Mavi smiled slightly after hearing this. "Missiles? There are none left on the yacht. But there are a few on the armed helicopters."
"On the armed helicopters? This is…?" Still in shock from the earlier scene, Harman hadn't fully processed what was happening.
The missiles Mavi referred to were air-to-surface missiles, not anti-tank missiles.
Air-to-surface missiles are launched from an aircraft to strike ground or water-based targets. Compared to aerial bombs or rockets, they offer greater maneuverability and better concealment.
At this moment, Mavi casually took the radio handed to him by a bodyguard and spoke to the captain's cabin. "Move the yacht farther away. We're about to execute an aerial strike."
After issuing the command, the response came through the radio: "Understood, young master."
Following Mavi's orders, the yacht moved another hundred meters away, putting it approximately 300 meters from the already missile-struck luxury yacht.
Because an aerial strike was planned, Mavi's previous missile had deliberately avoided hitting the yacht's hull, ensuring it didn't suffer major water leakage. It was still holding up.
Once Mavi's yacht came to a stop again, he handed the radio to Harman beside him. "Want to give it a try?"
Mavi had many more decommissioned warships to acquire, and these modified vessels needed sales channels. The "White Hats" would help spread the word to their business associates, friends, and family.
After all, like attracts like. Among Dubai's elite, many were drawn to bold and creative ventures…
"Me?" Harman hesitated, pointing at himself. Then he said to Mavi, "Alright, thanks!"
He reached for the radio, half-excited and half-expectant, then gave the order to the two armed helicopters hovering above. "Fire!"
The moment his command was given, streaks of fire-red flames erupted from the helicopters in the night sky.
Through the burning glow, the crowd could vaguely make out multiple white missiles with tail fins. Although they appeared slightly smaller than anti-tank missiles, their strength lay in sheer numbers—eight were fired in rapid succession!
The intense barrage illuminated the surrounding night sky, making those on the deck feel like they were inside a high-budget action movie.
Before they could fully process the sight, the eight air-to-surface missiles streaked across the dark sky in an instant. They struck the luxury yacht 300 meters away with pinpoint accuracy.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of deafening explosions erupted across the sea! The fiery red blasts lit up the once-dark waters as if they had been set ablaze. The scene was strikingly vivid.
Thick smoke billowed skyward from the explosions, while the yacht itself was shattered into pieces by the immense force.
It all played out like a slow-motion sequence—from the first missile hitting the yacht to the second, then the third—it was a sight both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
Even those who had mentally prepared themselves couldn't help but feel a shiver down their spine at the sheer devastation of the aerial strike.
When the shockwaves subsided, the once-floating luxury yacht was reduced to nothing but debris.
Dozens of speedboats tasked with securing the area quickly moved in with salvage equipment, beginning cleanup and recovery operations.
A yacht worth nearly a million dollars had just vanished before their eyes. Many of the Russian women onboard struggled to comprehend the world of the wealthy.
One million dollars, plus nine missiles and the cost of deploying helicopters—this could have supported them for a lifetime.
Yet, to someone as wealthy as Mavi, it was nothing more than a bit of evening entertainment, done purely for fun. His extravagance was beyond comprehension, almost deranged…
After witnessing the thrilling destruction, the music resumed inside the yacht's cabin. The exhilarating display had heightened the partygoers' adrenaline, making them feel as if they were living on the edge. It only fueled their indulgence and enjoyment of the night's festivities.
Back in the cabin, Harman was the first to ask a server for a glass of red wine. Raising his glass, he turned to the crowd and said, "Come! Let's raise our glasses and toast to Brother Mavi for his incredible hospitality tonight!"
Harman, who had once been proud and reserved, now saw Mavi as a friend after spending time with him. When he returned to Dubai, he and his fellow White Hats would eagerly share stories of their experiences in Russia with their friends and family.
Naturally, Mavi's warship modification business would be part of the conversation. This would bring in even more clients for Mavi, proving the old saying true: "The more friends you have, the more opportunities you get."
"Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
Inside the cabin, the temperature was much warmer than outside. This comfort, combined with the excitement of the night, made the elegantly dressed women feel relaxed and content.
They raised their glasses, laughing sweetly as they sipped their wine. With each passing round of drinks, the atmosphere in the cabin grew increasingly heated…