Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

With the suppressive fire from the cargo ship.

All the mercenaries on the destroyer had their attention on the cargo ship.

Meng Chuan and the others have successfully climbed onto the deck.

Meng Chuan's hand had just touched the edge of the deck when his fingertips already gripped three throwing knives.

Just as he flipped and leaped into the air, two mercenaries who were firing their guns toward the cargo ship turned around.

Before Meng Chuan's figure could even be seen in their pupils, a line of blood had already appeared on each of their throats.

He collapsed straight down without even letting out a groan.

The skill of hitting a willow leaf from a hundred paces away kills without a trace.

Shadow Butterfly followed closely behind, vaulting onto the deck, her submachine gun about to be raised.

But Meng Chuan darted toward the left passage like a ghost, his throwing knife leaving three afterimages in the night.

The three mercenaries peering into the passage fell to the ground instantly.

The last man had just pulled the pin on his grenade, intending to throw it at the cargo ship dozens of meters away.

In a moment of desperation, he turned around, intending to throw it at Meng Chuan.

But Meng Chuan kicked him away, and he and the grenade exploded in a burst of fire on the deck ten meters away.

Meng Chuan and Ying Die had already gotten down on the ground.

"Teacher, wait for me!"

Yingdie looked up and saw that Meng Chuan had already rushed out.

She clutched her submachine gun tightly and quickly chased after him.

Nothing is more important than the safety of Mengchuan than the vastness of the world.

She must not leave Meng Chuan's side even for a moment.

Because she was not only Meng Chuan's bodyguard, but also Meng Chuan's wife.

Her child can live without a mother, but not without a father.

Although she knew that Meng Chuan's throwing knives were more deadly than firearms.

But she couldn't rest easy without Meng Chuan by her side.

Meng Chuan didn't turn his head, his steps never stopping.

He had anticipated the ship's structure and made his way towards the cockpit along the shadow of the bulkhead.

As they passed an ammunition box, two mercenaries were carrying shells into the gun bay.

With a flick of his wrist, Meng Chuan sent two throwing knives piercing their backs.

The force was so great that it pinned the body to the ammunition box.

Yingdie stared at the throwing knife deeply embedded in the iron sheet and clicked her tongue in amazement.

I gained a completely new understanding of Meng Chuan's ancient martial arts skills.

If we disregard her experience in assassination, she might no longer be a match for Meng Chuan.

On the other side, Zhan Qi rushed into a lounge like a tiger descending a mountain, empty-handed.

Inside, four mercenaries were cleaning their guns while smoking cigarettes when he punched each of them, breaking their necks.

His movements were crisp and clean, revealing the full extent of his ancient martial arts skills.

He tore off a man's armband, wiped the blood from his fist, and grinned:

"Fists are still the most satisfying."

Although Lao Liu was Zhan Qi's senior brother.

He also had great respect for his sixth brother.

But he always looked down on Lao Liu for only knowing how to use a gun.

The sixth brother went straight to the gun emplacement.

He evaded the patrolling mercenaries and slid down the ventilation duct to the lower level.

Upon landing, he fired three shots with his silenced pistol, accurately blowing the heads off the three gunners.

Just as the last operator was about to press the alarm, Lao Liu had already pounced on him.

Press the gun barrel against his chin.

puff!

At close range, the bullet flew directly out of the operator's skull.

Although Lao Liu is not good at ancient martial arts, his skills are still at the level of a top soldier.

Of course, his real specialty is firearms.

Or rather, he was proficient in almost all firearms.

The sixth man looked at the complicated dashboard and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Back in the special forces training camp, his specialty was handling these big machines.

He immediately launched into a dazzling display of maneuvers on the control panel.

The destroyer's guns began to be aimed at another destroyer directly in front of it.

……

Ten minutes later, outside the cockpit.

Meng Chuan gestured for Ying Die to guard the door, while he pressed his ear against the hatch to listen for any sounds.

The sound of the captain and the communications officer arguing could be heard from inside.

The voice was rather low, so Meng Chuan couldn't hear it very clearly.

"Do it."

Meng Chuan whispered.

Just as Yingdie was about to kick the door, Meng Chuan had already unlocked it like a cat and slipped inside.

The communications soldier instinctively reached for the gun at his waist, only to see a flash of cold light as a throwing knife pierced his palm and embedded itself in the radio.

The captain was so frightened that he slumped into his chair, watching Meng Chuan approach step by step, his trouser leg soaked with sweat.

Then Shadow Butterfly came in and fired a finishing shot.

Shoot that communications soldier dead.

"Don't kill me... I'm just a hired captain..."

The captain looked at Meng Chuan in horror.

Meng Chuan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he opened it again.

Boom!

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the bow of the ship.

Flames shot into the sky outside the window, and a large hole was blown in the deck of the destroyer directly in front of them, billowing thick smoke.

Many of the crew members on the destroyer, still engulfed in flames, jumped directly into the water.

"It's Sixth Brother!"

Zhan Qi's voice came from the doorway. He had just finished dealing with the guards in the corridor and rushed over.

I also happened to see the huge "fireworks" right in front of me.

"Sixth Brother just stormed into the gun emplacement; he must have succeeded."

Before the battle, Zhan Qi and Lao Liu also acted separately.

Meng Chuan looked out the window and saw the destroyer slowly sinking, which reassured him considerably.

Meng Chuan's biggest fear was that if he hijacked this destroyer, another one would suddenly fire at him.

Fortunately, Zhan Liu sank the enemy first.

How many mercenaries are on this ship?

Meng Chuan calmly looked at the captain, who was paralyzed with fear in his chair.

"Besides me, twenty...twenty people..."

The captain's voice trembled:

“They’re all desperate criminals from Blackwater. They were only supposed to intercept, not fight to the death…”

If he had known it would turn out like this, he would never have taken the job.

"Report your numbers! How many did you kill?"

Meng Chuan looked at Ying Die first.

Yingdie understood and said in a deep voice:

"I'll take care of two."

Yingdie did this to protect Meng Chuan and to save bullets.

Not many people were killed.

"I have six."

Zhan Qi clapped his fist.

At this moment, Lao Liu pushed open the door and came in, his clothes still covered in gunpowder smoke:

"Four gun emplacements."

Meng Chuan nodded:

"I have eight. That makes a total of twenty."

All alive.

"Shadow Butterfly, can you drive this thing?"

Meng Chuan looked at the control panel in the cockpit and asked Ying Die.

Shadow Butterfly walked to the captain's chair and sat down. She skillfully turned the rudder and pressed a few buttons, causing the ship to vibrate slightly.

She turned back and raised an eyebrow at Meng Chuan:

"Apart from high-speed rail, there is no mode of transportation I don't know how to use."

Meng Chuan smiled helplessly.

Yingdie spoke with the same domineering air as always.

Meng Chuan walked up to the captain and pointed to the water outside the window:

"Are you going to jump down yourself, or should I help you?"

The captain, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, scrambled to the deck and leaped into the water.

Whether you'll die if you jump into the sea is unknown, but if you don't, you're guaranteed to die.

Meng Chuan looked at the route map on the instrument panel and tapped his finger on the high seas area:

"Let's go, target: international waters."

Shadow Butterfly slammed the throttle valve to the floor, and the destroyer roared to life.

They turned the boat around, broke through the water, and headed towards the dark depths of the sea.

The Blood Demon on the cargo ship saw the destroyer turn and ordered a retreat.

In the darkness, the two ships sped away in different directions.

Meng Chuan took out his phone and, while dialing a number, said to Zhan Qi:

"Clean up all the corpses, and by the way! I can't lose my throwing knife..."