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The epidemic looked at everyone and pointed to the computer screen. The high-hot air current in the air mass over Africa was spreading outward. It met the cold and humid air current outside Gibraltar, and formed a less obvious air mass here. If it goes well, a storm may form, and this is our best mobile phone call."

All the mercenaries followed the direction of his fingers and looked at the cyclone, their eyes full of anxiety.

Whether it succeeds or not depends on God!

In the surveillance room, May and Jacob covered their mouths and resisted the urge to burst into laughter. They saw the plague analysis as if they hadn't known all the arrangements, they would have been frightened by him.

Although he seemed to have all the analysis on the surface, he deliberately or unintentionally led the mercenaries' ideas to their pre-set positions. It's a pity that they all nodded repeatedly, approving his judgment, and showing a decisive battle. He was really sold and helped people count money.

In the next few days, the mercenaries faithfully executed the plague instructions.

Several mercenaries approached Dennis and Hansen on the pretext of getting close to Dennis and their words revealed that they were tired of the mercenary's career. They hoped that Dennis and others would introduce them to the formal intelligence organizations in the United States or Western Europe. They drank and talked about women playing cards all day long, and they were as good as buddies. As for what both sides thought in their hearts, only they themselves knew.

The actions of Dennis and others are easily explored.

The narrow space on the ship was particularly difficult for them to hide. The mercenaries used their miniature probes to hide at the corner of the cabin passage and knew it immediately that they would rotate outside the room to guard the room every morning and evening.

What the people inside are doing, can’t you tell at a glance?

The mercenaries quickly calculated that it would take 8 o'clock in the morning and evening to twelve hours. The Americans discovered an accident and notified the European side to send fighter planes to search. It took about ten minutes to arrive over the ship and make a judgment. It would take as soon as half an hour.

Therefore, they should have about thirteen hours of escape. But if they deduct the time to transfer goods and equipment, they can have eight hours of escape, even thankfully.

Everyone's eyes were staring at the map of Africa.

In eight hours, the only closest route to escape was Africa. Or you could find a small island in the Azores to hide it, waiting for the Americans to search for it without success and leave by themselves.

No matter what, now isn't the time to start.

The mercenaries gathered together and quarreled over their future hiding places. The ship also followed the scheduled route and continued to move forward.

Every day, mercenaries who do nothing will enjoy hunting seabirds and sea fish on the deck. As the ship passes through the narrow English Channel, warships from both Britain and France monitor the ships from afar and escort them away.

Gradually, the giant ships sailed into the outer sea and the warships no longer followed and returned to their military port.

The ships that can be encountered on the sea are also rapidly decreasing. Sometimes, I can't encounter a sea boat in one day. The vast sea is endless and there is no end. Staying on the boat, although the sky is high and blue, there is no wind and waves. But the loneliness of being alone between heaven and earth will still involuntarily hit my heart.

Driven by tension and loneliness, the mercenaries' emotions began to become less stable. They often shouted on the deck and vented bullets in the empty sea.

The speed of the freighter is not very fast, and the maximum speed is only about twenty nautical miles. Usually, when sailing at sea, in order to save fuel, the freighter will reduce the speed to more than ten nautical miles.

On the boundless sea, the people on the ship almost think that the ship cannot stay, which makes people feel more depressed.

The freighter had been leaving Hamburg Port for seven days. At noon that day, the plane in front of the air had just left for about half an hour, and a sea ship appeared from behind. The other party's speed was obviously much faster than theirs, and after more than an hour, it had surpassed them.

Wow!

A whistle sounded from the ship opposite.

It is rare to see ships at sea. Two ships that meet at sea will ring whistle at each other and have already greeted each other.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

The freighter turned the same as usual and whistled three times in a row.

The other ship also sounded the long whistle three times, then accelerated, surpassed the freighter, and slowly disappeared on the distant sea level.

On the bridge, May and Jacob looked at each other as if nothing had happened, desperately suppressing the excitement in their hearts.

It’s finally time to be the critical moment!

The ship that just passed by was the one that was the one that they called. The two whistles they just sounded said: It will be today and will be implemented according to the third plan!

The other party shouted back three times, indicating that they had already understood that they would wait for their arrival at the scheduled location.

The mercenaries on the deck were still waving to the far-off sea ship, shooting wildly with the guns in their hands to vent their anxiety. They did not know that tonight would be different.

It's eleven o'clock in the evening.

Drunk a little drunk, Dennis and Hanson were carried by several mercenaries and walked towards the room where they lived. The mercenaries wanted to help them open the room and send them into the room, but were pushed away by their mouths of alcohol. The two shouted, "I'm not... drunk! I... can... go by myself!" They trembled and opened the door with an electronic card. After entering, they closed the door with a slam.

Several mercenaries whispered a few regrets and left.

Dennis and the others were really slippery, fighting with them on the surface, but they were always on guard against them. They were never allowed to enter the room they lived in.

Back in the cabin, Dennis and Hansen were less drunk.

The two staggered and patted each other on the shoulders: "I almost got drunk by those guys today! Fortunately, we pretended to be drunk, otherwise... would have really broken in for them."

Hansen's tongue was also a little big, and he said in a dim way: "I...I'm really dizzy. I'll go to bed first, and I'll continue to have sex with them tomorrow, I'm really... very tired!"

"Yes, it's more tiring than catching Soviet agents!" Dennis said a word, and threw himself on the bed, snoring soon after.

The plague walked quietly on the cabin passage, one room and one room to see if the mercenaries in the house were resting.

There is no entertainment on the boat, and the loneliness between the sea is very easy to consume people

Many people fall asleep earlier than they do on land.

He came to the upper and lower passage entrance on the second floor, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to the two guards: "How is the situation?"

"Nothing unusual." The two mercenaries took the cigarette and couldn't help asking, "Captain, when will we do it? Brothers are so worried!"

"Silence!" The plague listened. There was only the sound of the engine on the ship, and there was a floor of entertainment room. Some mercenaries were gambling. He lowered his voice and said sternly: "Are you crazy? Are you talking about taking action here? Are you afraid no one will know?"

The two mercenaries lowered their heads in fear, but one mercenary still whispered: "The Viper said, you are using words to stabilize us, but you don't want to do it..."

"Fart!" The plague was furious. Although he still lowered his voice, he was full of anger and extremely angry. "Are you all pigs? I have already made it so clear. Now I am seeking death! Time is here, so I am the first to do it! I have seen the cloud map, the airflow has formed, and just recently, it is almost turning into a storm!"

"Really?" The two mercenaries were surprised and happy. They were so sad that they were so tired after so many days.

The plague did not explain much to them, but said, "You have worked hard these days and you can make a comeback soon. Change shifts tonight and have a good rest. We will hold a meeting tomorrow to discuss specific action plans!"

After leaving the two guards, he looked up and down again, and comforted each guards.

In the crew activity room, the plague lifted their tables: "I won't go back to rest! You don't keep your energy and still bet here! Get out, if I see you gambling again, I will tie you up and throw it into the sea!" He grabbed the embarrassing tanks and vipers and whispered in their ears. "We will hold a meeting tomorrow. I already have a complete idea. I will arrange it for you then!"

The tank and the viper looked at him in shock: "So, we want..."

The plague immediately made a gesture to tell them not to shout out. But the mercenaries who left embarrassedly had heard their words, and everyone was very excited.

Finally, I’ve made it through, mom, this sea is not a place to live!

They cheered quietly and walked away with their arms around.

The plague left the tank a step later and whispered: "Judged from the satellite cloud map obtained on the ship. A storm may occur in the past two or three days. Please let your brothers restrain themselves, and at the last moment, don't waste bullets like crazy!"

Tank's face smiled like a flower, patting his chest to assure the plague that he would never waste another bullet.

"Even if you want to waste it, it's impossible!" Plague didn't care about his statement and said with a cold face, "From tonight, I will guard the ammunition. If there is no sufficient reason, no one can get a magazine from me!"

The tank's face froze.

These days, he used the most magazines. Isn’t it ugly to him in person?

"Okay! Go back to sleep, I will arrange a specific action plan tomorrow!" The plague waved his hand and made the tank leave in disappointment.

Outside the door, the viper was waiting for the tank. He heard the conversation between the two and saw the tank's expression. He pulled the tank away and made a slashing action around the corner.

Tank's face changed unchanged, and finally shook his head: "It's not possible yet! This operation must rely on the plague. After this limelight..."

His face twitched a few times, and he punched hard on the cabin, making a loud bang.

At twelve o'clock, the shift mercenaries came to the Plague to collect magazines. Their bullets were forcibly searched by the Plague. They agreed that they would only be sent to them when shifts were changed.

The mercenaries handed over the shift in the passage made a noise for a while. The mercenaries who handed over the shift pretended not to know the order that the plague asked them to hand over the ammunition, and went straight back to the house, but did not come to the plague. So, the plague did not chase and seek it.

At one o'clock in the morning, in addition to the main control room and the entrance of the entrance between each floor, there were two mercenaries guarding each other, and the others fell asleep.

In the surveillance room, May and Jacob looked at the situation in each room and pressed a red button next to it.

In the power room, two crew members on duty saw the flashing red lights in front of them and stood up: "There is a fault!" The other three crew members also rushed over and saw the location of the red lights. They all exclaimed, "It's a fault in the main room!"

Two mercenaries at the door also leaned over and asked nervously: "What's the fault? Is it serious?"

The five crew members had a serious expression and quickly opened the maintenance warehouse and said to the two mercenaries: "We are not clear about the specific situation yet, so let's find out the situation now. You can wait here and don't move these equipment randomly!"

"I know! We won't move!" the mercenary said, nodding hard.

The repair warehouse is closed.

Five crew members carried oxygen cylinders, put on protective masks, and unscrewed a partition. There were several plastic buckets inside.

This is a highly volatile hypnotic!

They moved out the plastic bucket, opened a charge pool on the side, poured all the hypnotics into the pool, and then tightened the lid. The ventilation duct switch was activated.

May saw a green light in front of him lit up, his fingers jumped on the keyboard, opened the vents of the cabins leading to the Mercenary and Dennis and others, and used a breeze to blow volatile gases into these cabins.

The crew's lounge. The vents are still tightly closed.

But even so, the crew changed into protective clothing, and the hypnotic gas has a very strong effect. It is said that even a rhino will fall asleep within one minute in the hypnotic gas and will not wake up for five hours.

After about ten minutes of touching, the red light on the crew room was on.

All the crew members took out their weapons from the secret compartment and quickly equipped them. When the red light turned into a green light, all the crew members rushed out of the cabin and rushed straight to the mercenaries guarding the passageway.

Such a huge noise, all the mercenaries guarding the passageway noticed it.

These somewhat drowsy guards quickly loaded the bullets and aimed at the passage below. As soon as they saw the crew members who were rushing out, they knew that it was not a joke. The guards knocked the trigger without hesitation.

Kick!

The bolt hit the bullet, making only empty and empty sounds, and no bullet was shot out!

Puff puff puff puff!

The submachine gun equipped with a muffler made only a subtle sound. In an instant, the guard at the entrance of the passage was hit by hundreds of bullets, making it riddled with holes and turned into a corpse.

May came out of the monitoring room and he was wearing protective clothing as well.

Jacob followed him.

Including the main control room, a total of six mercenaries guarding the passage were removed. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, but it was nothing with the mixture of hypnotic gas.

At least, May and the crew couldn't smell it.

The rooms were opened one by one, and the crew rushed in and put the hands and feet of the people inside in them in special alloy shackles. Even if they had Tyson's strength, they would not be able to break free.

All members of the Hunter Mercenary Group, Dennis and Hansen, were locked in shackles.

It was not until all the people in the land were captured and the powerful exhaust fan on the ship began to operate. After more than an hour, the hypnotic gas was evaporated and the air on the ship was replaced, so Mai took off the cover.

He came to the ammunition storage room of the Hunter Mercenary Group, and saw that the plague did not change into protective clothing, and fell into a deep sleep.

"He doesn't want to face his subordinates, right?" Jacob looked at him and sighed.

May snorted: "If you don't have that kind of subordinate, it's better not to have that!"

They asked the crew to lock all the prisoners into the lower room and lock the door. Then they came to the main control room and looked into the distance, it was dark and it was hard to tell which was the sky and the sea level.

At three in the morning, they finally caught up with the ship at noon.

Neither boats turned on the lights.

The deck cargo hold opened, and the crane on the cargo ship made a loud noise, lifting heavy equipment-specific containers from it.

In the dark night, the lights cannot be turned on, and the waves on the surface of the Shanghai area make the container sway far and near under the steel cable. You have to hang the container into the other party's deck. You can imagine how difficult the transportation process is.

Such loading and unloading is undoubtedly more than twice as difficult than daytime transportation.

In the cab of the crane, there is a small TV. This is a cable that receives video signals from the ship opposite the ground. The crane driver leans on a little blurry image and under the command of a walkie-talkie, he hoistes the container to the other party's ship.

Even so, the process of fortune is very slow.

More than two hours later, the equipment on the ship was transported by about one-third.

A signal was sent from the ship opposite that they were about to leave.

The cargo holds on both decks were slowly closed, and a loud noise was made, and the decks were closed. The crane also returned to its original position.

The engine of the ship opposite began to rotate quickly, and after a while, it drove out of their sight and disappeared into the night. They had to speed up and widen the distance between the stopping place. Fortunately, they were a new ship with sufficient power. They had originally sailed at a speed of twenty nautical miles, but they did not reach the maximum speed. Now they accelerated before dawn and advanced quickly at a speed of twenty-eight nautical miles, which would soon make up for the mileage of the ship during the stopping time.

As for cargo ships, they moved forward slowly at night as early as the beginning.

Others were used to its storm-speed night flight. May and others were under surveillance and knew that Dennis had also reported it to the above. The United States did not say anything about it.

At eight o'clock in the morning, May and Jacob found the password contact book from the heel of Denise.

They are already too familiar with the specific contact information. The two joined forces and soon sent out a signal of safety.

The plane arrived at the air at noon and didn't notice it either.

On the deck of the cabin, mercenaries disguised as they always did, shooting into the sea, doing push-up exercises, etc. Everything seemed very normal.

For two consecutive nights, all the equipment on the ship was finally transferred.

On the tenth day after leaving Hamburg Port, the freighter received satellite signals and all equipment had been transferred to other container ships again. Everything was safe and could be abandoned.

May and Jacob moved to the seaship on the next cargo ship when they passed by.

The plague did not leave.

He continued to stay with the crew, and according to the original route, until 16 days, when the freighter sailed less than a day from Lisbon, they began to implement the final plan to deceive the enemy.

The cargo hold was opened again, and the crew opened a container from it and took out the packaging box inside.

The box is made of armor-like clothes. From the outside, it is made of cloth, and the style is exactly the same as the mercenaries wear. On it, self-adhesive labels are also used to indicate whose clothes are this.

But in the inner layer of the cloth jacket, there is a layer of light and thin engineering plastic.

This layer of plastic is only two or three millimeters thick, but it is very hard and is no different from a layer of iron shell.

The crew dragged a mercenary out of the temporary cell, and several of them worked together to force him to put on this modern armor. From a distance, his outfit was no different from usual.

However, the inner armor was like a restraint garment, firmly fixing his posture and unable to move at all.

The mercenary was shocked and didn't know what the crew was going to do, so he started to shout loudly.

A crew member used hypnotic gas to spray his mouth and nose. He shook his head and slowly drooped his head.

The crew took a roll of sealing tape, wrapped it around his head several times, and sealed his mouth tightly. Someone carefully pasted it outside with tape of the same complexion as his skin.

This special tape vividly paints a person's lips, beard and hair. After being pasted, it is completely consistent with the original position. If it weren't for close look, no one would have seen that he was sealed with sealing glue.

The crew then put him on the bridge, pressed a switch, and a rectangular lifting platform raised on the floor, which was in shape that allowed a person to lie on it.

The crew carefully took a bucket, poured the glue inside roughly evenly on the lifting platform, and placed the mercenaries who could move their arms, except for wrists, ankles, and waists, and other places, and placed them flat on the lifting platform.

A crew member took a gun, first applied a layer on the mercenary's hand with strong glue, and then carried rubber gloves and held the handle and trigger tightly with his hands.

After some adjustments, the mercenary posed in a crawling and shooting posture.

The strong glue solidifies quickly, just

Zhong, he was completely fixed on the lifting platform.

This powerful glue is very domineering. For example, if he clamps the mercenary's hand on the gun handle, if he wants to struggle to get rid of it and not tear off a layer of skin, he will definitely not be able to throw the gun off his hand.

What's more, his main joints such as his elbows were condensed on the lifting platform, and he wanted to struggle away unless he broke the armor on his body!

The crew members made the same move, solidifying all the mercenaries with strong glue to various positions.

Looking far away, they seemed to be relying on the terrain and carrying out stubborn shooting.

Taking advantage of the night, all the crew left the freighter.

There is nothing wrong with the plague saying to the tanks. Outside the sea of ​​Gibraltar, a storm was indeed forming. This was also when the sailing was set, after repeated argumentation and judgment, the storm could form, and then the final departure time was set.

Of course, no one can completely correct the weather forecast.

The changes in the world make computers all over the world concentrate their calculations, and I don’t know if they can make the correct judgment.

However, decades of weather research have achieved some results.

For storms, typhoons and meteorologists who are sure to be formed, they can still make more accurate prejudgments.

This time, from the joint inference of meteorologists from various countries, a strong airflow group formed over Gibraltar and evolved into a strong typhoon. The typhoon swept across the sea, and stormy waves were stirred up on the sea, and heavy rain fell from the sky. Lightning and thunder were roaring.

Many ocean-going cargo ships are looking for ports nearby, and even some large 100,000-ton cargo ships dare not sail in such weather.

However, the freighter loading machine tools and equipment is still on the sea and has not yet been to the nearest port of Lisbon to temporarily shelter from the wind and waves.

Lightning formed a ground ionosphere, making the headquarters unable to contact the cargo ships. I don’t know whether they successfully crossed the wind and wave areas or had shipwrecks.

The storm is getting heavier and never stops.

However, three days later, the Americans finally received the signal from the cargo ship, but when they saw the location, they were stunned.

The cargo ship did not go east, and sailed across the Strait of Gibraltar and headed towards the Mediterranean.

On the contrary, from the perspective of satellite positioning, the cargo ship headed westward and headed straight to the Azores! Moreover, the satellite positioning signal appeared for a brief hour and then no longer appeared!

The United States has a premonition that the situation is not good.

They immediately notified Portugal and Spain and asked them to send planes to the last sea area of ​​the satellite signal to search. At the same time, naval ships also went out to sea and gathered towards the sea area.

At this time, the storm had not completely stopped, and the military aircraft of the two countries could only bypass the lightning area and detour.

After more than seven hours of search, the Spanish plane first discovered the freighter's tracks. It was seen that it sailed at its highest speed without hesitation, completely ignoring the clear warnings sent by the plane.

Half an hour later, the reinforcements also flew over and over again, sending signals to the ship in clear codes, asking them to stop the ship.

There was no figure on the cargo ship, but through the wide glass on the bridge, you could see many people inside.

The direction of the cargo ship was very clear, and it was to head straight to the Azores.

The United States requires fighter jets not to attack for the time being. The warship is on its way and is expected to catch up with the freighter the next morning and board the ship to find out the situation.

The next morning, a Spanish destroyer that first arrived issued another order to stop the ship for inspection.

An electric wave was transmitted from space, and the automatic receiving instrument on the freighter began to work normally with a beep.

In the night, when transporting equipment, it is transported from other sea ships to the ground radar system and starts scanning nearby objects. The automatic fire control system quickly locks the low-flying fighter jets.

The lifting platform automatically adjusted its position and fired the first shot at the plane in the air.

Suddenly, dense gun bullets were shot out from other directions, forming a fire net in the air, putting the fighter jet nets in it.

The pilots of those fighter planes did not expect that the cargo ship, which was silent at first, would suddenly open fire at them.

The fighter plane quickly lifted up and escaped from the bullet shooting range. The driver was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.

The fighter planes flew away, and the cargo ships below no longer opened fire.

The destroyer fired a shell near the cargo ship to warn him and communicated with a tweeter and a clear code to ask the people on the cargo ship to surrender immediately.

There was no movement on the boat.

But as soon as the destroyer approaches, someone on the cargo ship will stand up and open fire on the warship.

The commander of the destroyer was furious and ordered to fire at the side of the cargo ship. Several shells passed and blasted several holes on the side of the ship. Thick smoke and flames rose from the cargo ship.

At this time, the people on the cargo ship seemed to know that they were at the end of their journey, and shouted loudly, pouring bullets at the destroyer and the fighter planes in the sky.

The intensive shooting quickly consumed all the ammunition of the armed personnel on the ship.

Suddenly, a clear-coded telegram was sent from the cargo ship, and the radio waves conveyed a message to the world: "Long live the great Soviet Union!"

The cargo ship suddenly shook on the sea surface, and then, huge fireballs splashed out from the center of the hull to all directions. The entire ship broke into two pieces at halfway, and within a few minutes, it sank to the bottom of the sea.

On the destroyer, everyone was stunned, staring at the sea with almost no drifting objects in a daze.

Who are these people?

The boat stopped, and it always stopped at the bottom of the sea. However, is there anyone willing to board the boat for inspection?

No one saw a person, not even a floating corpse!

Who are they and why did they plan this hijacking incident? Where did they booked to hijack this batch of equipment?

All questions have no answers as the cargo ship sinks!

Perhaps, many years later, people will know what happened on the cargo ship, but now, no one can reasonably conclude...
Chapter completed!