On the wharf, Yang Dong and others clashed with the people who came to charge the people of the Fishery Association, the two sides fought directly together, these people from the Fishery Association, except for the pock-faced man and another middle-aged, the rest of the people are all gangsters who have been hired for a long time, and the role of existence is to deter the fishermen in the port, and there are usually no less conflicts with the fishermen, who can be called veterans of street fighting, and they are not scared at all when they fight, and they are extremely ruthless, but the people on Yang Dong's side are not soft persimmons, so after this fight, neither side ran away, but intensified。

A minute later, the black-faced middle-aged man was pressed by Yang Dong on the pole of the street lamp, and he punched him four or five times in a row, causing a long nosebleed.

'Bang!'

The black-faced man seized the vacancy, kicked Yang Dong away, and then rushed to the side of a fishing boat that was unloading the cargo in two steps, stretched out his hand and picked up the sharp fish knife next to the cargo box, and turned his head and ran back: "Damn, this group of B is really fucking not knowing how thick the sky is, they will all fucking beat me to death! After dying, throw it directly into the sea to feed the sharks!"

"Dongzi, be careful!" Just two punches knocked down an opposing Arhat, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the black-faced middle-aged man rushing towards Yang Dong with a fish knife in his hand, kicking away a person in front of him, killing from the oblique stab, and punching the black-faced middle-aged man.

"Fuck your mother!" The black-faced middle-aged man vaguely saw a figure rushing towards him, and his backhand was a knife.

"Stomp!"

Luo Han, who had been on guard against this knife, dodged sideways, hit down with an elbow, and smashed it brutally on the side cheek of the black-faced middle-aged man, who was hit by this, and felt a roar in his brain, and his footsteps began to stumble unconsciously.

"Bang!"

Taking advantage of the moment when the black-faced middle-aged man was in a trance, Yang Dong stepped forward, grabbed the back of the fish knife in his hand with his left hand, and punched the black-faced middle-aged man with his right hand again, directly snatching the fish knife in his hand, and the black-faced middle-aged man took this punch, and took a few steps back again, and was tripped by the cable on the bollard on the shore under his feet, and his body leaned back and fell directly to the bottom of the steps.

"Plop!"

With the ripples, the black-faced middle-aged man plunged into the sea, choked on several mouthfuls of salty seawater in a row, and began to flutter constantly.

"Don't you want money, come, I'll give it to you!" After Yang Dong beat the black-faced middle-aged man into the sea, he held a slender and narrow fish knife in his hand, and stabbed a young man's buttocks.

At the same time, Liu Yue, Zhang Ao and others also picked up a few shovels, harpoons and other tools from the unloading point next to them, and began to greet the crowd continuously.

"Crackle!"

Huang Doudou held an electric fish stick more than two meters long in his hand, and after reaching out and poking over a partner, Zhang Ao also rushed up from the side and began to slam the shovel at the crowd: "Come on, you, don't you want to clear us out of the dock!

"Hulala!"

When the group of people on the opposite side got out of the car before, they came to collect fees, so they didn't have a murder weapon on their bodies at all, and at this moment, they were greeted by Huang Doudou and them with various weapons, and they broke up when they landed, and then they were chased by Yang Dong and they ran all over the street.

"Whoa!"

At the same time, the black-faced middle-aged man who was kicked into the sea by Yang Dong was very embarrassed to climb to the shore with a rope used by a fishing boat to anchor, saw a group of people who had broken up on his side, and looked at the pock-faced man who was chased and beaten by Lin Tianchi, and suddenly howled in his throat: "Hao Mazi, why don't you go back to the car to get a gun, and wait there for the Queen Mother to come down to save you?"

"Brush!"

In the crowd, the pock-faced man who had already smashed a big bag of wood with Lin Tianchi heard a shout from his companion, turned around as if he had just woken up from a dream, and ran in the direction where he parked.

"Stop him, man!" Yang Dong heard the black-faced middle-aged man call the pock-faced man to go back to the car to get a gun, and immediately stretched out his hand and pointed to him, although Yang Dong and Luohan had just been involved in fishing, but after all, they had also lived in the coastal city for so many years, so they still heard of the fierceness of the fishing tyrant, so over the years, in order to compete for the sea resources that can generate huge profits, there have been countless social bastards in the city who have died for this, so Yang Dong has no doubt that this group of people who dare to come to the port to collect fees publicly will lack the courage to shoot.

"Stomp!"

Luo Han, who was chasing the rest of the people, heard Yang Dong's shout, and immediately threw off his two long legs and chased after the pock-faced man, and for a while, all six people on Yang Dong's side began to converge towards him.

"Brush!"

The pock-faced man in front heard the footsteps behind him, turned his head to look at the group of people gathered around him, buried his head and quickened his pace, and secretly swore in his heart that as long as he got the gun, he would definitely collapse these big fools.

"Bang dang!"

Five seconds later, the pock-faced man ran to the side of the car, reached out and pulled the car door, and picked up the briefcase containing a Browning pistol in the car.

After holding the briefcase in his hand, the pock-faced man was at the bottom of his heart, and he turned around to pull out his gun.

"Bang!"

At the same time, Yang Dong, who was the first to rush to his side, raised his foot and kicked the pock-faced man's head very roughly.

"Boom!"

Yang Dong stepped down, and the pock-faced man's head was like a leather ball, hitting a pit on the body of the car, and he directly rolled his eyes and lay on the ground.

"Damn, don't you have a gun!" Luo Han, who arrived later, stomped on the wrist of the pock-faced man again, kicked the briefcase in his hand and kicked it off, and Yang Dong and Lin Tianchi kicked around the pock-faced man.

"Buzz!"

At the same time that Yang Dong and the others were ravaging wildly according to the pock-faced man, there was a roar of engines on the street again, and then a Range Rover with two domineering vehicles stopped rudely on the side of the street.

"Bang dang!"

The door of the car opened, and a middle-aged man in a mink coat, about forty years old, with more than a dozen strong men with unusually strong figures, gathered directly towards everyone.

"Fuck you, stop the fuck!" a strong man roared as the crowd approached.

"Brush!"

Hearing this voice, the eyes of everyone present turned to that side.

"Brother Gu, these blood biao are going to rebel!" The pockmarked man with swollen cheeks roared as much as he could when he saw the middle-aged mink present, as if he had seen a savior.

Hearing the pock-faced man's name to the person who came, Yang Dong suddenly frowned, it seems that this person, Bacheng, is Gu Baomin, the president of the Folk Fishery Association in the mouth of the pock-faced man.

Fishing is a very dangerous industry, because the ship has to leave the land, so the only thing the crew can rely on is the vagaries of nature.

People who rely on the sea to eat, believe in the sea, rely on the sea, but no one knows when the goddess of the sea who brought them profits and food and clothing will suddenly change her face and swallow your ship in an instant, let alone know at what moment the seemingly gentle sea breeze will frantically sweep up the wind and waves that swallow people.

Therefore, the seafarer industry earns real money.

In addition to relying on the sky to eat, due to the long time away from the coastline life, but also let the crew members somewhat depressed, in their eyes, a narrow world on a ship, is already a world, the people on the ship, enough to form a human world.

There is nothing but the endless sea and the sound of the waves in their ears all day and night, except for the deck that never ceases to shake.

This environment is undoubtedly oppressive.

With the mountain D distant-water fishing vessel "L Rongyu 2682" that once shocked the whole country For example, when the seafarers on the fishing boat were far away in the waters of a foreign country, because of excessive labor intensity and low income, they gradually became psychologically dissatisfied, and in the oppressive environment, there was a distortion of human nature, a group of people who should have relied on each other, from the initial isolation, gradually began to form gangs, and eventually infighting, until the situation got out of control, more than 30 seafarers launched a frenzied killing among each other, and on the fishing boat at that time, a suspicion, a look, may lead to a bloody case.

No one knows whether this tragedy was due to extreme bad circumstances or human nature, but in that kind of environment far away from secular constraints and without moral and legal constraints, the endless sea is definitely one of the triggers for the release of the ugliness in human nature.

By the time the vessel was finally towed back to Hong Kong by our fishery administration vessel, 22 of the 33 seafarers on board had been brutally killed, and of the remaining 11 people, after a trial that lasted for two years, 5 of them were severely punished and 6 were sentenced to death.

When they killed the first person, they didn't even think much about what to do, because no one would be surprised if a fishing boat encountered a storm or an accident while dragging fish, and occasionally one person died, just like a car on land with a flat tire.

A participant in an ocean-going murder once described the murder on a ship, saying that killing people on a ship is very simple, pushing a person to the deck, using a fish knife, pushing into the sea, and before the shark comes, the person who falls is gone.

When most of us live a life of conformity, thinking that others will not deviate from the norm even if they do not live as well as we do, we only think that in ordinary life, good is the norm, and evil is just mediocre evil.

However, in the endless sea, our view of right and wrong needs to be greatly revised, because the laws of survival on land do not apply to the ocean.

The "L Rongyu" tragedy is not an isolated case, it is just a simple and almost straightforward microcosm of the many dark sides on the horizon, on the sea, the primitive instinct and inferior nature of human beings seem to be exposed more obviously, more unscrupulous, and the law of the jungle has become the truth in the true sense.

Before the fishermen boarded the boat, the things they needed to prepare were very simple, only food, water and cigarettes, especially cigarettes, which were dozens or hundreds, and the fishermen and seafarers smoked, and generally did not smoke too badly, because everyone said that when they went to sea, they didn't know if they could come back, so they couldn't be short-mouthed.

More than seventy percent of the world's sailors and fishermen have the habit of eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and they are generous, because the money in their hands is only called money when they are spent, but when they are in the sea, it is paper.

When they said these words, they looked extremely free, as if they were used to seeing life and death.

Are they really not afraid of death? I think that people are afraid of death, and they must be afraid of it too.

It's just that compared with the high salary, the fear of death will always be a little indifferent.

Fishermen, seafarers.

Eat by the sky, and eat by life.

For those who are likely to get on the boat today and die tomorrow, living happily is the most important thing at the moment.

Even the fishermen who work hard to make a living are still so strong, so the Hong Kong bandits and fishermen who can surpass them and the bastards who watch the sea must have more thunderous means.

The bastards in the city are generally reluctant to deal with these Hong Kong bandits and fishing tyrants, because the interests of the two sides are different, and the economic resources are not conflicting, and there is no intersection on weekdays, but in addition, it is definitely not unrelated to the ruthlessness and viciousness in the bones of these Hong Kong bandits and fishing tyrants.

Gu Baomin is a leader who stands out from the fishermen, although he was born as an inland sea fisherman, far less fierce than the ocean-going crew, but he can go from a low-level handyman who collects nets and cuts fish to today, he definitely does not rely on luck.