1801 Do you want to mess with the battleship USS Maryland?
It was pitch dark inside the car, the road conditions were not very good, and it was extremely bumpy. The sound of gunfire was as close as if it was in the ears. There was a girl sobbing in the darkness, and the people in the car didn't know what kind of fate they were going to face.
"The Americans don't have as many people as us, we try to hold them back one by one, and one by one can escape." Sam Clare whispered in Jones' ear. Since being detained, Sam Clare has been living with self-blame every day.
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In fact, Sam Clare does not need to blame himself. The responsibility of the embassy attaché is to maintain diplomatic contact with the host country's military as a representative of the country's armed forces and handle exchanges and negotiations between the two countries' militaries. He is not responsible for the embassy's affairs.
safe job.
The Marines responsible for the security of the embassy did not evacuate together with the embassy staff. They were ordered to stay to protect the embassy and have not yet joined the embassy staff.
This is also because the embassy has no experience. Who would have thought that the Americans would risk the world's outrage and detain embassy staff.
"Don't worry, it's not a dead end yet." Jones remained calm. He firmly believed that Americans would not dare to kill him.
The convoy stopped and went, gradually moving away from the war zone. When it reached the outskirts of Rio, the convoy was stopped by a U.S. Marine Corps checkpoint.
"We are on a mission, please let us go immediately." The officer leading the team in the car was impatient. We are all our own people and there is no need to be so serious.
"We are also on a damn mission. Please all get out of the car and be inspected." At the checkpoint, the officer leading the team was equally unhappy, cursing and impatient.
"The people in the car are people from the Southern African Embassy in Brazil. We are going to detain them in the camp. You can verify it." The officer in the car did not get out of the car. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. The mission would have been completed earlier.
"Do you have a phone?"
"How can we have it? You should have a phone here, right?"
"The phone line was blown out and it hasn't been repaired yet."
The two officers stared at each other, and the officer in the car finally got out of the car.
"Get off the bus, get off the bus, get checked"
"We're all our own damn people, can't we be accommodating?"
"End it quickly, I don't want to die here."
The Marines got out of the car cursing, and the embassy staff also got out of the car one after another.
"Which unit are you from? I don't think I've seen you before." The officer escorting the embassy staff finally realized something was wrong.
"We are the Miami National Guard, we just arrived yesterday." The checkpoint officer replied casually, handing over a cigarette.
"Excuse me, is the situation serious enough that the National Guard has to join the war?" The officer took it over and there was already a lighter over there. As soon as the officer put the cigarette over, he suddenly felt a chill in his lower back, and then
He just collapsed to the ground.
In addition to the heart and brain, the kidneys are also fatal places, and they can be killed by a knife without the ability to resist.
At the same time that the officer was stabbed to death, soldiers at the checkpoint almost simultaneously attacked the U.S. Marines who had just gotten off the car.
The number of Marines was originally small, and they were all caught off guard and instantly wiped out. The only Marine had just pulled the bolt of his gun, and before he had time to complete the action of loading the bullet, he was rushed over by several people at the same time and fell to the ground.
land.
This scene, covered in sweat, must have left a deep impression on the embassy staff.
"You, you guys" Jones was stunned. He knew that Pretoria would not give up on them, but he didn't know that it would be done in such a violent way.
"Hello, Ambassador, my name is Neil. Please get back to the car right away. We need to leave here as soon as possible." Neil Scott put the cleaned dagger back into the sheath on his waist, and his tone was as steady as
In regards to the weather.
Oh, the weather is really nice today
That's it.
Jones didn't know how to respond.
At this time, agents in Marine Corps uniforms were loading the body back into the vehicle, and after the murder was silenced, they were also destroying the body and removing traces of it.
"Please, don't kill me, I'm just a driver." A pleading voice suddenly came from beside the truck.
Neil glanced at Nicholas beside him.
Nicholas nodded and went to deal with it.
Oops!
The sound of a dagger entering the body is chilling.
Jones looked at Neil again, and Neil's calm expression turned cold to Jones.
Slightly ferocious coldness.
"Sorry, this is our job." Neil's expression didn't look apologetic at all.
All the bodies were loaded onto trucks, and the air was still filled with the disgusting smell of blood.
The embassy staff returned to the truck, and Jones was invited to get on the off-road vehicle. Only then did Jones notice that the off-road vehicle equipped by the US Marine Corps was actually produced by Nyasaland Heavy Industries.
Nyasaland Automobile has the best cars in the world, and Nyasaland Heavy Industries has the best off-road vehicles in the world.
In the past two years, Chrysler, which has been acquired by Southern African Capital, has also begun to try to produce off-road vehicles based on copycats of Nyasaland Heavy Industries. However, the off-road vehicles produced by Chrysler are not as good as Nyasaland Heavy Industries in terms of comfort or performance.
The off-road vehicles produced are very different, so the US Marine Corps still uses original off-road vehicles imported from southern Africa.
"Where are we going?" Jones was shocked.
"Go to the beach. Pretoria has invested a lot of money for you. They have sent all the submarines that have just been delivered to Mizhou." Neil tapped his fingers rhythmically on the car door, and his mood was obviously different from his expression.
It looks so easy.
"Are we going to leave Rio in a submarine?" Jones was pleasantly surprised. The performance of submarines in southern Africa is obvious to all.
Neil smiled and said nothing.
"I'm sorry." Jones realized that he had made a mistake. This should be a military secret, and even Jones was not qualified to know it.
On the sea about twenty kilometers away from Rio de Janeiro, the two submarines "Piranha" and "Shark" that had just been delivered to the Mizhou Army in southern Africa were waiting quietly.
There are many submarines in southern Africa. If they were all named after fish, there wouldn't be enough submarines. Therefore, in southern Africa, submarines are numbered with numbers.
The Mizhou Army purchased 12 submarines from southern Africa. Although the Mizhou Army sent people to Southern Africa for training a few months ago, only a few people have qualified so far. Most of them on the "Piranha" and "Shark"
The sailors were all southern Africans "employed" by the Mizhou Army.
In the command module of the "Shark", Captain Chen Yan was studying the map of Rio port with Chief Officer Smith and Torpedo Officer Foster.
The "Shark" had now learned about the news that the "Maryland" was bombarding Rio. After learning the news, Chen Yan and Smith began to study to see if there was an opportunity to teach the "Maryland" a lesson.
"There is still a chance. The USS Maryland has never had a navy participate in the war before. The USS Maryland does not know about the delivery of the USS Shark to the USS Maryland. If we can break through the USS Maryland's defense circle, we will have the opportunity to send the USS Maryland to the USS Maryland."
"The No. 1 launched a torpedo." Smith was in high spirits, and it was really exciting to hit and run.
"If the Maryland is sunk, the Americans will definitely not give up." Torpedo officer Foster was slightly worried that the mission of the "Shark" was to respond to embassy staff and did not include attacking the U.S. Navy.
According to regulations, even if a submarine finds an opportunity and wants to perform a similar task, it must seek instructions from its superior department and cannot make decisions at will.
"Oh, the Maryland has already joined the war, why are we still hesitating?" Smith did not hesitate. The Michigan Army did not have a navy, and the "Shark" did not even have a higher-level department. Who should I ask for instructions from?
"Foster, you are worrying too much. The Maryland weighs 33,590 tons. It is estimated that one torpedo can't sink it." Chen Yan's eyes were very dangerous. If one torpedo can't sink it, then just two. The ghost submarine launched three torpedoes.
The tubes, two in the front and one in the back, carry 18 torpedoes during combat, enough for the "Maryland" to drink a pot.
"Then two. If two doesn't work, then four. Sooner or later there will be a battle between us and the Americans. If we can sink the Maryland, it will be a huge weakening of the U.S. Navy." Smith is also a good person.
War elements, remember that when a French battleship was sunk in Madagascar, the French investigated it for several months, and finally came to the conclusion that the explosion in the ammunition depot caused the warship to sink. Everyone who knows about it knows what happened.
It is not uncommon for ammunition depots to explode, but it is unlikely to happen in a naval power. After all, artillery shells are not loaded with fuzes when not in combat. It is still a bit difficult to detonate them.
So it's just a fig leaf, and the French can only knock out their teeth and swallow it.
"Gentlemen, the cargo has arrived at the shore," the communications officer said in a loud voice.
"Let out the boat and pick up the goods in batches." Chen Yan suppressed his inner impulse for the time being and completed the task first.
On the shore, Jones was stunned as he watched the truck driven into the sea by the agents and gradually submerged by the sea water.
There is no better way to destroy corpses than this.
"Don't worry, Ambassador, the entire city of Rio is already in a melee. It's normal for a group of US Marines to go missing. It's a pity that these people's families don't even have pensions." Neil's expression was neither sad nor happy.
, the U.S. government is also very fucked up. U.S. soldiers want to see dead people and corpses. If the corpses cannot be found, they will be listed as missing.
"Are you going to leave Rio with us?" Jones was not pedantic, he was full of gratitude to Neil and held Neil's hand tightly.
"No, we still have a mission. I wish you a safe journey." Neil finally showed a sincere smile this time.
"I also wish you all the best in your work. When you complete your mission, you must call me when you return to southern Africa and give me a chance to thank you." Jones didn't leave a phone number. I believe that even if he didn't, Neil wanted to find Jones.
Jones can also be found.
"Then it's settled, see you in southern Africa." Neil said goodbye to Jones, turned around and disappeared into the boundless night.
