In the midst of the storm, the fishing boat in which Jeffrey and others were riding was dying on the waves.

Just fifteen minutes ago, the engine of the old fishing boat stopped running under the storm.

This fishing boat has become a living coffin perched on the surface of the sea.

And at this moment,

"Help, help...... We are Indonesian fishing vessels...... Our ship broke down and is now stuck in a storm...... Our coordinates ......" a crew member pinned himself in a corner, sending out distress signals over and over again, but no one responded.

The crew dropped the communicator and shrunk to the side, weeping.

What kind of liar am I?

Who has nothing to eat enough to enter the storm area on such a stormy day?

No one!

This kind of storm, not to mention ordinary rescue ships, even aircraft carriers dare not come in!

No one will come to their rescue, no one!

At this moment, they heard the channel, and finally someone responded.

"This is the Chinese research ship Zhongjun, please report your coordinates. ”

The crew hurriedly reported their coordinates.

On the other side, Wang Guanshan frowned.

Responding to other people's distress signals is just his instinct.

In his past career at sea, he also knows how many times he has been involved in rescues.

But after hearing the coordinates of the other party, Wang Guanshan also hesitated.

He looked to the side at the forecast map provided by the typhoon monitoring center.

According to the forecast of the typhoon center, the coordinates of the other party will be swept into the typhoon center more than two hours later.

It is said that the center of a typhoon is actually calm.

This may be true, but in the center of typhoons, there are often devastating and terrifying cyclones, waterspouts.

Under such extreme winds, it is not uncommon for schools of fish, marine life, and even boats to be swept into the sky, and then there will be news of "rain of fish" somewhere.

Wang Guanshan shook his head helplessly.

"Captain, serious fishing boats, they have already gone back at this time, and if they are still wandering around the storm at this time, there must be a problem...... next to him, the first mate whispered.

"Yes, it's either illegal fishing or pirates!"

Wang Guanshan shook his head and said, "Now is not the time to think about this......

But...... The position of the other party was too dangerous, and Wang Guanshan couldn't let his crew get into danger.

"I'm sorry, you're too far away, I'm afraid we can't ......," Wang Guanshan responded.

Although the other party is not a fishing boat from his own country, this feeling of helplessness is really unpleasant.

After all, being above the sea, no one knows what danger they will encounter in the next moment and who they will turn to for help.

As the one who is asking for help, I am afraid that no matter what nationality the other party is, they will lend a hand......

Then, he heard Gu Xiaobai next to him say: "Actually, you can go to the rescue." ”

Wang Guanshan was stunned: "But the trajectory of the typhoon ......"

"They were wrong. Gu Xiaobai stretched out his hand and pointed to the forecast map next to him: "In about twenty minutes, the typhoon will turn to the left front, and their coordinates will only be wiped a little bit, which is not too dangerous, and it should be no problem for Zhong Jun." ”

The Zhongjun itself is a catamaran, with perfect stability devices and extremely fast speed, which are advantages in the wind and waves.

Wang Guanshan glared at Gu Xiaobai, he wanted to refute that the typhoon was unpredictable, and no one could 100% predict the trajectory of the typhoon, but thinking of Gu Xiaobai's "command" who seemed to be able to control the entire ocean, he couldn't say this.

Perhaps, others cannot predict the trajectory of typhoons, but ...... I'm afraid Gu Xiaobai can really do it.

This child, evil door!

But above the sea, Wang Guanshan still didn't dare to be careless, he looked left and right, and said, "Let's vote, go or not?"

Jiang Wei is Gu Xiaobai's staunchest supporter, even if Gu Xiaobai asks him to rush towards the sword mountain and the sea of fire, he won't blink his eyes, and directly said: "Go!"

Several other bodyguards looked left and right, and basically chose to support Xiaobai.

"I believe Xiaobai ......," Pan Guoxiang said.

"Actually, we want to try it too. ”

"Me too. ”

A group of people, even without any objections.

In fact, Wang Guanshan also wants to try it.

Seeing death or not saving is not his style.

And they are really willing to believe Gu Xiaobai!

Hundreds of nautical miles away, on the fishing boat, several desperate sailors had surrounded Jeffrey and Subianto.

"It's all your fault!"

"It's all your fault for chasing that whale!"

"Heaven must be punishing us!"

"Kill them!"

"Throw them into the sea!"

Frightened and desperate, Jeffrey argued, "Don't, I'll give you money, I'll give you money!"

"Keep your stinky money and use it in hell!"

"Kill them!"

"Hit!"

After a chaotic fist, the two of them suddenly had blue noses and swollen faces, and their skin was open.

At this moment, a voice came:

"Hold on, we're coming! Expect to arrive at your location in an hour and a half!"

On the fishing boat, it was quiet for a few seconds.

Then cheers erupted.

The transition from despair to hope is so fast.

On the Zhong Jun, Wang Guanshan commanded the ship to turn.

Now that the decision has been made, there is no longer any hesitation.

The diesel engine of the Zhongjun is slowly increasing the output, and the Zhongjun is speeding up, speeding up!

The outstretched rudder pressed the hull of the ship beneath the water, splitting the waves and sailing into the distance.

Gu Xiaobai sat in the cabin, closed his eyes, listened to the music from the storm and the sea, and directed the Zhong Jun to adjust its direction.

The Zhong Jun seemed to have found one wind and wave interval after another on the sea, walking in a "zigzag" shape, all the way to the distance.

Hey, how does it feel like you're dancing?

"Move the big time?" Listening to the music from the sea, Gu Xiaobai felt a little uncontrollable.

He walked over to the DJ booth...... No, in front of the console of the hydroacoustic system.

Press with both hands.

In the next second, a strong rhythm erupted.

"Knock ......"

"Hey, cheer up!" Wang Guanshan shook his arms like a non-mainstream teenager.

I, Wang Guanshan, am middle-aged in the boat!

Hit the money!

When I get back, I'll be sure to fill our boat with LED lights!

Ghost Fire Running Boat! Cool!

At this moment, I don't know how many water listening stations are monitoring the data of the storm and recording its sound data.

In Japan, a researcher noticed something wrong with the data, put on headphones, and then stared wide, "What?"

"What's wrong?" someone next to him looked at him in confusion.

"Someone is moving in the storm!"

Next to his colleague: "????"

Is this kid crazy?

On the sea, in the midst of the storm, the Zhong Jun moved all the way and rushed towards the fishing boat.

Twenty minutes later, the storm turned as promised.

Wang Guanshan glanced at the forecast map, and then turned his head to look at Gu Xiaobai.

The boy is immersed in the movement and can't extricate himself.