My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 807 Who Supports, Who Opposes

Wei Dong now only has one seagoing vessel.

Aircraft carrier.

I called Lao Fang to describe the situation and offer my thoughts.

The senior colleague found it both funny and exasperating, but he agreed with Wei Dong's line of thinking: "If something goes wrong, then you will have to take responsibility yourself."

Wei Dong scoffed: "They've only managed to create such a mess in Hong Kong and Macau because we can't interfere during this period. I think we can use this as a deterrent, since it's the behavior of private enterprises."

Old Fang would scoff and mock, but also a little envious: "Youth is all about daring to mess around... Okay, I'll keep this under control for now."

In reality, he is the one who should bear the responsibility for failing to report the fact.

Since this method was used, Wei Dong became too lazy to send the woman away.

He also sent a message through Du Hongyi: "Fighting and killing is so boring. If you're so capable, bring the best basketball team from Makan and play a game with me on the high seas."

Du Hongyi immediately burst into laughter, saying that he had to find a way to get these words across.

He had been on Rang Weidong's aircraft carrier and knew there was a basketball court on it.

But did he know who lived in the cabin?
In just two or three days, Wei Dong actually agreed to let Qin Yuye buy a new yacht, a 60-foot French yacht, which is about 18 meters long.

In Hong Kong at that time, it was considered a luxury yacht belonging to the very wealthy.

It costs less than $800,000, but it can not only fit an entire basketball team, but also a satellite phone.

Parked on the beach downstairs, it's definitely more eye-catching than a Rolls-Royce.

We drove to the vicinity of Pengzhen Bay late in the afternoon.

It's that common sea crossing route, with the coastline stretching four or five kilometers away in the distance.

After the call was connected, several tugboats and pushboats slowly appeared, "hijacking" the colorful aircraft carrier.

The black men and gangsters on the yacht cheered in surprise.

Everyone rushed from their cabins to the foredeck to look out, guessing in various languages ​​what the hell this thing was!

It's too flashy and weird.

Only Rang Weidong and Du Hongyi, who were sitting on the flying bridge, along with two or three of the top leaders of Hesheng, were casually drinking tea and chatting.

There was a rather fierce-looking leader who even let Wei Dong show off that the dozen or so men who boarded the ship today were all top-notch fighters, including two double-flowered red sticks.

Wei Dong smiled without saying a word and poured tea for Cheng Lang next to him.

The top-notch feng shui master remained silent, simply sitting and observing.

The Taoist priests all arrived, and Yuan Yuanzi was even in charge of brewing tea at the stern of the boat.

In reality, a few kilometers above the sea, a 10,000-ton aircraft carrier looks like a matchbox.

But as you get closer, you'll be amazed.

In particular, you can clearly see that the deck and the ship's side are full of people, waving and jumping for joy.

From the yacht, you're standing several stories above the buildings; you have to look up at it.

Qin Yuye and Shen Cuiyue sat side by side on the cockpit of the flying bridge.

He skillfully maneuvered the boat past the bow.

Kemp, taking advantage of his height, took down a black pearl that was lowered from the bow of the ship with a thin rope. He didn't even need to go upstairs; he could simply pull the ship's side and pass it onto the flybridge.

Wei Dong took the document and scolded with a laugh, "Is this how you act when you're going out on business? Everyone, get serious!"

The voice on the phone immediately switched to a military tone: "Yes, sir!"

Actually, the Black Pearl was used for communication and navigation; the yacht would pass in front to point the way to the tugboat.

Not far away, after walking another ten kilometers or so, we reached the sea area between the three places, a vast expanse of sea with few cargo ships.

The Makan 17K luxury yacht is waiting there.

To be precise, it was a 40-meter-long cruise ship with two or three decks, carrying over a hundred people.

Now, some people look up in awe...

It's not large; at full load, it's only about 20,000 tons, with a flight deck length of just over 200 meters.

Although all weapons and equipment had been removed, it still exuded a fierce aura completely different from that of a cargo ship.

But perhaps the brightly colored paint on the hull deceived everyone.

More likely, it's out of curiosity.

As the aircraft carrier dropped its anchor, the 18-meter yacht, a mix of light brown and white, was already moored by the lowered gangway and boarded.

The hundreds of people on Makan's side followed without hesitation and boarded the ship.

The first thing you see is the hangar under the ship's hull, now all boardboards coated with fire-retardant paint. It's a rather rustic work and rest area, filled with shy, smiling mainlanders dressed in neat T-shirts, who greet the gangsters with friendly salutes.

Some of the gang members, carrying watermelon knives and even long bags, were caught off guard and could only force a smile.

I don't know why, but suddenly I can't be arrogant anymore.

Perhaps they felt that these people's salutes were too similar.

As they climbed the internal staircase, which was only three or four people wide, onto the deck, even Camp and the others looked around curiously when they saw the red and white striped canopy covered with colorful flags.

It's already packed with young men and women!
There are probably two or three thousand people.

The banner displayed on the island read "The First Penghu-Hong Kong-Macau Youth Basketball Friendship Match".

It's normal.

But Du Hongyi and his group of Hesheng bigwigs were already looking at each other with a strange tension.

Because only they had heard Wei Dong's earlier sarcastic remark to Black Pearl.

The young people who were jumping for joy when they looked out from the yacht onto the flight deck are now standing tall and serious in neat rows!
So many people, all standing in neat rows!
It was a very clear division, with one side being a glacier-like, aloof, and rigorous formation, while the other side was filled with a lively atmosphere of waving and welcoming.

Damn, looking at those guys waving mechanically and in unison is even more creepy than those who are aloof and motionless. Anyone with a little experience can tell what kind of people these young people lined up are.

Even though everyone was wearing Dongsheng T-shirts, both new and old.

The 17K leader, who was originally surrounded by a group of high-ranking members of the gang, suddenly felt a little uneasy and looked around.

We've been tricked! This isn't a public place at all; it's a dead zone on the high seas where nobody can control it!

The deck is not wide, only twenty-five meters.

A basketball court was painted in the middle.

More than a dozen containers, painted in various colors, were neatly stacked at the rear.

Du Hongyi and his men quickly signaled each other to move aside, and the dozen or so "red sticks" realized they were nothing now.

Their street brawls and slashing were nothing compared to the sheer ferocity of these men lined up in formation.

But suddenly I don't see Rang Weidong.
I was just thinking of asking Wei Dong's two wives a few questions.

Then we saw the containers in front of us push open, and rows of young men came out, all carrying rifles!

The fifth and sixth tiers were fitted with triangular spikes!
Although they were all still wearing Dong Sheng black T-shirts, tucked into their jeans.

But these hundred or so men clearly carried a more ferocious aura.

The hundred or so gangsters from Makan were terrified!

Gangs and triads in Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan do use firearms, but it is extremely rare.

Any case involving firearms is basically a major case that the police will relentlessly pursue.

Therefore, most famous and influential figures in the underworld publicly avoid involvement with firearms, otherwise the police could use this as evidence to land them in jail.

Some, their livers trembling, turned and ran haphazardly down the cabin door!

Those who could stand still instinctively huddled together, finding a sense of security only in relying on each other.

But the people lined up around them didn't even look at them.

With only fanatical eyes, he watched his fellow guards approach...

Only when you get closer can you see that Rang Weidong is right among them, also carrying a five- or six-handed bag!

Everyone walked straight to the center of the basketball court without looking to the side!

In fact, Shen Cuiyue and the others never came to the deck. Li Xuehong, who had returned to Pengzhen in advance, met them on the steps of the ship island and continued upstairs with Cheng Lang and the Taoists.

Three more narrow flights of stairs lead to the aircraft carrier's command tower. Standing on the circular "balcony," everyone watched in astonishment.

Li Xuehong was surprised, but explained in a low voice, "I know he has a construction regiment, and the regiment also has a guard company and a lot of guns..."

Qin Yuye and Shen Cuiyue were surprised: "Another group here?"

They knew about the guard company in the Jiangzhou factory area. Like the Xishan factory, it had heavy machine guns, and even anti-aircraft guns at the original site of the construction regiment!

So, my wife immediately relaxed after I was a little nervous, and she even giggled and wanted to take pictures.

Li Xuehong quickly pressed him down: "Don't leave any evidence. This kind of thing can be a big deal or a small deal."

These days, film has to be sent out for developing, so Shen Cuiyue nodded in agreement.

But at that very moment, Rang Weidong, who had just stood in the middle, raised his voice and shouted, "Hello, comrades!"

The entire audience of several thousand people almost reflexively shouted, "Greetings, Commander!"

In fact, a considerable number of them are college graduates.

But at this moment, the women's voices became even more shrill and piercing.

The leaders of the various organizations all felt a sense of unease!
Which gang could possibly beat this?

Just as I was thinking that, I heard the guard company commander in the armed ranks raise his voice: "Attention, everyone..."

Really, it was just a fleeting moment.

More than a hundred veterans from the guard company, all of whom were trained to the bone, moved in perfect unison with Rang Weidong, raising their rifles to their chests with their left hands and gripping the butts with their right hands!
He took a half-step forward, forcefully pressed the butt of the gun downwards, and the muzzle naturally rose sharply to shoulder height.

The folded bayonet was then flung out with this meticulously honed movement, landing with a click.

And then, everyone roared in unison: "Kill!"

Even in the very first gesture, the intense, angry stare that only soldiers could muster was palpable.

The gangsters were so frightened that they quickly and quietly stuffed their bags and the knives wrapped in newspapers into the back of their hands and threw them away!
Just by looking into their eyes, you can tell these guys have the air of soldiers; they'll kill without hesitation in a fight!

Not to mention the shouts as they gripped their rifles, their skillful and valiant strides, parries, thrusts, and counter-thrusts...

After completing a set of assassination drills, one is invigorated and exudes a powerful aura.

Kemp and his men were standing to the side, not facing the bayonets, so they couldn't feel the unique killing intent of the assassination drill.

I thought it was some kind of performance, so I quickly clapped enthusiastically. It was great, really great!

Only then did Wei Dong, satisfied, toss the rifle to the guard company commander, signaling him to put the gun away and return to his unit.

The entire group of veterans jogged away in standard formation...

The group leaders all jumped out and blew their whistles to prepare for the basketball game, and Wei Dong took the white towel that was offered to him with both hands.

Wiping his sweat, he casually pointed in the direction: "Hong Kong, Macau, and Peng, the three of them happen to be gathered here. Let me be frank, it's right by that mountain in the western district. Besides this aircraft carrier, I have a regiment there, fully armed and armed. Whether or not it's necessary to break through any bullshit regional restrictions depends on whether my business is fair enough."

Du Hongyi and Ma Zhaohui both looked somewhat incredulous.

Let Wei Dong go a step further: "If you have friends in the mainland, you can ask around about the armed conflict in Jiangzhou. The place I come from fought a few years ago, with anti-aircraft guns mounted on barges and firing around the city. Don't push me to the point of madness. It's just that it hasn't been returned to China yet, and the terms of the treaty restrict the jurisdiction over these areas. But I am not subject to such terms. Do you still have any objections?"

The expression used here is Liang Jiahui asking who supports and who opposes.

Who the hell dares to say otherwise?

(End of this chapter)