Under the trestle in the No. 5 storage area, Naoto Araki was holding on to a thick concrete pillar and breathing heavily. A bullet pierced a hole in his waist and bled a lot. Fortunately, his internal organs were not injured...
com Relying on the physical foundation laid by years of training, Araki managed to hold on. He climbed up the iron ladder with difficulty and climbed to the shore. Looking around, he saw a raging fire and a mess.
The Special Forces mobile team members who were urgently deployed in the country suffered heavy casualties, but the opponent still left room for attack. They did not attack the vital points with guns. Some team members only had their kneecaps smashed, but this further revealed the opponent's viciousness and would not let you be quick.
If you die, you will spend the rest of your life with prosthetics and wheelchairs.
The fire brigade had arrived and used water hoses to control the fire, but the police were still late, as they always did when encountering this kind of thing. Araki staggered as he walked, seawater mixed with blood dripping from his wet trousers.
He picked up a magazine from the ground and sat down, pulled out the bullet with a knife, poured gunpowder into the wound on his waist, and then lit it with a lighter. A stream of flames spurted out from both ends of the wound. Araki screamed in pain, and then loudly
Drenched in sweat, as if exhausted.
After a while, he found a phone and dialed the Coast Guard headquarters, reporting the situation and requesting emergency support.
After receiving Araki's report, the Coast Guard quickly reported it to the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office. The internal investigation office urgently contacted the Haizi and Luzi as well as the Metropolitan Police Department's overseas agencies. The answer they received was that they could not organize the next operation within the specified time.
A bunch of striking power.
"In this case, we can only coordinate with the US military stationed in Japan and ask them to contact the Pacific Command headquarters for support." The director of the internal coordination office said seriously.
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Song Kam's mobile warehouse has no name and no ship's registration. It is wandering among the islands in the Philippines. There are eight crew members and five bodyguards on the ship. There is plenty of fresh water and diesel. At this time, the ship is heading towards the high seas.
, because there is intelligence that the speedboat of the Philippine Marine Police has chased me.
Chen Jinlin and Liu Ziguang were arranged in the comfortable captain's cabin. Chen Jinlin studied the dashboard in his hand like a man possessed, while Liu Ziguang sat aside with his gun in hand, saying nothing.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Song Lian walked in with a smile on his face and asked Chen Jinlin: "Mr. Chen, are you satisfied? The payment for the goods... You also know that if something like this happens, I will run away. Money is tight."
Ah." Chen Jinlin said: "Borrow the phone and use it."
Song Lian was already prepared and immediately took out a satellite phone.
Chen Jinlin took the order and dialed a number, spoke a few words in code, and then said to Song Lian: "30% of the payment will be received within half an hour..."
"How come it's only 30%? Didn't it say 90% of the money will be paid on delivery?" Song Lian's expression changed.
"But we are still on your ship. Only after ensuring the safety of people and things can I pay you the full amount." Chen Jinlin explained.
"That's it." Song Lian thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Well, I'll risk my life to get you ashore, and then give you free self-defense weapons and some pesos and US dollars. In addition, I also know someone who is very good at making fake passports.
friend……"
Liu Ziguang interrupted him and said: "We are not going anywhere, you can sail us to Hong Kong."
"Hong Kong is too far away, and my ship is broken and cannot sail anywhere." Song Lian said with a sad face. The strong and rhythmic sound of the cargo ship's motor proved that Song Lian was telling lies.
"Then I don't care, you don't want your gold anymore." Liu Zi threatened nakedly. He knew that there were countless people on the shore chasing him, and the only way to be safe was to be tied to Song Lian.
"Okay, Hong Kong is Hong Kong." Song Lian muttered quietly and went out.
The upset Song Lian was smoking a cigar on the deck. A bodyguard with a red bandage on his head came over and said with a murderous look on his face: "Boss, just kill those two people and throw them into the sea. No one will care."
Know."
Song Lian said: "Okay, you go and do it."
The red cloth strip held the pistol on his waist, turned around and left, but Song Lian stopped him and slapped him in the face: "Idiot, I need you to teach me how to do things! He can take down the whole boat by himself."
Kill them all, with your eyes closed!"
The red cloth covered his face and argued: "But..."
"No but, get out of here." Song Lian waved his hand impatiently.
"Boss, phone number." Another bodyguard ran over with a satellite phone. Song Lian took it and said hello. He straightened his back involuntarily and said respectfully: "Yes, sir.
Yes, I understand, just do it."
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In the early hours of the morning, Chen Jinlin had already fallen asleep, and Liu Ziguang was still on guard with a gun. The motor roared, and the sky was full of stars outside the porthole. The boat was uncomfortably quiet. Liu Ziguang opened the door gently, and found that the corridor was dark and there was no one around.
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Liu Ziguang slowly loaded the ammunition and walked sideways in the narrow aisle. The smell of diesel filled the cabin. It was dark everywhere, and even the cockpit had no lights.
When he came outside the cockpit, Liu Ziguang was a little dumbfounded. There was no one in front of the steering wheel, and the cargo ship was unmanned.
No, there is something wrong! Liu Ziguang continued to search, and when he reached the stern of the ship, he found several black figures crawling down the ship along the cable rope.
Liu Ziguang raised his gun and fired, but rarely hit the target. When the shadows heard the sound of the gun, they moved faster and quickly disappeared under the side of the ship. Then they heard the sound of the high-horsepower engine. When Liu Ziguang ran to the side of the ship, they
Seeing the white waves billowing at the tail of the two big ships, Song Lian and the others actually abandoned the ship and ran away.
Afraid of Liu Ziguang's incredible marksmanship, everyone in the speedboat lay low and turned the engine to maximum power, which soon exceeded the effective range of the pistol. Liu Ziguang had no choice but to put away the gun angrily. After thinking about it, he felt a chill in his heart.
, quickly ran back to the cabin, only to see that Chen Jinlin had already heard the sound and got up.
"Song Lian ran away, and there were only two of us left in the whole ship." Liu Ziguang said.
Chen Jinlin shuddered: "Isn't he going to blow up the ship?"
Liu Ziguang also has this worry. Now the ship is sailing on the high seas, and it is not the normal route of ships. There are no lifeboats. Even the lifebuoys and lifejackets have been taken away by Song Yan. The nearest coast is hundreds of nautical miles away. Even if
He was made of steel, but there was also an injured person like Chen Jinlin, so diving to escape was the last resort.
Chen Jinlin didn't know where he got the strength and rushed to the warehouse. Sure enough, he saw a time bomb placed on the powder barrel. The electronic timer was counting down and it would explode in three minutes.
"Knife!" Chen Jinlin shouted, and Liu Ziguang quickly pulled out the dagger and threw it. Chen Jinlin took the knife in his hand, quickly distinguished it, and cut off the red wire. The timer stopped counting down, and it was safe.
Chen Jinlin let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, this is just the simplest time bomb."
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud noise came from the cockpit. Liu Ziguang jumped out and took a look. The steering wheel and radio were blown up. It seemed that there was more than one bomb.
"Mr. Chen, dive into the water!" Liu Ziguang shouted, but Chen Jinlin actually touched the engine room.
Before he could reach the engine room door, there was another loud noise, and the air wave knocked Chen Jinlin against the bulkhead. The pain made Chen Jinlin's nose and tears flow, but he still struggled to get up and got into the smoke-filled engine room.
"There's water in the bilge, come here and help." Chen Jinlin shouted.
"Run, there may be bombs." Liu Ziguang shouted from above.
"It won't happen. They've blown up everything that needs to be blown up. It's just a matter of three things, believe me." Chen Jinlin shouted while coughing violently.
Liu Ziguang had no choice but to go down and help Chen Jinlin seal the damaged bottom of the ship. Fortunately, the leak-proofing plates were all ready-made. After a lot of hard work, the leak was finally plugged, but the waterline of the cargo ship also dropped a lot.
"No, the water is still entering, and we have to throw all the cargo on the ship." Chen Jinlin said resolutely.
"Isn't it?" Liu Ziguang's eyes widened. You must know that the entire warehouse was full of munitions, extremely heavy bullets, artillery shells, firearms, and two armored vehicles. They were all made of steel. They were all lifted up and thrown into the sea by manpower.
Even strong men must be tired.
"Mr. Chen, don't you have any equipment like a crane?" Liu Ziguang shouted.
"Fool, those are necessary things for the port, they are not available on the ship."
"..."
Just after Liu Ziguang worked hard to throw more than a dozen boxes of mortar shells into the sea, Chen Jinlin shouted from below: "No need to throw it away, it turned out that they opened the valve in the bilge, and now I have closed it."
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Liu Ziguang sat down on the ammunition box and took out half a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his trouser pocket. He lit one and started smoking. Chen Jinlin, who was covered in oil and stains, also climbed up and asked Liu Ziguang for a cigarette. The two went through life and death.
The man sat in the warehouse and puffed away. The box under his buttocks was filled with C4 explosives.
"Gong Chen, how do you know there are only three bombs? Are you so sure?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"My guess is that you will die anyway, so it's better to give it a try." Chen Jinlin replied readily.
Liu Ziguang was speechless, put out the cigarette butt and said: "For such a big cargo ship, the motor has exploded, the cockpit and radio have also exploded. Only the two of us are left, on the vast sea, and the sky and the earth are not working. Are you ready?"
What should I do? Comrade Lieutenant Commander."
Chen Jinlin said: "If the motor is broken, it can be repaired. If the navigation equipment is gone, you can use a sextant and compass. If the radio is gone... we can drive directly to the sea off Hong Kong and then swim ashore."
Liu Ziguang extended his thumb and praised sincerely: "Mr. Chen, you are so cruel that you want to sail a leaky broken ship to Hong Kong. I have to obey you."
"Okay, time waits for no one, so we have to work harder." Chen Jinlin also put out his cigarette butts, climbed to the deck and looked at the sun, and exclaimed: "That's not right, the ship is heading south, heading for Malacca.
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Song Lian sat in Da Fei full of grievances, with his son already asleep in his arms. In order to save fuel, Da Fei only turned on two of his eight engines, and drove towards the coast at a constant speed, carrying a whole shipload of munitions, together with the unpaid payment.
The whereabouts of the gold and gold were all gone, how could he not feel distressed.
Suddenly there was a roar overhead, and two green-painted Black Hawk helicopters appeared in the field of vision. A string of bullets hit the flight path, causing high water splashes. The helicopters were clearly painted with the US military aircraft emblem. This was the station's
The U.S.-Philippine Joint Special Operations Task Force at Navano Base in the southern Philippines.
Dafei immediately turned off the engine, and everyone raised their hands in surrender, fearing that their inadvertent actions would cause misunderstandings by the US military and lead to fatal disasters.