Above Destiny

Chapter 694 Failure is the only form of rebellion

Two hours earlier, on the outermost edge of the Seven Cities, on the sparsely populated Yamen Islands, on a desolate island where no one would bother, Minkler arrived at the base of his utterly disloyal coalition fleet.

The journey was smooth.

Ji Jue didn't even need to use the shielding he had prepared.

There's absolutely no need for that.

Armaments were so lax that even when the Prosperity ship was right at the door, there was no movement whatsoever. The necessary posts were empty, and not even the radar alarm was triggered.

Yes, because it's already turned off.

Turn off! The phone is off!

Ji Jue was completely distraught, and began to become suspicious. "Oh no, is this some kind of conspiracy to lure us deeper?"

"Don't worry, that's how our joint defense fleet works."

Minkler waved his hand calmly and casually, as if he were back home: "If the security is really tight, then there's a problem."

Even after the dilapidated Prosperity was almost at the dock, someone finally noticed it. He lazily approached, smoking a cigarette, glancing at the broken ship and pondering how much kickback he could squeeze out, when an unexpected figure came down the folding stairs and slapped him to wake him up.

Give him a slap to wake him up.

After two resounding slaps, the newcomer's eyes finally cleared, his large, watery eyes widening in disbelief: "Major General? You...you're back?!"

"Nonsense! If I didn't come back, you bunch of bastards would probably rebel!"

Minkler kicked him so hard he fell flat on his face, then strode in. Ji Jue followed behind, marveling at the sight. It was one thing for the sentries to slack off, but this guy was playing cards, drinking, and playing cards instead of putting on an act.

Qicheng is indeed a place of outstanding people and abundant resources; everyone has something to do!
Even waste can be recycled in such a refreshing way.

Soon, he came to a conclusion.

on purpose.

Strictly enforce military discipline? No, is that even necessary?
If Minkler had truly reformed military discipline, appearance, and internal conduct, let alone enforced orders, he probably would have been driven out by a mutiny on the very first day and wouldn't have been able to continue.

It's not that a piece of mud can't be plastered on a wall, but rather that the Seven Cities don't need such a useless piece of mud; it's actually quite useful.

if not?
An elite fleet, independent of the seven families, controlled by one person? No way, who could sleep at that!
Waste is good.

As long as we can maintain our organizational structure and keep breathing, that's fine. Anyway, when it really comes to integration, everyone can just pull out some things from behind and put together an elite fleet.

At other times...

Just being alive is enough; I don't ask for much more.

Even if you were a little more capable, don't expect to make it to the next day.

Not to mention the completely chaotic specifications and lack of coordination.

It's better to be confused and not know what's going on. They don't even have the activation keys for some ships. You've just left port, and you're about to collapse on the ground with a few presses on the remote control, shutting down the ship with one click.

The ammunition depot's reserves were even more heartbreaking. Apart from a batch of damp and substandard ammunition that was always kept on hand, the rest were all used to pile up smuggled goods and other random items.

Some people are even raising chickens...

As for whether those smuggled goods were confiscated or collected by everyone together, well, let's not ask that. It would be impolite to ask.

No wonder nobody cares about Minkler. You could say that just knowing his name is an honor!

Fortunately, none of these are problems...

In Ji Jue's view, none of these are problems!

Ji Jue only cares about one thing.

How much real assets does he have to start and operate his business, and how many reliable people and confidants does he actually have?

Soon, just as they rounded a bend, the doors of several vans opened, and dozens of men jumped out in a dense mass. They were dark-skinned, burly, and sharp-looking, with pistols in their belt holsters and their exposed arms covered in scars and bullet holes.

The vehicle was familiar—a small van, newly produced by the coastal industry, known for its quality, low price, and popularity both domestically and internationally. The people were familiar as well; most of the people in the Yacheng Veterans Club shared the same expression and demeanor, indifferent to all life and disdainful of all weakness.

I have truly witnessed the sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses, and experienced the taste of hard-fought battles.

Minkler said nothing more, only asking, "Where are the others?"

The leading lieutenant replied, "We've gone to the ammunition depot and communications room as instructed. We can take over as soon as we receive orders."

Minkler nodded, glanced at the crowd, and his expression changed slightly: "Where's Hilmi?"

The lieutenant paused for a moment, then said, "He's dead."

"……I see."

Minkler's expression twitched, then turned cruel: "Leave the rest to me. From now on, you will follow his orders."

As he spoke, he pointed to Ji Jue, who seemed like a passerby behind him.

"he?"

The lieutenant frowned, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at him with a look full of doubt, scrutiny, and even contempt. The others behind him were equally unimpressed, their eyes cold.

It wasn't until Minkler added, "He is Lu Feng's younger brother," that things changed.

Thus, visibly, contempt disappeared and indifference vanished.

Minkler added, "He's even less human than that guy surnamed Lu."

Immediately, everyone's expressions became innocent and enthusiastic!
Why the hell didn't you say so sooner!

"Do you know him?" Ji Jue asked.

"These are all old brothers who went to the Central Plains to fight together back then. Although they can't be called elites, they also... well, they cooperated with Lu Feng."

The phrase "coordination" refers to Lu Feng flying in the sky while everyone below desperately chased after him, enduring bullets and artillery shells...

How can it not be considered cooperation!

Although it sounds ridiculous, the ground troops that can coordinate with armored knights in a hail of bullets are, even if they are just filler babies, they are still the most combat-ready babies.

"We're on the same side, so it's easy to talk."

Ji Jue smiled, reached into his pocket, and magically produced a string of wristwatches, handing them over one after another. "Wear them all. Don't worry, they'll be useful."

Without wasting any words, the lieutenant began to put it on.

Then Ji Jue pulled one box after another out of his pocket, and began distributing bulletproof vests, helmets, grenades, flashbangs, walkie-talkies, automatic rifles, bullets...

"This is yours." Minkler wasted no time, pointed to two men, and led them straight to the central building.

He charged recklessly, breaking down doors and forcing his way through checkpoints, showing no restraint. Anyone who dared to speak was slapped across the face. His brutality and arrogance were even greater than before, to the point that no one dared to utter a word.

When he arrived at his office door, he saw his trusted aide waiting there. He took the phone from the aide and instructed the person on the other end: "Sound the alarm, call a meeting!"

So, amidst the piercing alarm, Minkler kicked open the door to the command post.

For the first time in a long time, he has ascended his throne as the true ruler and commander...

Those bloodshot eyes swept around, taking in the astonished faces, and suddenly, a grin spread across their faces.

A soft click.

A loaded pistol was placed on the table.

He sat down.

Wait quietly.

Soon, chaotic footsteps sounded, and the entire base was like a hornet's nest that had been stirred up, finally moving from its previously seemingly lifeless state.

However, the posture was far from graceful; it wasn't much different from Minkler's father foaming at the mouth and having a seizure. There was absolutely no order, just chaos; some people were even running around outside in their underwear and shoes…

Many people tried to take out their phones, only to find that the signal, which had been full, suddenly disappeared without a trace.

A hand was raised, its index and middle fingers extended like scissors, pointing towards the signal tower, then gently closing.

After a click-like auditory hallucination, all external signals were cut off.

Everything is normal.

"Alright, everyone, let's begin."

Ji Jue turned around, looked at the dense crowd of people in the underground parking lot, soldiers armed to the teeth, and smiled slightly: "Move quickly, because the list is a bit long..."

In that instant, a series of crisp, synchronized sounds rang out from the deathly silence.

It's the bolt being pulled back, disengaging the safety.

Operation begins!
"General Ming...Mingkele?"

When the people who ran into the command post saw the back of the person sitting at the front, they were all stunned, incredulous, and their expressions were so varied and fascinating.

It could be fear, confusion, or surprise.

He even subconsciously wanted to take a step back and turn away, but then he saw two figures guarding the door, their indifferent eyes, and their hands on the gun handles.

Frozen in place.

Once they realized what was happening, they moved step by step towards their position, like living corpses.

"What's going on! Who gave this permission?!"

A furious roar echoed down the corridor as a bloated figure squeezed through the doorway, shouting, "Nothing unusual! It's a council order! Who dares to sound the alarm? You... Minkler?"

The deputy commander paused for a moment, then grinned and burst into mocking laughter: "You dare to come back..."

Bang!
The body fell backward, facing the sky.

Minkler lowered his pistol, turned around, looked at everyone, and told them:
"Those who rebel against their superiors shall be executed."
.
"An emergency summons? Minkler?"

Upon hearing this, the man in the electrical room sneered, making no attempt to hide his mockery: "You really think you're something special, huh? I'm not going. Do you think that piece of trash Minkler can kill me?!"

The answer is yes.

Before the words were even finished, someone burst through the door. Without even bothering to speak, they simply raised their hand, pulled the trigger, and blood splattered onto the self-activated equipment.

While everyone else stared in disbelief, he turned away indifferently and pushed open the next door.

Pull the trigger.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The gunfire gradually intensified from all parts of the garrison base, then gradually subsided, until finally, in the deathly silence, there was no sound at all.

No one dared to stand in front of Minkler anymore.

"Please think it over, General!"

In the command center, someone mustered their courage, wiping away cold sweat, and reminded, "There's no need to go to this extent. After all, we're all..."

"Are you fucking trying to rebel, Minkler?!"

The logistics officer slammed his fist on the table in fury, unable to contain himself any longer, and demanded, "What the hell are you trying to do?!"

Minkler yawned and glanced at him.

Don't care.

“Watch your tone of voice,” Minkler said. “Find out who you’re talking to.”

"I?"

The logistics supervisor was so angry he laughed, his face flushed red, and he yelled, "Don't you dare try to act tough with me here, who the hell do you think you are... who... who..."

He suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and he couldn't speak.

Because Minkler raised his hand.

In front of everyone, he displayed the ring on his index finger, the ring radiating a dazzling, unmistakable glow—the credential of the Lord of Xiangzhou.

The proof of supreme prestige among the seven cities!
In that instant, the incessant screech of tables and chairs rubbing together filled the air. Everyone stared wide-eyed, instinctively stood up, straightened their backs, and raised their hands.

Salute to the head of the family certificate in Minkler's hand!
"It seems I no longer need to prove who I am."

Minkler tapped the table and asked indifferently:
"Does anyone else have something to say?"

So, no one spoke anymore.

well.

Within fifteen minutes, everyone was in place and ready.

The seven-city joint defense fleet has been mobilized in full force!

Suppress the bandits! Suppress the bandits! Suppress the bandits!

(End of this chapter)