The shooting incident last night involved two compatriots. Lao Ye subconsciously paid attention, but he never thought that the protagonist would appear in front of him. He added: "There are experts on social media who have analyzed that you always have a way out wherever you go.

Prepare vehicles, clothes, documents, disguises, safe houses, and escape routes in advance..."

"My employer's dad supports me to study abroad, but he doesn't recognize me as his godson." Ye Te hastily wiped the gun and quickly assembled it, "Second uncle, can you give me an accurate answer? I won't earn much time if I run away for a night.

I really want to interview you, there are plenty of opportunities when you sail on a boat."

"Deal!" Old Ye handed over the Magnum Eagle, "This is a gift from the governor, keep it well."

Ye Te stood up and took the gun and said, "Then, can we sail the ship? Captain." Old Ye actually smiled, clapped his hands and said, "Okay! Come on, eldest nephew. Before setting sail, get to know this ship. It's yours."

This is your new home."

"It's more likely to be my coffin." Ye Te smiled reluctantly, "Anyway, thank you very much." You can't call me second uncle anymore. You have to cut off your emotions for a famous person who may die in your hands. In fact, calling him second uncle is also the same.

A spoof. It is jokingly said on the Internet that because of Wu Dalang, Lu people in charge of the road respectfully call him "Second Brother" instead of "Eldest Brother", and "Second Uncle" is an extended application. Therefore, Lao Ye said that "there is only this little sense of humor left."

"look by youself."

You don’t need to visit this boat to get to know it. There is an electronic manual. Lao Ye switched the TV mode, brought up the 3D picture of the yacht, and happily set off on the boat.

A catamaran yacht with a standard displacement of more than 60 tons. It is worthy of being a wealthy boat. It is specially customized and full of high technology. From driving to enjoyment, everything is intelligent. Even the toilet can adjust the heating and cooling according to the temperature. It is a mobile mansion. The cost per square meter

, probably more expensive than the sky-high villas in Hong Kong and Kowloon. It is driven by two diesel engines and has a luxury of 3,000 horsepower. As long as you are willing, it can easily hit thirty knots. The hull made of high-end composite materials is as strong as a warship.

After reading the electronic manual with explanation for a few minutes, not only did the boat not start, but the sound of starting the machine was not heard. Ye Te walked to the bridge cautiously and deliberately stomped his steps.

"The host will be parked for three days...or five days?"

Old Ye was tinkering in front of the bridge and said without raising his head: "I don't remember. Check the equipment and start the backup car. Do you know Hemingway? I copied his method of death and prepared a patent fee for his descendants."

"Well... no wonder there is so much wine."

Yate hated literary works and had heard gossip about Hemingway. He could imagine a lonely old drunkard plotting to swallow a gun on a boat.

Although the winter in Los Angeles is relatively warm, the lowest temperature at night is 10 degrees Celsius, and the highest temperature during the day is less than 20 degrees Celsius. The main engine was shut down for a few days, and it was necessary to test and prepare the car. First, the preheating was started and it could not run. Yete grew up by the sea.

He has served in the sea and land for five years and has driven many kinds of ships. He is relatively familiar with ships. Lao Ye explained it well, and he was a little embarrassed. His tense nerves did not relax and he was on guard.

It's a child's play deal, with no trust at all between the two parties, even if one wants to die and the other is looking for death.

"This is the route to take."

"Um!"

"This is to switch to intelligent driving. If you fall asleep, you don't have to worry about hitting the Titanic."

"Um!"

"The test is completed and everything is normal. Now start preparing the car, it will only take two minutes."

Lao Ye explained the functions of the bridge, stood up and said, "Follow me, there is a special exit on the ship." After saying that, he walked into the master bedroom. He lifted up the carpet in front of the bed and pressed the hidden button on the side. The floor slowly opened, revealing

There is a fifty centimeter square opening with a net bag underneath and sea water below it. The location should be in the depression between the two hulls. It can hide people or objects, and can also be used as a diving port or escape hatch. The instructions do not introduce it.

"Thank you, I like this outlet." Ye Te knew that Lao Ye expressed his unreserved expression and sincerely thanked him.

Closing the floor, Lao Ye glanced at his bare feet and said, "I think you need this." He pulled out a huge backpack from under the bed. It was in light blue camouflage, the "Smurf" that laymen complained about, and was unique in the world.

Military camouflage color. Needless to say, domestic navy military product.

The familiar colors were like meeting an old friend again. Yete's eyes lit up, and he knelt down and opened the zipper of his backpack.

Brown military boots, digital camouflage uniforms, Kevlar helmets, body armor, tactical vests, daggers, belts, diving watches, goggles, knee pads, elbow pads, shade protectors, gloves, socks, underwear, etc., etc., etc., missing

A Type 95 rifle, a complete set of standard combat equipment of the Marine Corps.

Staring at the red and yellow five-star flag, Yete tried on his boots, threw away the blanket on his body, picked up his backpack and went into the bathroom. After a cigarette, he came out of the bathroom, wearing a helmet and training uniform, and two pistols inserted into his tactical vest.

. But I saw Lao Ye lying on the ground and taking a nap, his head resting on a wine bottle. Wine is everywhere on the ship.

"well……"

Before, Lao Ye didn't think much about the pain of losing his son. Instead, he judged it to be a "pseudo-suicide." At this time, he realized that he had indeed met a heartbroken father. Ye Te sighed and patted Lao Ye and shouted: "

Wake up, the car is ready, the boat is sailing, wake up..."

"Ah...Xiaoshan, you're not dead...Ah, you...are dressed!"

Lao Ye fell asleep and recognized the wrong person. He screamed a few times and stood up with the bottle of wine. He unscrewed the bottle cap and poured a few sips of wine into his mouth. Ye Te frowned and said: "Hey, you drink so much, why are you still here?"

Ok?"

"What does it mean?" Lao Ye rolled his eyes drunkenly, "The old captain teaches you the first lesson. Remember the words of Magellan, the pioneer of navigation, a good sailor is not made from sea water, but from whiskey." Step away.

A staggering step.

Ye Te put his left hand on his shoulder and said: "When Lao Mai died in the Philippines, whiskey was still the exclusive drink of the monastery." Lao Ye sneered: "Ha, are you showing off your knowledge in front of me? Don't ask, second uncle, I am domestic and foreign

Doctors and professors from more than a dozen universities, you know nothing, get out of the way!" He broke away from the support, stumbled towards the bridge with a wine bottle in his hand, "The ship is sailing... iamsailing, iamsailing, homeagain'crossthesea (I'm sailing, I'm sailing)

Sailing, crossing the ocean, returning home)..." Singing as he walked, his hoarse singing voice sounded like a broken gong. He looked like an old naughty boy, but how could he look like a suicide?

At 9:12 in the morning, the catamaran set off.

Yete adjusted the diving watch he just put on his wrist and set the time with the classical wall clock in the guest cabin. The wealthy ship was extremely soundproofed, and the roar of the machine could hardly be heard. There was only a slight vibration on the soles of the feet. This was not a good thing. Last night there was a fierce fight and gunfight, and then he escaped.

After more than ten hours of swimming and more than ten kilometers of swimming, my physical fitness reached the critical point of exhaustion. It was foreseeable that I would have to lie down after a comfortable voyage.

"Food and fresh water will last for half a month, no problem."

Lao Ye took a sip of the strong coffee that Ye Te handed over, looked at Ye Te with sharp eyes and said: "If you maintain an economical cruise of about ten knots, the fuel will be enough to drive to Colombia without using a sail. When you are tired, you can switch to smart driving. It is not difficult to drive alone.

"?" The meaning of these words is, kill me immediately and don't have to watch out for anyone.

"I like highways and hate economy cruising." Ye Tezhuang didn't understand.

"Okay, you are the master and you have the final say!" Lao Ye breathed a sigh of relief, half regretful and half relieved.

Yete drank coffee one sip after another and leaned against the side of the bridge. He was afraid of falling asleep and did not dare to sit down. The coffee was brewed by his own hands and was as thick as mud.

Since he can't make a move, he might as well take a gamble, this is his idea. After reading the electronic manual, he is confident that he can control the yacht by himself, but sailing is not as simple as knowing how to sail. It is three thousand nautical miles from Long Beach to Colombia, not to mention the climate and ocean currents.

, direction, positioning and other professional technologies, fuel consumption control is a big problem. In order to escape for one's life, the first part of the voyage is destined to be high-speed and consume a lot of fuel. The fuel tank of a small boat of dozens of tons is not enough to support the whole high-speed. The latter part will inevitably rely on sails, and the sail drive is not short.

It takes time to learn, but you will be blind when the time comes. In addition to being a rich man, Lao Ye is also a good sailor. He has sailed around the world many times alone and has been on the cover of a sailing magazine. Three thousand nautical miles is a trivial matter for such an awesome person at the helm. Of course,

He insisted on the deal and not wanting to kill anyone was the main factor. What to do when we get to the destination? We'll talk about it then.

"It's past twenty knots. The fixed speed is twenty-five knots for the first five hundred nautical miles." Lao Ye said.

Ye Ding nodded and raced against time to escape from North America. The two diesel engines were driven at the same time, and the yacht seemed to be flying on the sea.

It was destined to be a voyage with no return. After setting sail, they were trembling with fear. The two of them had their own thoughts and stared at the radar and the sea with wide eyes. Thanks to the Christmas vacation, it was Christmas Eve. On the waterway, they did not encounter the legendary Coast Guard. Others

None of the boats encountered one. After an hour, both of them relaxed.

Lao Ye switched to smart driving, lit a cigar and said: "Hey, nephew, you plan to swim around to the Long Beach Pier and get on the cargo ship, right?"

The high-speed hull turbulence was a little louder, but the noise was still not too loud, and it did not affect the conversation. Ye Te handed over an ashtray and agreed. Old Ye said again: "Well, it is a bit stupid to look far away from the near. However, the more stupid you are, the less likely others will think about it.

, and also avoid the probes at the dock.”

"I just want to take a sea bath." Yete poured himself a third cup of coffee.

"Ha, ha, ha, that's funny!" Lao Ye sneered, "You're swimming in the wrong direction, Brother Bing, do you want to go on vacation to Santa Catalina Island?"

"I, I'm on vacation." Ye Te said bitterly.

Lao Ye lectured: "The undercurrent made you go astray, do you understand? Today, Christmas Eve, there are not many boats going out to sea. Boy, you are really lucky to meet me!"

"Temporarily," Yete said. He was scared to think about his brush with death.

Lao Ye didn't look like he had drunk too much, and he was talking in a lively manner, and said: "Your CSU classmate showed off your achievements on social media, and they were actually better than your employer. Oh, you were in college in China and served as a soldier?

"

Ye Te said: "I didn't take the college entrance examination."

"Oh! My ambition is to be a soldier." Old Ye Xiang discovered the new world with kind eyes. "The military uniform fits very well. It was left by my son. He is thinner than you and you are about the same height. Alas, it is a pity that Mr. Ye is fond of dragons and likes military affairs but not sports.

, stays in the house all day without going out. Give him this boat, and he will use it as a floating residence. Alas, he is a homebody. If he can swim more than ten kilometers at will..."

The catamaran was a birthday gift for his son, and he inadvertently made fun of his son. After talking about it, he choked up.

Yate knew the direction of this topic, so he pretended to be deaf and took out a cigar from the cigar box on the bridge. Sailing is synonymous with loneliness, and chatting can easily kill time. But he was so tired that he could hardly open his eyelids.

But he didn't dare to lie down before Lao Ye.

"What do you want to eat for lunch? There are dumplings and noodles." Lao Ye collected his thoughts and showed concern.

Ye Te replied indifferently: "I have eaten."

"Gululu..." Lao Ye was annoyed and grabbed a few more sips from the wine bottle.

One window was not closed properly, and the sea breeze kept pouring in at the speed of twenty-five knots. The match on the cigar was lit and extinguished in three winds. Yete threw down the cigar and match irritably, and lay tiredly on the window sill, staring at the distant view of the sea and sky.

.

"Like a movie, the ship moves forward and hits the set at the intersection of sea and sky. Everything is fake. I hope..."

"Mitu!"

Old Ye had already seen Ye Te's tiredness. He responded and continued to pour wine into his mouth. He also saw Ye Te's thoughts, adjusted the driver's seat, lay back half-way, covered himself with a blanket and closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!