Prodigal son never prodigal

Chapter 179 The villain dies due to troublesome circumstances

Theoretically speaking, a yacht at full power is less than half the speed of a high-speed boat.

Moreover, we have to cross a section of the river as slender as a swan's neck into the sea in the dark, avoiding all kinds of small fishing boats, yachts, sightseeing boats and the like parked on it.

It is as difficult as an elephant prancing and dancing on the penguin beach.

If it weren't for the full moonlight tonight, it would create a very obvious glow on the calm water.

He didn't dare fly at night at all.

So when Yan Qing finally steered the yacht into the sea and began to speed up in a daze, he could only use Gai Qingyun's electronic resolution ability to barely search for any movement on the entire sea surface.

He also reached out and turned on the only searchlight on the flybridge.

After analysis, it may be this move that completely angered Boss Huang.

No one expected that the guy on the trestle who was beaten at close range until his face was covered in blood would wake up his unconscious companion with his screams. ,
They called their boss via satellite phone before escaping.

It was the Olympic gunman who chased him to the pier and drove away the 500-foot flybridge yacht worth 45 to [-] million yuan!
Boss Huang, who was cursing incessantly on the speedboat, suddenly turned around and saw the familiar searchlight lighting up so conspicuously in the night.

No matter what kind of preparations he made for his escape, he ended up traveling in a hurry and lost a lot of things.

At this moment, I may not be able to contain my anger towards this young man.

I knew from the phone call that there was only one person, and with a few shotguns, they actually circled back to kill Yan Qing under the frantic instructions of the boss!
The villain died in trouble...

This is truly a saying of the ages.

Yan Qingzheng randomly chose a direction and started to move forward at full speed. After fooling around for a while, it was considered a crossroads. Anyway, he didn't want to go back to accompany the two dominatrixes. He was thinking about whether to find a place to fish at night.

Hearing Gai Qingyun shouting that a ship was coming over there, when he saw the high-speed speedboat approaching fiercely and fiercely, he couldn't believe his eyes.

I almost leaned over the side of the ship to say welcome back.

He also slowed down his speed.

In fact, we are already a bit far away from the coastline now. It was just after ten o'clock and the beach-style street was brightly lit, but looking back from the flybridge, it was just a slit.

Then, seeing how nimble and skillful this speedboat was, it went around the bow as if to confirm its position, and finally leaned against the stern to help!

Yan Qing knew that the person who came was evil.

Even if it is a cheap domestically produced yacht, it has an Italian design concept. The high fiberglass hull allows the deck to be nearly two meters above the water.

There is no way to climb up directly on this high-speed speedboat that sticks to the water.

You can only board the ship through the diving board platform at the stern, which is almost flush with the water.

Of course they were very familiar with their own ship.

Three or four figures hugged Boss Huang and stepped over menacingly.

Boss Huang, who was in his 60s and [-]s, couldn't help shouting: "Who are you? If you dare, come down and show me a sign! I can destroy you..." The voice behind him was broken!

You can imagine how angry he was.

Anyone who fell from being a billionaire to fleeing in panic would be a little emotional, right?

Especially after seeing how much entertainment this road has brought, how many beautiful figures it has conquered, and how many political and commercial affairs it has negotiated, the war rider is actually being driven around by the other party.

It was so hateful that I even wanted to sink the bottom of the boat!

Yan Qingcai was confused as to whether he could play tricks with him, and kept quietly sticking out his glasses from the flying bridge.

In the dark, no one can see it attached to the exquisitely decorated railing.

This "periscope" steadily conveyed the information: "Five people, all men, hey hey, it seems that something is really going on, men are more reliable. Three of them are holding shotguns in front, and Boss Huang's hand seems to be Also has a pistol? Okay, the last one tied the speedboat to the stern and stepped onto the platform with a light..."

The flybridge is the rooftop above the main cabin of the hull.

This common type of yacht is divided into flybridge type and sports type. The difference is that the latter's roof is streamlined and integrated, while the flybridge is equivalent to an extra terrace, and you can control and drive on the terrace to enjoy the sun and waves. .

So the flybridge is the highest point of the entire ship.

The stern platform is flush with the water, and you have to climb some stairs to reach the deck level. The main deck, living room, and operation console are all on this level.

Going down is the dining room and lounge hidden under the main deck of the bow, and behind the hull are the bedrooms and engine room, as well as the kitchen and bathroom.

These people must be very familiar with the structure of the ship's hull. They climbed up and raised their shotguns high to take precautions, facing the flybridge and the living room.

No matter where Yan Qing shows up, she will attract trolls.

But with a "periscope", only a fool would look in.

Yan Qing climbed up to the single ladder of the flybridge and slowly stretched out the barrel of the gun beside the shiny stainless steel handrail.

Like a cold snake.

Not only can the headphones hear the number of people, but it also directly opens the phone screen so that Yan Qing can see the distribution clearly.

Just as these five people boarded the ship aggressively, they were faced with a situation of complete silence and they didn't know which corner they were hiding in. They finally began to huddle together very cautiously, imitating the trick they learned from some gunfight movie and pointing their guns in different directions. aim……

It's like a thatch pile with a few dung forks stuck in it.

I don’t know what they are aiming at with their guns like this.Of course, this also virtually saved their faces.

Yan Qing didn't even lean forward to look around, but moved towards the leisure area on the back deck, holding the gun in her arms.

That scene...

After a long time, Gai Qingyun still liked to take out the video of this shot and watch it with relish.

It was really like the popcorn pot. The lid was pried open, and a loud bang echoed in the living room. Hundreds of steel balls were like countless popcorn, scattering the thatch pile!

Except for the boat driver who held the lighting at the end, who may have suffered less, the four people in front must have had their hair sprayed into a slicked-back hairstyle!
Blossoming all over the face!
Screaming to the sky...

One of them even covered his face in pain and jumped off the ship!

The eyeballs are probably gone.

At least two shotguns fired randomly at this moment, making the glass and bulkheads crackle everywhere!
But they all fired double bombs in a panic. How could any Olympian watch their reactions carefully, then silently reach out, and bang!

Then he pulled it back, opened the barrel, slapped off the bullet casings, and loaded two bullets without even looking at it.

no need.

Even if he grabbed seven or eight shotgun shells from the trestle, it only took two rounds to completely defeat these so-called social people, bodyguards, and killers who had never experienced a life-or-death fight.

They turned around and ran away in a fit of rage. They didn't even notice that when the first shotgun was fired, they had already squeezed the 60- to [-]-year-old Boss Huang and threw him off the stern platform!

Poor old man in his sixties, with no children to take care of him, he is still struggling for survival on the sea.

Yan Qing threw away the shotgun, pulled out what was supposed to be a May [-]th-style pistol, pointed it at the black figure who turned and fled, and pulled the trigger!
In his eyes, there is no such thing as over-defense, or failure to kill without surrendering your gun...

If Gai Qingyun hadn't stopped him, he would have killed all three foreign girls.

Why would you keep someone like this who is holding a gun and wants to kill him now?

He quickly emptied the magazine, put on a new one, and went downstairs holding the gun with both hands in a professional manner.

Don’t forget that he is at the SWAT training ground next door to the Wan Provincial Shooting Center. This kind of tactical shooting consumes even more bullets than shotguns!

Those modern tactical shooting theories that have been honed over thousands of times can definitely be quickly integrated into the hands of a gang leader who has astonishing experience in on-the-spot combat.

Only by understanding why each action is done can you ensure your own safety to the greatest extent and shoot more accurately to kill the enemy.

It can be said that he ranks first in the actual combat of the entire provincial criminal police corps, which means that the young men of the special police corps can compete with him.

What do these three-legged cat socialites want to do with more and less?

There was a body lying on the back deck, and Yan Qing, regardless of life or death, just used it as a sandbag and pushed it to the stern platform, frightening the last driver who wanted to climb onto the speedboat. He didn't know where to hit him as soon as he raised his gun.

Bang bang, it fell into the sea!

Throwing the objects on the dining table on the back deck one by one, hitting those black bodies, and finally even hit two chairs.

Only then did Yan Qing confirm that he was really unresponsive, and he still went down with great vigilance. One person jumped off the ship, another one fell down, and the bodies of the remaining three were here.

Boss Huang was pinned down by two of his men. Even if he was not dead, he was probably paralyzed by the pressure.

Tianqiaoxing is like a seductive messenger sent by the God of Death. He has absolutely no humanitarian rescue, and he has no idea of ​​​​leaving his life to explain the case.

He only confirmed that there was no danger and then began to search quickly.

Cleaning up the loot was the only thing he loved to do at this time.

Boss Huang didn't even have a mobile phone on him, but the diamond rings, rings, gems, etc. on his fingers, and the chains on the necks of those few people, regardless of their thickness, were all quickly changed.

In his pockets, even packs of cigarettes and lighters were cleared out and piled together professionally.

Not to mention that the scene was preserved, three bodies were piled in the corner, and three shotguns and two pistols were thrown on the back deck.

Finally, he picked up the light and went to retrieve it on the high-speed speedboat tied to the stern of the ship.

There were four suitcases piled in the speedboat, which could accommodate about ten people.

Yan Qing found a crowbar and was about to break open the box shell of the combination lock, but Gai Qingyun reminded that these things still had to be handed in.

Even if the video he handed over could prove that it was legitimate self-defense and he didn't care about survival in a life-or-death situation, Boss Huang would definitely have brought something with him when he fled in a hurry, so he couldn't leave empty-handed.

The prodigal son was angry, but he had the self-control to stop.

The combination lock that has not been pried open or destroyed actually shows an attitude.

But with my peripheral vision, I still caught a glimpse of a small bag at the foot of the seat next to the speedboat. It was a small shoulder bag as big as an urn. Some tourists like to carry it cross-body in front of their body to carry important items such as mobile phones and documents.

Look at the LV brand style. It was an important item that Boss Huang had temporarily taken off when he was sitting in the co-pilot's seat before boarding the ship.

He immediately grabbed it in his hand and shook it with a smile: "We can always keep the things in here."

Lao He was right, Yan Qing did have a strong sense of being a refugee.

You must not let him become an official. Scratching the ground three feet is light.

(End of this chapter)