Sean was lying boredly on the hammock in the cabin. The small gunboat with a displacement of 500 tons was just a toy on the sea.

There were no beautiful women around him, they were just a bunch of stupid old men. After the first day of freshness, Sean became bored after that.

Until a soldier came to notify us, the base called and passed the news over.

It's the model and number of the ship, but the specific route is not clear, so Sean has to figure it out himself.

After receiving the news, it is not difficult to think about the robbery... and to catch the other party.

This kind of skill, I don’t know why, Sean learned it by himself without any teacher.

If you have time, speed, and different routes, you can basically calculate the opponent's location roughly.

All you need to do is stay in traffic near the route half a day in advance.

The gunboats were patrolling sideways on the waterway at a slow speed. There was a small radar on the ship, which was relatively rudimentary and could only monitor the sea surface. This was installed on these gunboats when they were purchased, but it was enough.

Every time a ship was shown passing through the channel, the gunboat would move up to see if it was a target, and it would also have to be distinguished with the naked eye.

Anyone who travels at sea has never seen a warship, but the Caribbean Sea has always been relatively peaceful, so no one thinks much about it.

Until half a day later...

"Boss, the target has been found!" the captain of the small gunboat that Sean resigned to his fate came in and said.

Hearing the report, Sean got off the hammock and walked excitedly towards the outside of the cabin, "Are you sure!?"

"Sure!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Load the cannonballs and say hello!" Sean laughed and climbed onto the deck.

With an order, the American-made MK12 5-inch high-level dual-purpose gun on the ship started to move.

This gun can be called the best dual-purpose naval gun in World War II. It can attack air targets and sea targets.

MK-12:

Caliber: 127mm

Diameter: 38

Turret: Twin turret

Shell muzzle velocity: 792 meters/second

Range: 15.2 kilometers

Anti-air range: 11.4 kilometers

Turret rotation speed: 25 degrees/second.

Loading method: manual loading/mechanical pressing

Maximum rate of fire:15-22/min

From 1934 to 1945, the United States produced more than 8,000 Mark 12 127mm/38-caliber cannons. The purchase price of the US military was US$100,000, excluding the cost of the gun mount.

Of course, this thing is now trash. After digging it out, it was sold to Sean as scrap metal.

Scrap iron is scrap iron, but it cannot be sold to other countries casually. It is so advanced that even the steel used for gun tubes is a military secret.

Just like the Keeling battleship, even 80 years later, it is still an advanced weapon in most countries in the world...

The gap between countries is much greater than the gap between people and dogs!

The reloading is complete here, and Sean has already come over.

It's not really a fight, and we're not afraid of the other party's ability to fight back.

There is a large fishing boat over there. According to the intelligence, the displacement is only more than 2,000 tons.

This group of drug criminals like to use this kind of fishing boat for transportation. The drug criminals cut a small opening in the belly of the big fish, remove the internal organs, then hide the drug in the belly of the fish, briefly sew it up, and then freeze it at low temperature.

No matter whether it is a person, a dog, a pig, or an insider, there is no way to find out which fish the poison is in among the thousands of tons of frozen fish.

You can't just check each fish one by one.

All transportation uses cold chain vehicles, and the whole process is very concealed.

"Shout?" The distance between the two sides narrowed to less than 2 kilometers. On the sea, this was already very close.

"We are soldiers, they are bandits, what is there to say to them, drug criminals!" Sean pointed at the ship and said: "It is useless to reason with them, we have to talk about physics!"

"Come on, aim at the sea ahead!"

"I want to do it myself!"

Not far away, the fishing boats were already in a mess. The drug convicts originally had something evil in their minds, and there were only two of them on the sea. The gunboats were obviously coming after them. The muzzles were pointed in this direction, and the malicious intent was coming towards them.

However, it is useless to feel malicious, there are many guns on the ship.

But a group of drug criminals looked at the AKs in their hands and looked at the cannon over there...

grass!

"What should I do, head?" The younger brother came over and asked anxiously.

"How the hell do I know!" the boss cursed irritably, "Why the hell are you still standing there dazed!"

"Hurry up and send a radio call to contact us!"

"Ask them what they mean!"

"I didn't provoke them, so why are you so fucking unreasonable!"

However, before the radio signal sent from here was connected, two beeps were heard...

"Dong" "Dong"

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Two explosions sounded, and a column of water shot into the sky from the front of the fishing boat, flying more than twenty meters high. The rising waves shook the fishing boat, and a group of people screamed and fell to the deck and rolled around.

The sea water that shot up into the sky fell from the sky, and a lot of it poured directly on the deck. Many people were like drowned rats.

They grabbed hold of something to stabilize their bodies and climbed up from the deck. Everyone's faces turned pale and their bodies trembled.

Everyone has no doubt that if a cannon had just fallen on the boat, the broken fishing boat would have been blown into two pieces immediately.

After two blasts, Sean felt refreshed.

Take a long breath...it feels good!

"Boss, there's a call request from over there." The captain came over and said loudly.

"Let's go!" Sean took steps to follow.

When the communication was connected, Sean did not give the other party a chance to speak, and said directly: "Stop the engine, put down the anchor, put down the weapons, and everyone will go to the deck to wait for inspection."

"No, who are you? We are just a fishing boat without weapons!" The drug criminal still wanted to struggle.

"Ha." Sean didn't bother to speak at all, and the person next to him waved his hand.

On the deck, the six-barreled Gatling gun was pointed at the fishing boat and the trigger was pulled directly.

"Tu tu tu tu tu tu tu..."

Hundreds of rounds of bullets were fired at random, hitting the hull and deck one after another. Sparks flew everywhere, and the drug dealers on the fishing boat screamed. It was obvious that some unlucky guy had been hit.

Whether it's dead or not, Sean can't control that much.

"The engine is turned off, the anchor is lowered, the weapons are lowered, and everyone comes to the deck to wait for inspection." Sean repeated again.

"Okay, okay, don't shoot!" The last chance of the drug dealers was wiped out by this round of shooting.

Seeing the engine stalling, the boat slowly stopping and anchoring, a smile appeared on Sean's face, "This is not much more interesting than being reasonable!"

The group of killers on the boat all laughed.

happy!

As the two ships of the company got closer and closer, looking at a group of drug criminals standing on the deck with a mess of firearms piled next to them, Sean thought and said: "We soldiers can't be reasonable, we still have to

Talk about physics!”

"Go up and check with a few people to see if they have hidden guns!" Sean waved his hand and said, he would not go up unless it was absolutely safe. A gentleman would not stand behind a dangerous wall.

Sean is a gentleman!

"Yes!" the captain responded loudly and sent five soldiers to jump over.

The drug dealers have obviously accepted their fate. Anyone who is hit by a 127mm cannon in the head will no longer have the childish idea of ​​​​fighting back.

After searching inside and outside for more than ten minutes, I loudly signaled safety this way.

A few people were arranged to stay behind and control the gunboat. The captain and the soldiers went over first and surrounded a group of people with guns in hand. Only then did Sean Shiran come over.

Looking over the group of people, Sean smiled and said, "Who is the leader?"

The drug prisoner slowly raised his hand and took a step forward, his mournful face still showing a bit of grievance, "Sir, it's me. I don't know what happened. We didn't make any mistakes!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over all the drug addicts, hurry up." Sean didn't want to listen to his nonsense.

"We are really a fishing boat. We don't have any drug addicts. You have to be reasonable!" That's over one million US dollars worth of goods. How could we just hand it over?

Sean sneered and said nothing nonsense. He reached out and took out a gun from the waist of the boat next to him. He aimed at the person behind the drug criminal and shot him, "Bang!"

There were no screams. One person was shot in the head, and the back of his head was completely opened. Brains mixed with blood spurted everywhere. The body swayed for a few times and then fell straight onto the deck.

There was silence on the deck.
To be continued...