Nie Yun was furious, and the consequences were dire!
He had only just set his sights on becoming a great fisherman, and someone was already scheming to mess with his "fleet" in his own backyard!
How could he tolerate that? Even his uncle could put up with it, but his aunt sure couldn't!
"Sea Wolf, prepare to launch!" Nie Yun roared!
The Mechanical Insects, busy multiplying, immediately stirred into action. They abandoned the Chengjiang, which they had already ravaged until it was riddled with holes, and made their way back to the Sea Wolf along the hulls pressed together.
Form an engine! Form a propeller! Form cannon after cannon!
In an instant, the Sea Wolf bared its fangs, becoming utterly fearsome!
Nie Yun abandoned the slow-moving sail power and switched to the propeller system he had just devoured from the Chengjiang. He even went so far as to assemble three propellers beneath the hull, with two more extending out from either side. As soon as all five propellers were in place, they began spinning furiously.
Countless Xiaolang Robots carried oil drums, feeding fuel to the diesel engines without the slightest restraint and keeping them supplied with ample power.
The Sea Wolf began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster. By the time it charged out of the base along the channel at a nearly thirty-degree angle, its speed had climbed to twenty knots, its bow pointed straight at Nie Yun's "fleet"!
Standing at the bow, Nie Yun swept out a hand. "Sea Wolf! Full speed ahead!"
Rumble, rumble, rumble! The diesel engines roared, running at 120 percent power and well beyond their limits.
Beneath the sea, the propellers spun even faster, churning up great sheets of spray. The Sea Wolf continued to accelerate, soon exceeding its original theoretical top speed.
At the bow, Nie Yun's tousled hair whipped wildly in the fierce sea wind, just like the mood of its owner.
His eyes blazed with fury, and he was brimming with murderous intent!
"I don't care who you are! Anyone who dares touch my 'fleet' is dead!"
Aboard the yacht.
Feng Ge watched the mercenaries searching the place and stepped forward. "Captain Ruan, make sure your men are careful later. Don't hurt the target inside. My young master ordered us to bring him in completely unharmed!"
"Don't worry. We're experts at this. We'll toss in a couple of tear-gas grenades first. The target won't be able to do a thing, even if he wants to die. Heh heh!"
"Good, good! We really owe you one this time, Captain Ruan. The ten-million-dollar payment will be transferred to your account in full once this is over. A pleasure doing business with you! Hahaha!"
Everything was going so smoothly that Feng Ge was in a great mood. Thinking of the young actress waiting at home, he began looking forward to whatever reward his young master might give him this time.
"Likewise! Hahaha!"
Captain Ruan was in a good mood, too. The mission had gone smoothly, the payment was just around the corner, and he had even gotten his hands on a mysterious box as a bonus. What was there not to like?
They waited for about half an hour before one of the men came to report.
"Captain, things are just about ready over there. We can make our move!"
Captain Ruan nodded and handed the box to one of the men beside him, telling him to put it in his backpack. Then he said, "Come on. Get the brothers together. We're going over to take a look!"
"Yes, sir!"
With that, everyone except the dozen or so mercenaries left behind to guard the speedboat and control the deck followed their leader into the yacht.
Captain Wei was left on deck under the watch of two mercenaries.
He trembled, his eyes fixed in terror on the bodies and bloodstains on the deck. With no one around to clean them up, the thick stench of blood hung in the air.
Captain Wei's gaze swept over Manager Wu's body, lying in a pool of blood not far away. He quickly turned his head, unable to look any longer.
The two of them had been colleagues, and had known each other for years. Now Captain Wei was overcome with fear and guilt.
"Brother Wu, I swear I didn't mean to get you killed. They never said they were going to kill anyone, really! They took my son, too. I had no choice! I didn't do it for the money!
"If I didn't do what they said, my son would be dead! He's my only son! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" he murmured, tears streaming down his face.
"Hmph!" The two mercenaries beside him shot Captain Wei a contemptuous glance.
"Hm? Strange. Do you hear something?" one of the mercenaries suddenly asked.
"Something? Huh! Yeah, I think I hear something. It sounds like... over that way!" The other man listened for a moment before answering.
"Whoosh, whoosh..." The sound grew louder, and more and more mercenaries turned to look in that direction.
Captain Wei stared blankly out at the pitch-black sea. Having spent years around ships, he was the first to realize what he was hearing: the sound of a vessel slicing through the water at high speed!
And... it was coming straight at them!
He stumbled backward two steps, eyes wide as he stared in that direction.
The mercenaries on deck also sensed something was wrong. They hurriedly raised their guns and aimed them that way.
"Quick! Shine the spotlight over there!" one quick-thinking mercenary shouted.
As the bright beam swept across the water, the sight that met their eyes left everyone dumbstruck.
Several hundred meters away, a massive vessel that looked like a medieval sailing ship burst out of the darkness. Its pointed bow pierced the sea, sending up a spray several meters high as it charged toward them with the force of a primeval beast.
"Oh, my God!"
"Fuck! What is that?!"
"Quick! Get out of the way!"
Everyone shouted in panic!
Only Captain Wei stood frozen, muttering to himself, "Th-this is a Spanish sailing warship!"
As a ship expert, he could tell the vessel's origins at a glance. That was precisely what had sent his mind into a complete daze.
A warship from hundreds of years ago? Charging straight at them at over a hundred kilometers per hour?!
Was he dreaming?!
But the two vessels were already too close. Before anyone aboard could react, the sailing ship nimbly swung sideways, skidding to a halt like a drifting car. Water surged up and drenched everyone on the deck from head to toe like a torrential downpour.
Then, with a deafening crash, the sides of the two vessels slammed into each other. Debris flew everywhere, and the sharp groan of twisting steel rang out loud and clear.
The sudden impact sent all the mercenaries staggering. Some unlucky ones were struck by flying splinters, breaking bones, while others were flung straight into the sea. Screams erupted all around.
Captain Wei had reacted quickly. When the ships collided, he ducked behind a crate and clung tightly to a rope, narrowly escaping disaster.
As the chaos gradually subsided, the surviving mercenaries, soaked from head to toe on the yacht's deck, finally looked up in stunned disbelief at the culprit responsible for it all.
A wooden hull, three masts towering high, and a palpable air of history about every inch of it.
And yet this antique, something they should have seen only in a movie or a museum, had appeared right in front of them and delivered a devastating blow!
A medieval sailing ship and a modern yacht—a collision for the ages?!
Good heavens! Someone tell me this isn't a dream! What director came up with this? This is fucking ridiculous!
There was no need to ask. It was naturally Nie Yun, raging with fury, and his Sea Wolf!
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