The companion sitting in the passenger seat also sounded a little helpless, "Let's find another chance next time!"
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Hongkong.
High seas coastline.
The Coast Guard boarded the ship for a routine inspection. Both Locke's men were sweating. Leng Zirui, who was holding a grenade in his hand, looked calm and composed, and said in skilled Cantonese, "SIR, we
It’s just a little fun on the high seas…”
After checking the documents of the three people, their small yacht successfully passed the inspection and sailed into the high seas.
After a while, after it was confirmed that they had sailed into safe waters, the two men, one still pointed the gun at Leng Zirui, and the other subordinate dialed Locke's phone again, "Sir, we will be there soon!"
Leng Zirui sat on the chair seemingly casually, but kept staring at the person on the phone.
Watching the man hang up the phone, he suddenly raised his left hand, grabbed the gun of the man in front of him, followed the situation, raised his knee, knocked the man's chest hard, and punched the man's head at the same time.
On the wall of the yacht, I felt dizzy.
Another of Locke's men looked at him and raised his gun to take aim.
However, Leng Zirui just raised his hand and stretched out the hand holding the grenade towards him, making a fake gesture of letting go of the grenade. The man was taken aback and subconsciously turned around and hugged his head. Leng Zirui was anxious.
He took a step forward and gave the man a hard elbow on the back of his neck.
The man fainted and fell to the ground. The subordinate behind him had also rushed toward him. Leng Zirui ducked past him, grabbed the man's arm, and then stuffed the grenade into the man's hand while he was still holding it.
"Take it!"
The man subconsciously held the grenade, realized something, and instantly froze in place with a pale face.
"Hold it, hold it, if you relax for a moment..." Leng Zirui raised his foot to pick up the gun that the two men had dropped on the ground, "Bang - everyone will die!"
The subordinate was already covered in cold sweat, clutching a grenade and not daring to move at all.
"Where is your ship?!" Leng Zirui raised his gun and pointed it at him.
The man just shook his head, "I...I don't know..."
Leng Zirui bent down, grabbed the man he knocked unconscious, and threw him directly into the sea.
The man had been knocked unconscious by him. He barely managed to float on the water for a moment, then immediately sank, leaving only a string of bubbles on the dark sea surface.
"Do you want to jump off by yourself, or should I send you off?!" Leng Zirui pointed his gun at the remaining person on the yacht and asked.
Naturally, the man didn't want to die, so he had no choice but to say, "The GPS on the ship has determined the location..."
He took the lifebuoy from the side and put it on the man. Leng Zirui raised his chin towards his hands holding the grenade, "Remember, hold on tight, otherwise, bang -"
Lifting his foot, he kicked the opponent into the sea water.
The yacht had an automatic cruise function, and soon it left behind the guy holding a grenade and wearing a lifebuoy.
Although he had a lifebuoy and would not sink immediately, he had a grenade in his hand, so he could not swim and could only drift with the current.
This is the high seas, and for safety reasons, Locke deliberately chose a relatively remote route. There are very few ships passing by. Moreover, his hands are getting tired now. If he can't hold on, the grenade will immediately blow him up.
fragments.
Looking at the yacht getting further away, the man held a grenade in his hand, but wanted to cry but had no tears.
