The Deadbeat and the Sea
"Wishful fucking thinking, you bastard!"
On a helicopter over international waters, Lu Feng smoked as he watched the speedboat racing through the waves below—a high-powered boat loaded to the brim with fuel, riding the wind and breaking the waves.
With five engines crammed into its ass, it shot through the storm like a drugged-up queer.
Good thing Yin Chao Yang could handle the thing.
If they hadn't put in some effort, they would have nearly lost him.
"At this speed, if they make a few stops at deserted islands, they'll fucking reach Luda Island by tomorrow."
The burly man flying the helicopter glanced up. "There are still two high-threat targets on the boat. They should be bodyguards they hired. Can you handle them with just this many people?"
"Heh, wanna bet?"
Lu Feng grinned. "Eight hundred?"
The pilot rudely flipped him the middle finger without even turning around. "Fuck your mother. I finally earned this little bit of damn money, now get lost!"
"Alright, time to work."
Lu Feng spat out the cigarette butt that had burned down to the filter, pulled back the bolt, and gestured to both sides. The security guards aboard the helicopter, their faces painted in camouflage, immediately grinned silently and pulled up their masks.
With a boom, the helicopter door opened, and violent wind poured in.
The searchlight shone down without concealment, locking onto the fleeing speedboat below.
It had clearly noticed the helicopter chasing it long ago. The speedboat's speed surged again as it tore ahead.
"Alright, let's serve the guests some appetizers first."
Lu Feng reached back and took the shoulder-fired rocket launcher handed over by his teammate. He activated it smoothly, tilted his head, aimed by heat signature, and locked on.
"Go!"
Amid the howling wind came