Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

The destroyer broke through the darkness and sped towards the high seas.

The sound of the ship cutting through the sea was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Meng Chuan stood on the deck outside the cockpit, the sea breeze lifting the hem of his clothes.

The phone rang with a call waiting to be answered.

After a few moments, the call was finally connected.

"How did things go?"

Fu Wang's slightly anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"We took down one destroyer, but the other was sunk by Lao Liu."

Meng Chuan's words were concise and to the point:

"We are heading towards international waters and are expected to arrive at the agreed coordinates in half an hour."

"Destroyers have been deployed? Hmph! It seems that Trump really doesn't take my Green Gang Group seriously."

Although Meng Chuan did not elaborate, it is clear that a destroyer could be deployed.

It goes without saying how intense the battle must have been.

"They used mercenaries, and we don't have any direct evidence pointing to them."

Meng Chuan said.

Although Trump has an eccentric personality and is capable of anything, he is not without his own quirks.

However, he was quite shrewd and always handled things meticulously.

"We'll talk when you get back. I'm already waiting for you."

Prince Fu paused, then instructed:

"Just in case, proceed at full speed and don't waste any time."

Before receiving Meng Chuan, Prince Fu was still worried.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Chuan turned to look at the cockpit, where Ying Die was intently controlling the control panel.

The ship moved smoothly in her hands, as if it were sailing on flat ground.

Zhan Qi and Lao Liu were cleaning up the corpses on the deck, occasionally bending down to pick up the throwing knives that Meng Chuan had thrown.

He carefully wiped it clean with a cloth and put it back in the box—it was Meng Chuan's treasure, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Unbeknownst to Meng Chuan, at this very moment, in a command center on the other side of the ocean...

Trump was furious as he stared at the trajectory graph on the screen.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

He pointed to the red dot on the screen representing the destroyer, which had crossed the territorial sea line:

"Weren't you saying it was a sure thing? Why are you only telling me now that the interception failed?"

The aide beside him explained nervously:

“When we first detected the commotion, we thought it was just a small-scale conflict, and you said we should wait until the situation became clearer before taking action…”

"Shut up!"

Trump interrupted him, slamming his hand on the table:

"Send the navy out immediately! Intercept them in international waters! With such a huge commotion, they've made it known to everyone. It's perfectly reasonable for us to send troops. Even if Meng Chuan finds out, he won't be able to find fault!"

Actually, from the moment Meng Chuan fled in his speedboat.

The navy detected it.

After all, even the helicopter was shot down.

But Trump believed that Meng Chuan could not escape his grasp.

They kept it under wraps, preventing the navy from deploying.

The nature of the situation changed because of official intervention.

When mercenaries are involved, it can be described as a terrorist attack or a gang fight afterward.

But once the authorities intervene, Meng Chuan will have a legitimate reason to settle accounts with him.

Trump is still quite wary of Meng Chuan.

It was only because of Trump's pressure that Meng Chuan only realized what was happening now, after his destroyer had already left the territorial waters.

Even the destroyer couldn't stop Meng Chuan.

Instead, Meng Chuan hijacked their ship and escaped.

The chief of staff dared not say anything more and hurriedly turned to relay the order.

On the sea, several US warships quickly changed course.

They chased after the destroyer where Meng Chuan was, and the target on the radar screen was getting closer and closer.

Meanwhile, Meng Chuan and his group had already arrived at the coordinates in international waters.

A huge cruise ship, like a moving castle, is quietly anchored on the sea.

The ship was brightly lit, making it look like a lonely island in the dark sea.

"It's Prince Fu's ship."

Shadow Butterfly pointed ahead and slowly reduced the destroyer's speed.

Meng Chuan nodded and said to Lao Liu and Zhan Qi:

"You guys deal with the destroyer first, sink it, and don't leave any trace. Shadow Butterfly and I will go on the cruise ship first."

The two accepted the order, and Meng Chuan led Ying Die onto the cruise ship via the suspension stairs.

Prince Fu was already waiting on the deck. When he saw Meng Chuan, his face showed little relief, but rather even greater worry.

"There's a helipad on the cruise ship. You go first. Radar detects that the navy is rapidly approaching."

Meng Chuan frowned slightly.

Even after reaching international waters, Trump still hasn't given up.

Led by Yingdie, Meng Chuan immediately boarded the top deck of the cruise ship.

A small helicopter is parked here.

"Shadow Butterfly, you really know how to operate this thing?"

Meng Chuan asked somewhat uncertainly.

Yingdie glanced at the small helicopter and raised an eyebrow, saying:

"I've said it before, there's no mode of transportation I can't use except for high-speed rail."

Yingdie boarded the plane first and sat in the pilot's seat.

Meng Chuan hurriedly followed.

Prince Fu hurried over:

"Shadow Butterfly, you go first, but try to fly low and avoid radar. I'll hold them off here. My cruise ship has all the proper paperwork, so they won't be able to find me or do anything to me."

Very low-altitude flight requires a high level of skill from the pilot.

Moreover, it also carries certain risks.

However, it can effectively evade radar detection.

Prince Fu's biggest fear was that the helicopter would be detected by the navy's radar.

If he were shot down, Meng Chuan would die a very unjust death.

No matter how powerful Meng Chuan was, he could never have survived the plane crash.

Meng Chuan did not hesitate; he knew this was not the time for politeness.

"Take care of yourself."

"rest assured."

Prince Fu waved his hand:

"Once you get to the South China Sea, someone will meet you."

Meng Chuan and Ying Die walked quickly to the helipad. Ying Die skillfully checked all the helicopter's instruments and started the engine.

The sound of the rotors spinning grew louder and louder.

The helicopter slowly took off and then flew towards the South China Sea.

Always stay at a low altitude and avoid radar detection as much as possible.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Meng Chuan looked at Ying Die's profile as she focused on operating the controls, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Yingdie wasn't exaggerating.

Aside from high-speed rail, there's probably no mode of transportation she can't drive.

It seems I'll have to learn it myself if I have the chance in the future.

With Meng Chuan's photographic memory, learning to fly a plane shouldn't be too difficult for him.

Of course, besides airplanes, there were also some firearms.

As the saying goes, having many skills is never a burden.

Throwing knives are good, but they can't make someone like Lao Liu shoot down a plane with a single shot.

The helicopter flew at low altitude over the sea for more than an hour before finally entering the South China Sea.

Following the coordinates given by Prince Fu, they landed on a beach on a deserted island.

As soon as we landed, we saw a huge fishing boat moored on the shallows not far away.

Upon seeing the helicopter, the people on the boat immediately launched their small boat.

"It's one of our own."

Yingdie recognized the code from the people on the small boat and said it to Meng Chuan.

The two boarded a small boat and then a fishing boat.

Once on the fishing boat, Meng Chuan discovered that the captain was none other than Zhong Bo.

The leader of the Dark Hall is primarily responsible for intelligence gathering.

To protect Liu Qian, he once worked as a cleaner at the county's No. 1 Middle School.

Now I work as a cleaner at Fu-Hsing University.

Upon seeing Meng Chuan, Uncle Zhong hurriedly bowed:

"Master, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

Meng Chuan nodded:

"You've worked hard, go back now! Qian'er must be getting impatient."