one more thing. Last time we killed 800 Yamaguchi-gumi members, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Kazuo Tamoto, was furious and summoned 2,000 of his men to avenge us."
"Two thousand people?" Tang Xili thought it was a little funny. "It never ends. I'll go meet them."
She also has a temper. She has been attacked time and time again. It's time to pay them back.
It is better to do it today than to wait for a day.
Yong Zhixu parked the helicopter, closed the door, and came to Tang Xili.
He couldn't hear what Bella said and couldn't guess what was going on. He just looked at her expression and tone and knew that something else was going to happen.
"Who do you want to meet?" he asked.
"Tanamoto Kazuo." Dokei walked along the clean runway toward the MR-30 that had been parked there. "That little bastard has gathered another two thousand people to kill me. If a tiger doesn't show its might, it's like it's treating me like a sick cat."
Yong Zhixu frowned, "It's time to bring this to a close. Let me go."
"No." Tang Xili refused, "Your identity is not convenient."
Yong Zhixu also knew that he was not suitable for anything. He did not say anything more, but took big strides and walked towards the nose of the fighter plane.
"Then I'll drive. You gather your strength first."
This time, Tang Xili did not object and handed the cockpit to him.
The two took off from a private island in the Atlantic Ocean and returned along the same route. More than four hours later, at four o'clock in the afternoon, they arrived back in Penang Island, Malaysia.
Tang Xili left Yong Zhixu in Penang and asked the chef at home to prepare a big meal for her to eat when she came back in the evening.
Then he filled up the fighter plane with fuel, took off again, and headed for Kobe, Japan.
Kobe is located in Hyogo Prefecture in the southwest of Honshu Island, Japan. It is backed by Mount Rokko to the west and faces Osaka Bay. It is an international trade port city in Japan.
The Yamaguchi-gumi’s headquarters is in Kobe, and there is a police station opposite the headquarters.
Tang Xili arrived in Kobe an hour and a half later.
Her fighter plane used the most advanced stealth technology. Before the Japanese Air Force could detect her on radar, she was already hovering opposite the Yamaguchi headquarters building.
After hovering, she lowered four groups of positioning missiles, 3, 6, 8, and 12, and within ten seconds, set the predicted target and then decisively pressed the launch button.
After dropping the missile, Tang Xili took off and ran without stopping for a second.
The whole process takes less than forty seconds.
"Bang, bang--" With a series of deafening noises, the four load-bearing walls at the bottom of the Yamaguchi Building were penetrated diagonally by missiles, bricks and stones flew everywhere, the building lost its support and began to collapse violently.
Inside the building, the Yamaguchi members who were summoned to the headquarters died in the sneak attack without even knowing what had happened.
The Air Force only discovered the MR-30 on radar ten seconds after the explosion.
The military immediately dispatched an air force team to investigate.
However, the MR-30 suddenly accelerated and disappeared from the Japanese radar again.
At this time, the military did not know that the bombing of the Yamaguchi Building was related to this unidentified aircraft and only thought that it was a spy sent by another country.
By the time they found out, Tang Xili had already returned safely to Penang Island.
The sky was as cool as water at night, and a bright white moon rose slowly from the sea.
Tang Xili took a bath, changed into the white horse-faced skirt with scripture inscriptions that Yong Zhixu had given her, and went downstairs to eat.
But when she looked around, she found that the servants did not cook for her, and Yong Zhixu seemed not to be there either.
Could it be that he went back?
Just as she was thinking, a servant came to her and handed her an invitation, "Master, this is for you, Mr. Yong."
Tang Xili took it and opened the framed invitation, which said that she was invited to have dinner on his yacht.
She guessed that the man was cooking again.
So he turned around, took out two bottles of fine wine from the wine cellar, drove to the pier alone.
The night is quiet, with gusts of sea breeze. The stars in the sky and the moonlight are reflected in the sea, making the sea surface sparkle and shine.
A 120-foot luxury yacht is moored at the dock.
Clusters of bright and dazzling light shine through the glass windows of the yacht, creating a magnificent beauty.
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