Strictly speaking, it’s already the third day since the yacht set sail, and it has turned a corner, entering the Eperlier Strait.
The so-called strait is such that when looking back and forth in two opposite directions, no coastline can be seen, only endless sea.
The situation on the ship is still dire. Up till now, no new enemy has been found. Yesterday, they sent back the data of most people on the ship for verification, but today, at the appointed ti, there was no response from the land.
Initially, they thought the company hadn’t co up with results yet, but after waiting for a while, there was still no response.
It wasn’t until they tried to contact the land that they realized the telegraph was broken.
There are only two telegraphs on the whole ship, and both are broken.
This kind of thing wasn’t within their scope of response at all!
"It must have broken last night. The girl on duty last night is already missing; she might be hiding sowhere."
The one speaking was the first officer, that foul-mouthed guy who revealed himself because he lost money gambling, whom he ended up killing.
His expression wasn’t good either. After scanning several tis and just when everyone thought they might be over-sensitive, those infiltrators slapped them in the face.
"Now our choices are limited."
The first officer looked at the captain. At this point, the best option would be to dock and thoroughly check all the crew mbers.
Find any excuse, such as boat maintenance, refueling, or replenishing supplies, anything would work, and it’s currently the best choice.
But the captain still didn’t speak, his face gloomy, the pipe in his mouth and his mustache trembling at the sa frequency.
Other core crew mbers looked to the first officer for help. With the atmosphere on board so tense, they were uneasy too, feeling great ntal pressure.
If they could dock now, it would clearly be much better.
Just as the first officer was about to speak, the captain finally spoke.
"We can’t dock."
He imdiately dismissed the possibility of this suggestion and then explained the situation, "Yesterday, before the telegraph broke down, the chairman told , in Bupen, soone is making a big move shorting Every Mont."
"He suspects those targeting us and those making a short move in Bupen are working together; their intention might not be purely for loot, but possibly to create news."
"As soon as we dock, the company’s stock will plumt. You know very well what kind of person the chairman is."
"Before ending the communication yesterday, the chairman said he would arrange for so people to co and assist us. We just need to hold on until we reach Mariluo."
As the captain spoke, he forced an unpleasant smile, "What we really need to do now, besides finding those hidden bastards, is to speed up."
"The originally planned fifteen-day voyage will now be halved."
The news of Bupen’s large-scale shorting of Every Mont can’t be concealed in any way. Large-scale shorting must involve the exchange’s cooperation; the traders at the exchange, upon getting the news, have no obligation to keep it secret, and they will leak it, making everyone aware.
Moreover, such an obvious shorting event would be discovered even without leaks.
This has made Every Mont’s board of directors beco paranoid, having no choice but to link the short powers in Bupen with the current situation on the yacht.
Fortunately, a yacht is a yacht, not a speedboat; you can’t just reach out to climb aboard. As long as no one inside creates a flaw, no one can climb aboard while it’s sailing.
The response thod is such, accelerate the voyage, and maintain strict defense.
The first officer nodded after listening, indicating compliance with the board’s decision.
The chairman’s brother is the major warlord behind Every Mont. These brothers are not honest people; the number of people they’ve directly or indirectly killed surpasses five figures, perhaps even six.
Defy the chairman’s orders?
As soon as they disembark, their lives would likely be lost.
The captain, seeing no other objections, sighed slightly.
He took the pipe out of his mouth and held it in his hand, "I know everyone is under a lot of pressure right now, but it’s okay; in at most five days, we will reach Mariluo, and people there are already sent to welco us."
"Perhaps in three or four days, they will arrive, and then we will be safe."
The first officer nodded, then asked, "What about the patrol boats behind us?"
The captain responded almost without hesitation, "Shake them off; at this ti, no one can be trusted."
Accelerating the yacht’s voyage is not so easily noticed by people. Without a reference, no one knows whether the current speed of the yacht is faster or slower than before.
Other than a slight initial jolt, people quickly adapted to this speed.
The unsettling atmosphere on board gradually began affecting others. So guests seed to be inquiring if anything had happened, and so who realized there was a problem no longer casually left their cabins.
Indeed, this is the best course of action. Were it not for the fact that these people hold unusual statuses, being either wealthy or in power, the captain would genuinely consider having them all confined to their rooms.
At least this way, it would be easier to identify who is an ally and who is an enemy.
At night, the people who had been tense all day locked their doors and fell into rest, the captain stayed up until one o’clock before he couldn’t resist going to sleep.
A crew mber stayed on guard in the captain’s room.
In the early hours, around three o’clock, a crew mber who had been sleeping for a while suddenly opened his eyes. He stretched and stood up, walked to the helm, and naturally took the wheel from another crew mber’s hands.
"I’ve had enough rest, you go take a nap," he said with a smile.
The other crew mber didn’t think much, nodded, yawned, and walked to the hammock beside him, soon falling asleep.
The yacht that was rapidly advancing began to gradually deviate from the course.
On the fourth day, accurately speaking it was the fifth day, the atmosphere among the staff on board had improved a bit, making so people secretly sigh with relief.
If nothing goes wrong, it will just be people’s wild imaginations.
But once sothing goes wrong, it becos doomsday Every Mont.
Everyone is gambling.
The journey that should have been filled with laughter suddenly beca less enjoyable, and everyone anxiously awaited the judgnt of the future.
On the fifth day, nothing happened.
On the sixth day, problems arose.
"We are not on the scheduled course."
In the captain’s room, the captain communicated this issue alone with the lieutenant with a grim expression, "I don’t know who tampered with it, we have deviated from the original route, but I’m not sure by how much."
The lieutenant frowned deeply, "So what do we do now?"
The captain’s expression was very serious, and it was a good while before he said, "I’ve adjusted so plans, we will continue to sail due north, hoping that our deviation isn’t that much..."
anwhile, after three days and nights of travel, the Senior Soldier led two action teams across the abdon of the Federation, from the East Coast to the West Coast.
He didn’t blindly chase the yacht in action but arrived in advance at a supply point on the yacht’s itinerary.
No matter what happened on the yacht, it always needs supplies, and as long as it resupplies, it must co here.
The Senior Soldier had people rent two speedboats, and everyone was ready.
"They’ll arrive here as early as afternoon, and at the latest tomorrow, always be ready for battle, understand?"
The Senior Soldier, who had taken off his formal wear and put on combat gear, felt particularly comfortable, this is real life!
He thought so, looking at the young n full of spirit, his face also full of smiles.
But this wait turned out to be in vain for a whole day.
Until noon the next day, they still didn’t wait for the luxurious yacht Every Mont.
That was a luxury yacht, not a small yacht. How could it be missed? That thing is like a Congress Building floating on the sea, it couldn’t be missed.
This also made the Senior Soldier and the soldiers realize that the ship was missing!
The news soon reached Mr. Truman’s desk, he was the "Mr. T" Lynch referred to, and he was quite surprised to know that the yacht was missing.
He inquired with the mariti police, and soon the mariti police told Mr. Truman that a few days ago the yacht suddenly accelerated and sailed overnight to the outside sea area.
The mariti police’s boats are speedboats, they’re fine within the continental shelf area, but once leaving the inshore, the outer sea poses a risk of capsizing.
Considering safety issues, they didn’t continue following, nor did they report this news to higher-level departnts.
People choose which route to take, how to go, how fast to go, it’s their own will, the mariti police follow just to express respect for the wealthy, they’re not really that committed.
This also led to this important news being disclosed only now, in other words, the yacht might no longer be in its itinerary’s sea area.
This is troubleso!
After knowing the news, the Senior Soldier suddenly felt a bit helpless, if Lynch had an accident, many things would beco uncontrollable.
As the first beneficiary of the Lynch Group, he imdiately began to contact various forces to figure out a way to find Lynch.
At this mont, a small mariti policeman who was scolded by his boss, after getting drunk, made a call to a reporter.
Mariti police often have to catch smuggling and sneaking, they have a pretty good relationship with the dia, sotis selling so news material to supplent their household inco.
The boss deducted his bonus because he didn’t report the yacht accelerating to the outer sea in ti, and suspended his job for a while, this enraged him.
Not long after, a reporter arrived at the bar, paid the bar fees for the small mariti policeman, and bought this earth-shattering news for five hundred dollars from him.
And the next day, the headline of the Federal Tis published this news.
"Hundreds of billionaires missing at sea, Every Mont may be held accountable!"
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