flstandardbreds Chapter 170 His older sister is indeed his older sister; his life is saved!
Chapter 170 His older sister is indeed his older sister; his life is saved!
The speedboats that Wen Yi assigned were all top-of-the-line speedboats, capable of responding quickly to complex sea conditions, with speeds second only to the Australian Spirit racing boat, which currently holds the world record.
The speedboat sped through the waves, while the other fireboats worked closely together to clear a path for Yan Zhuoyu through the raging flames.
The cruise ship broke into two pieces as it sank rapidly, with black smoke obscuring the sky and flames a terrifying sight.
Meng Yuting gripped the railing tightly. The cruise ship had lost its balance due to the breakage, and the middle part had sunk into the water. The angle of the tilt made him almost hang upside down, and he was struggling to support himself with the strength of his arms.
Pei Weijin above him was also in a difficult situation; the wound on his forearm had reopened due to the tension in his muscles, and blood was flowing down his arm into his sleeve.
Pei Weijin, contrary to his previous taciturn demeanor, shouted to Meng Yuting, "Hang in there a little longer! The impact of falling into the water from this height is too great; it's no different from hitting the ground."
Meng Yuting gritted his teeth and nodded haphazardly.
He doesn't exercise much, but he's very good at mental work. Besides going to work, he spends most of his time at home petting his cat. His biggest form of exercise is having his cat perched on his head.
Now, he is supporting his entire weight with his arms and is already feeling overwhelmed.
"President Pei, step on me. That way you can get some support. I can't hold on much longer. Every one of us who survives is a life we can count on."
The two were wearing tattered life jackets, which had a few holes, but were better than nothing.
Inside, there were two sets of para-aramid fiber bulletproof vests taken from the dead body. Although they could not withstand fire for a long time, they could withstand temperatures of up to 500 degrees Celsius for a short period of time.
Meng Yuting felt that his life was coming to an end, and his grip became looser and looser.
Just then, a suit jacket sleeve suddenly drooped down above his head, just the right height for him to grab and use for leverage.
It belongs to his CEO, Mr. Pei.
Pei Weijin only took off the right half of his clothes, which was just enough to barely hold Meng Yuting. He said succinctly, "Wrap it around your wrist twice and hold on tight."
Meng Yuting's eyes were brimming with tears. Although Pei Weijin usually appeared businesslike and expressionless, he had never abandoned him in crucial moments.
A small flame rekindled in his heart: "No need, I can do it!"
Ivan's cruise ship is extremely luxurious, nearly fifteen stories high. Looking up from the bottom, it feels like being inside a commercial building.
The seawater had already reached a third of the way up, and the sound of a speedboat engine came from the surface.
Meng Yuting stared wide-eyed, straining to look in the direction the sound came from, trying to discern the source.
"President Pei, someone has arrived by boat. Are they here to rescue us?"
Pei Weijin's back was covered in sweat; he had just caught a glimpse of Yan Zhuoyu in the rescue team.
He longed to see her, but was also worried about her safety and didn't want her to risk coming.
At this moment, upon hearing that someone had risked their life to come to his rescue, the person he least wanted to see was Yan Zhuoyu.
Fires and car accidents are fatal blows to celebrities, and even more devastating disasters for actors.
In the raging fire, the speedboat was not fully enclosed for protection. If a spark landed, the first thing to catch fire would be Yan Zhuoyu's meticulously cared-for hair, followed by her appearance.
Pei Weijin was shrouded in black smoke, and he could only determine the yacht's location by sound.
He stared intently in that direction, never before had he felt so flustered and uneasy.
He was extremely conflicted. On the one hand, he didn't want Yan Zhuoyu to take any risks, but on the other hand, he selfishly hoped that it would be her who came.
The person he loves came for him, disregarding her own safety and ignoring all external obstacles, and steadfastly chose him.
A black speedboat, like a dragon emerging from the sea, pierced through the thick smoke and powerfully broke through the waves.
On the deep red seat, a woman wearing protective gear frowned, her hands firmly gripping the steering wheel, seemingly oblivious to the flames burning on the ship's hull, sailing against the current with a cool and composed demeanor.
Even when sparks flew onto the hull and even the glass panels, she did not hesitate for a moment.
Pei Weijin's heart stirred.
It was Yan Zhuoyu.
The water jets sprayed from the fireboats poured into the sea of fire like waterfalls, creating rolling waves of heat and scorching steam. The dark brown oil film was shattered into pieces.
Meng Yuting waved her arms excitedly: "Sister Yan! Sister Yan!"
He even forgot to address Yan Zhuoyu as Miss Yan or Mrs. Yan, and what came out of his mouth was his most straightforward thought.
His older sister is truly his older sister; his life is saved!
Pei Weijin could clearly see the faces of the rescuers. He inhaled a lot of smoke, and his voice became hoarse and low. He murmured the first two words almost in a broken voice: "Yan Zhuoyu".
The voice was very soft, and the force was weak, so much so that Meng Yuting, who was holding onto his suit sleeve, was pulled down slightly.
Meng Yuting swallowed back the scream that was about to escape her lips and, feigning composure, called out, "President Pei!"
He knew that President Pei was very happy to see his wife, but this time he could only be a third wheel on the ship without partitions. He really couldn't stay at the bottom of the ship, or he would drink a bellyful of fuel!
Yan Zhuoyu pushed her protective mask up a bit and used the megaphone on the ship to speak.
Yan Zhuoyu pushed her protective mask up and picked up the megaphone on the boat, shouting, "Jump onto my boat when you're three meters from the water. You only have one chance, so don't make a mistake, do you hear me!"
The woman's voice was cold and detached; there were no pleasantries, and she went straight to issuing the order—an order that had to be obeyed.
Pei Weijin and Meng Yuting nodded and shouted that they understood.
The speedboat was kept at a constant speed as it approached the location of Pei Weijin and Meng Yuting.
Immediately afterward, just as the bow of the boat was about to collide with the cruise ship, Yan Zhuoyu suddenly turned the steering wheel, swinging the stern towards them.
"Jump!"
The three voices shouted out almost simultaneously.
The speedboat will only stay for no more than five seconds, and you only have one chance.
Pei Weijin threw Meng Yuting out first, and then jumped down himself.
The seats at the rear of the speedboat have been removed and replaced with air cushions, which greatly reduces the impact.
The two muffled thuds of heavy objects falling onto the air cushion were immediately drowned out by the roar of the engine.
The oil film cannot be completely removed; it can only temporarily propel the yacht forward.
It clung tightly to the hull like a plaster, swaying back and forth. The flames burned ever more fiercely, their light reflecting on everyone's faces.
Pei Weijin and Meng Yuting sat quietly at the back of the speedboat, avoiding disturbing Yan Zhuoyu as she piloted the yacht.
With a soft thud, the faint sound of water hitting the water seemed particularly subtle amidst the roar of the motor, yet it clearly reached the ears of the three people. Even Yan Zhuoyu, who was wearing a helmet, caught the weak, aged cry.
"Help me, cough cough... gulp... help, money, I'll give you money!"
Yan Zhuoyu glanced at the rearview mirror and immediately recognized it as Ivan.
She had seen a photo of Evan on Baidu Baike; he was a sprightly old gentleman and the founder of the Evan family.
But at this moment, his face was covered in blood, his lips were purple, and he was struggling helplessly in the water.
Although Evan recognized the people on the speedboat, he still refused to give up and continued to call for help.
He clung to a sliver of hope that if they took pity on him, they might be able to save his life.
He knew he was nearing his end, but if he received timely treatment from the medical team, including gastric lavage and detoxification, he might have a chance to survive.
When he returns to France, I'll definitely get my revenge!
As he muttered these words, numbly swimming slowly forward, his clothes burning through the flames, the yacht miraculously slowed down.
It seems they are waiting for him.
Ivan's heart skipped a beat, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope for survival, and he swam even faster.
The speedboat slowed down for only two seconds before the woman in the driver's seat turned around, deftly pulled a submachine gun from her waist, and aimed it at him.
It wasn't just a single gunshot, nor was there only one bullet, or even no bullets at all; it was a full magazine, containing a total of forty rounds of ammunition.
After a series of gunshots, the speedboat accelerated again and turned back.
Ivan's heartbeat almost stopped.