"What a damn beautiful thought, this bastard!"
On the helicopter over the open sea, Lu Feng smoked, watching the speedboat racing among the waves below—a large vessel fully loaded with fuel, riding the wind and waves.
With five engines crammed in its rear, like a drugged lunatic, it soared and spewed in the storm.
Luckily, Yin Chaoyang, that bastard, managed to drive it.
If not for some effort, they would've almost lost track.
"At this speed, it could hit Lu Island by tomorrow after a few stops at deserted islands."
The guy flying the plane glanced up, "There are two high-risk targets on the ship, probably hired bodyguards. You think you can handle it with your guys?"
"Hey, wanna bet?"
Lu Feng laughed, "Eight hundred bucks?"
The pilot rudely gave him the middle finger without turning back, "Screw you, I've barely earned this crap, get lost!"
"All right, let's get to work."
