Chapter 493: The Night of Bloodshed on the Frigate

He Yuzhu was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "This man Jin Hai is ruthless enough."

Zhao Ying nodded: "Indeed, but to keep those gang members in line, one cannot do without a bit of ruthlessness; he can be considered to have done well in balancing favors and authority. Especially since he pays every brother a monthly salary, which has solved the livelihood problems for many people."

He Yuzhu was quite happy to hear this news, as it meant Jin Hai had followed his advice.

Zhao Ying pulled He Yuzhu aside to complain at length, saying how difficult things were for her.

He Yuzhu kept flattering her, which finally made Zhao Ying feel much better.

"Do you want to see Liu Rusi first? Or go directly to Ryukyu to find a ship?" Zhao Ying asked.

"I think I won't see her for now, lest she worry." He Yuzhu stubbed out his cigarette, "Sister, this time I must sail the ship over myself. Prepare enough diesel for me."

Zhao Ying said no more, immediately picked up the phone, and gave instructions in fluent Yue Cuisine in a low voice.

After hanging up, she looked at He Yuzhu: "Queen's Pier, Warehouse 16, look for Xia Shu. Do you have a truck? If not, I will arrange one for you."

"I have one." He Yuzhu stood up to take his leave.

Zhao Ying suddenly stepped forward quickly from behind and hugged him tightly, her voice somewhat strained: "Liu Rusi worries about you, and so do I. You must be careful when doing things. If money is gone, it can be earned again; if a person is gone, then everything is gone."

"Don't worry, sister, I have a sense of proportion!" He Yuzhu left with a smile.

He went to see Zhang Shuying, only saying he was going out to handle some business, without mentioning the risks involved.

Zhang Shuying was a bit reluctant to let him go, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go.

He Yuzhu comforted her gently: "For the next two years, I will be stationed in Guangzhou, so there will be plenty of opportunities to come see you."

Only then did Zhang Shuying let him go.

He Yuzhu drove straight to the Queen's Pier warehouse.

On the vast ocean, He Yuzhu's boat had been sailing alone for five days.

In these five days, he encountered several major storms, which were extremely thrilling and nearly a brush with death.

In the tossing cabin, He Yuzhu secretly made up his mind that he must get a few good ships back this trip. This fishing boat was too small and very uncomfortable to sail.

On the morning of the sixth day, the storm finally subsided. The sky was as blue as if washed, the sea surface was as smooth as a mirror, and a few seagulls circled the mast, crying out.

He Yuzhu estimated he was already approaching the Ryukyu Islands.

Just then, on the distant horizon, a behemoth came breaking through the waves.

It was a huge warship, its gray hull reflecting a cold luster under the sunlight.

Beside it, there was also a much smaller patrol boat, cutting through the white spray as it headed in his direction.

He Yuzhu did not dodge or evade, sailing straight toward that patrol boat. This was precisely the goal of his trip.

When the patrol boat rapidly approached He Yuzhu's small boat, it began to fire, bullets constantly hitting the hull and making "clanging" sounds.

He Yuzhu raised a white flag, and four white sailors on the patrol boat immediately jumped onto his boat.

A burly white man stepped forward and, without a word, raised his hand to throw a punch at him; He Yuzhu lowered his head to dodge it.

Seeing He Yuzhu dodge the punch, the big guy raised his leg to kick, which He Yuzhu barely dodged again, but unexpectedly, the man slipped and fell himself.

"Son of a bitch, you're looking for death... I'll kill you!"

He Yuzhu looked innocent and explained in English: "I am a fisherman... This place isn't your home, why can't I come here?"

Upon hearing this, the big guy pressed his gun muzzle directly against his chest.

He Yuzhu stared fixedly at his finger—at the slightest movement, he was prepared to take care of all the people on the boat.

At this moment, a short white man walked over and said coldly: "You say you are a fisherman, why are there no fishing nets on the boat?"

"Who says there aren't? They're in the back cabin." He Yuzhu responded calmly, "I didn't want to come here either; I encountered a big wind at night, and the boat just drifted here on its own."

The short man stepped forward, reached out to press He Yuzhu's sturdy chest, his eyes vigilant: "This guy must be an agent, look at these muscles on him."

He Yuzhu suddenly smiled: "Officer, you are being too arbitrary. Are there no strong people among fishermen?"

The short man was suddenly annoyed and embarrassed: "Cut the crap! I'm taking you to see the captain right now!"

Just like that, He Yuzhu was handcuffed behind his back, sent onto the warship, and escorted into the captain's office by third-class sailors John and Wesley.

Jones, the captain of the Dealey-class frigate "Sentinel," had a copy of "Playboy" spread out on the table, his gaze glued to the semi-nude girl on the centerfold.

"Captain, we discovered a fishing boat intruding into the restricted waters; this person is suspected to be an enemy reconnaissance agent," John reported loudly.

Jones raised his eyes to scan He Yuzhu and asked: "You say this person is a spy?"

John nodded: "It was determined by first-class sailor Kevin of the patrol boat; he said this fishing boat's movements were suspicious."

Jones cursed: "Since it's determined he's a spy, just throw him into the water to feed the fish; why bring him here?"

It must be said that those named John are relatively honest; he stammered: "Captain, wouldn't that be against legal procedure?"

Jones cursed: "Get lost! What law, what clauses? On my warship, my order is everything. Get out! Hurry up and throw him into the sea!"

"Yes!" John lowered his head and pushed He Yuzhu as they walked out.

Just at this moment, He Yuzhu's mind stirred, and John and Wesley vanished in an instant.

With a flick of his finger, he used a key to open the handcuffs.

When Jones looked up again, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He knew the situation was bad and instinctively reached for his gun—his fastest speed for drawing a gun was 0.2 seconds, which could be considered standard cowboy marksmanship.

But compared to He Yuzhu, his speed was still slower.

Just as his hand touched the grip of the pistol, a Flying Knife had already been fiercely plunged into his neck.

Fresh blood gushed out, and he struggled desperately; his hand, touching the gun grip, still wanted to pull the trigger, but he had already lost his strength.

He Yuzhu put his corpse into his space.

Next, it was his time for slaughter.

He changed into John's clothes and stuck some yellow whiskers on his face, disguising himself as a sailor on duty.

He first sneaked to the communications room and cut off all communications on the warship.

Then he went to the replacement personnel lounge.

There were over forty sailors on rotation standby here, sleeping sprawled across their beds. After entering, He Yuzhu directly activated Space Collection mode; everyone within a ten-meter radius was completely collected into the space. Two who reacted quickly and tried to jump out the window to escape were accurately struck by Flying Knives he flicked out, and were subsequently collected as well.

After finishing with the lounge, he began clearing out the sailors from one Ministry to the next. Because the spaces inside the Warship were relatively small, he encountered basically no resistance during the collection process.

At exactly 3:00 AM, He Yuzhu had already collected nearly 169 people.

His final goal was to control the navigation personnel on the bridge and have them sail this Warship back to the designated naval base.

The whistle for the shift change had sounded half an hour ago, yet no one had come to the bridge to relieve them.

The helmsman Carter had a cigarette in his mouth and cursed, "Son of a bitch Mark is late again, goddamn it."

The navigation duty officer Miller also cursed, "We must report this to the captain later; if he keeps slacking off like this, something is bound to go wrong sooner or later."

The lookout Xien did not join the conversation; he leaned against the porthole, feeling drowsy—this stretch of sea had a flat shipping lane with no hidden reefs, so there was really nothing to be vigilant about.

He Yuzhu pressed against the door panel to listen for a few seconds, then pushed the door open and walked in.

The lookout Xien was the first to react; just as he was about to open his mouth to shout, He Yuzhu slit his throat with a single blade.

The navigation duty officer Miller looked up at the sound, and the pencil in his hand fell onto the nautical chart with a "clatter."

He Yuzhu blew his head off with a single shot.

Carter was so scared that his cigarette dropped onto his crotch; just as he was about to reach for the alarm under the table, He Yuzhu's voice rang out: "Pressing the alarm is useless; everyone on this ship is dead. Now, only you and I are left on the ship."

Carter trembled all over, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at He Yuzhu.