Chapter four hundred and eighty seventh full revenge
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
In the corridor of the hospital, three burly men wearing sunglasses hurriedly opened the way for their boss Otto Rank. Behind him, Otto Rank's face was ashen, his slightly bulging eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were gloomy and scary. Twenty minutes ago, this guy
A wealthy British man was heartbroken when he learned the tragic news that his son had been shot dead.
A group of more than a dozen people rushed to the door of the ward.
Inside the room, the police were carefully investigating the scene, taking photos and collecting evidence.
"We, the police, are handling the case. You can't go in." The police prevented Otto Rank and others from entering the ward. Otto Rank slapped the policeman, which stunned the police.
There were still a few policemen in the corridor, and they rushed over to stop him. Otto Rank's bodyguard stepped forward to stop him. He was not afraid of the policemen, and it felt a bit like a dog-eat-dog attack.
"Stop..." A police officer walked out of the room in time to stop his subordinates and Otto Rank's people, and then invited Otto Rank into the ward with a smile.
Otto Rank rushed to the bedside and looked at his son with a mangled face, trembling all over. This was the crystallization of love between him and the woman he loved most.
The woman he loved the most had died of illness many years ago and could not bear another son for him. He hated the tricks of fate. Why would he leave whoever he loved?
"Whoever kills my son, I will make his whole family taste the most painful taste in the world, and they will not die a good death!" Otto Rank was hysterical, and his facial expression was horrifyingly distorted.
The police officer sighed, as if he was feeling the same, and said with a sad face: "Dear Mr. Otto Rank, there is no resurrection after death. Please express your condolences and accept this. Our police will do our best to track down the murderer."
"There's no need for you losers to interfere in my son's affairs."
Otto Rank's words made the flattering police officer blush, speechless, and stuck in the spot. Not to mention how embarrassed he was. It wasn't that this guy acquiesced to being useless, but that he didn't have the guts to offend Otto Rank.
Otto Rank family.
Politicians have to lower their profile and make friends with wealthy families.
The deputy chief of the police station in his district is nothing in front of others.
The grieving Ottorank was persuaded to leave by his relatives and subordinates. Heartbroken and filled with hatred, he vowed to find the murderer and cut his body into pieces.
On the ocean far away from the island of Great Britain, a fleet of ships was riding the wind and waves. Thirteen giant ships of 10,000 tons were lined up in a row, which was a spectacular sight.
This is an oil tanker belonging to the Otto Rank family oil company. It continuously transports oil from the Middle East back to the UK, where it is refined and further processed to make huge profits.
Thirteen giant ships are only a small part of the Otto Rank family fleet. In terms of crude oil transportation capacity, the Otto Rank family is second only to British Petroleum.
Yesterday, the fleet sailed out of the Persian Gulf via the Strait of Hormuz and sailed toward the Atlantic, destined for the United Kingdom. In the cockpit of the leading oil tanker, the captain of the fleet held up a telescope and observed the sea ahead. The radar showed that there were four fast-moving oil tankers ahead.
Object, approaching the fleet.
pirate?
The bearded captain thinks this is unlikely. The Strait of Hormuz in the Persian Gulf is an important oil transportation channel and a battleground for military strategists of great strategic significance. Many NATO countries have deployed heavy troops here. Two of the United States
Aircraft carrier battle groups take turns cruising here, eyeing Iran.
Even pirates who take advantage of the bravery of bears and leopards will not bother here.
While the bearded captain frowned and thought, four enclosed speedboats came into the field of view of the telescope and rushed over fiercely. The two boats nearby suddenly accelerated and surrounded the left and right sides of the fleet.
"Notify all crew members that we are in trouble, sound the alarm and send distress signals to surrounding ships." Bearded Beard realized that something was wrong and gave the order in an orderly manner.
There are many NATO naval bases along the coast of the Arabian Peninsula, and there are countless warships cruising nearby. Luo Xihu believes that rescue forces will arrive in as little as half an hour, and as much as an hour.
"Captain, our radio signals and satellite phone signals are all interfered with, and we are unable to send out distress messages." The captain of the lead ship reported the dire situation to Beard with a sad face.
The bearded man was stunned.
The signal is interfered, which usually occurs in extremely bad weather.
At this time, the sea was calm and calm... Beard suddenly understood that this was human interference. He raised the telescope again and observed with fear.
The menacing speedboat is indeed unusual. It looks like a modified mini-missile boat. Since the missile bay and the speedboat cockpit are fully enclosed, it is conducive to "stealth". Whether it is equipped with missiles or not, you can't tell by your beard, but the multiple tubes on the front of each speedboat are
The machine guns are definitely real, and the two speedboats outflanking them on the left and right have high-power antennas installed on the roofs, which should be the source of interference.
It's really what they did.
The bearded man couldn't believe it. This was not a pirate, but an army!
"Speed up and get through." The bearded man ordered through gritted teeth. At the same time, the machine guns of the two speedboats blocking the road were fired, and dense barrage bombarded the cockpit of the tanker, which was more than ten meters above the deck.
The high-explosive bombs with a caliber of 20 mm hit the airtight, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, destroying and destroying them. The glass walls of the cockpit continued to explode, and the crew members controlling the steering wheel were smashed to pieces from the abdomen up.
Beard fell down in time and escaped. He looked around in horror. The cockpit was in a mess. Bodies were scattered everywhere. There were also a few missing arms and legs, wailing in pain.
The fleet was forced to stop.
The mysterious armed ship approached the four giant ships in the middle of the head and tail. Well-equipped and masked armed men in black who looked like special forces quickly climbed onto the giant ship through ropes.
Ten minutes later, the fleet was under control and changed its course under the surveillance of four small boats.
In Iraq, the Nabaisan Oil Field is 180 kilometers away from Baghdad. Otto Lanc Petroleum Company won the 50-year mining rights of this oil field the year before last. After huge initial investment and preparations, it started production this summer.
The U.S. company Blackwater is responsible for oil field security. The factory is surrounded by high walls, wires, surveillance cameras, and deep trenches to prevent bomb-carrying cars from rushing into the factory.
In the watchtowers and fortifications, Blackwater's mercenaries were dressed as stylishly as American soldiers, chatting casually, or smoking and playing with their mobile phones.
Buzz...a harsh sound.
A group of mercenaries patrolling along the high wall subconsciously raised their heads. Several larger remote-controlled aircraft flew into the bed from the air and crashed directly into the flammable and explosive dangerous area of the factory. Immediately afterwards, an explosion occurred in that area, and flames
It rises and causes a more serious explosion.
The sky shook and the earth shook.
The mercenaries who were hundreds of meters away from the explosion area were overturned by the strong heat wave. The earthquake was felt in towns dozens of kilometers away, and people outside saw fire and thick black smoke.
UK, London.
Ottorank Group Headquarters Building.
Otto Rank, who was immersed in the memory of his son's pain, was overwhelmed by the bad news one after another. He sat behind his desk and was in a daze for a long time. He finally realized that there was a powerful character targeting him or the entire Otto Rank.
