"Hello, testing, do you hear me?"

"Second uncle, I'm deaf!"

"You are making quite a lot of noise. What are you doing? Looking for souvenirs nearby?"

"Yes, the Coast Guard is said to have a lot of beauties. Find a living one to collect."

"Then you'll be disappointed. It's best to pray that you don't encounter a corpse."

When Ye Te came, he was eager to find people, but he didn't look carefully at the places he passed by. Taking advantage of the sound check, he unloaded his gun, secured the first floor where Lao Ye was imprisoned, and opened the hatches one by one. From beginning to end, Lao Ye looked at the current situation from an outsider's perspective. The situation seems to have nothing to do with him. Ye Te can't think like this. It is the minimum obligation to eliminate the threats around Lao Ye.

"Second uncle, please don't die before I die. We have a deal."

The sound check was over, and there wasn't a single ghost on this level. Yate didn't bother to go back, so he put the Magnum Eagle into the hatch and closed it.

"I have been in business for more than thirty years, and I am known for sticking to my business dealings." Lao Ye did not go out to see him off.

A small ship is a mobile apartment, and a big ship is a mobile building. A ship of more than 3,000 tons is considered a relatively large building. Yete picked up the unfinished cigar and planned to walk through the several floors of the inner cabin. Being familiar with the terrain means cherishing life. The necessary qualities of a person. How to follow the big boss closely, you can only act according to the situation. To put it bluntly, he is preparing an escape route. The armed personnel gather in the officer conference room on the upper level, and the following is an empty city strategy. It’s really a big deal, and one person can’t do it alone. Leave.

"My circle is full of crosses. Do you know what I found? Twenty dozen m16a4s and a dozen p226s and 229s, complete with ammunition. Second uncle, come here and arm yourself, you will become Rambo immediately."

"Haha, you can see how chaotic the ship is. It's probably a relic of the US military. Don't bother you. The ship has slowed down and a battle is about to begin. If you want to go sightseeing, there should be a good place on the front deck."

Being disciplined, Yate blew a whistle, couldn't resist the temptation, grabbed an M16A4 and put it on his shoulder. Forget about the pistol, the weight was too heavy and it was difficult to move. He picked up two magazines, whistled and walked around, avoiding the cameras in the interior cabin. , leisurely "sightseeing". His nerves have been tense for too long, so he has reason to relax. Although he is not out of danger, his situation is a hundred times better than two hours ago and compared to yesterday. He does not need to be prepared to die from addiction at all times. Retreat Wan Bu said, there is plenty of room for movement on the warship, and if there is room, there is a chance of survival. The two decks of the front and rear inner cabins are almost "toured". When you exit the main deck from the starboard rear side, the Panther helicopter at the stern is lying alone on the platform. He did not Stop, follow the ship corridor on the starboard side, and head towards the bow.

"I hope we don't really have to blow up those ships?"

"What do you think? If you can think of it, others can think of it too. What's more, there are professionals next to the big boss. I'm afraid they can do it more thoroughly than you think."

"With so many ships, there are only four to five hundred people on board, maybe some of our domestic seafarers."

"So you like to talk on paper? The army was right not to retain you."

"I'm wondering, what does that LR2 look like when it explodes? Is it comparable to a nuclear bomb?"

"Save your energy and do your own thing! Don't try to save anyone, you are the one who needs to be saved. Those sailors are destined to be sent to Guantanamo or some black prison if they don't die and Lao Mi arrives. Then It would be better to die happily."

The sky was much dimmer, with two-thirds of the sun remaining on the sea, and visibility was barely adequate. Ye Te and Lao Ye were chatting. In the fleet of "Sea Supermarket" opposite, except for the lifeless containers and goods, no one was seen moving around. He stood At the front end of the ship's corridor, I grabbed the railing with my left hand and waited for the 76 naval gun to fire. Ten minutes later, I saw only the movement of the cannon but no sound of the cannon. Strangely, I turned my head towards the target of the bombardment - a black yacht more than 70 meters long. Adjust the telescope. When we reached eight times, we were surprised to find a double-mounted cylindrical object on the port side of the yacht.

"Jesuschrist! Fish, mine, there's a fish mine launcher on the yacht!"

"Oh, was it launched?"

"No, it looks like the two sides are going to negotiate."

"That's natural. Things are messed up. With the power of fish and thunder, the backing behind it is extraordinary. It is possible that it is a certain country."

"Second uncle, leave there immediately and return to our ship. I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm just afraid..."

At this point, he felt the sound of a hatch behind him. Ye Te secretly cursed himself for relaxing too much, avoiding the cameras, and staying for so long without checking the surroundings. The m16a4 was placed in a corner out of reach, and the MP5 and Glock17 were not loaded. They were too close.

, not enough to come in handy quickly.

"Who are you?"

A certain bald man came out of the hatch to question and stood in the middle of the ship's corridor. He asked questions in English, not Spanish, which is the common language of this group. He was obviously suspicious, and if he wanted to be fooled again, he would have to be fluent in Spanish. Yate slowly turned around and smiled stupidly.

Stupid, as if he didn't understand. He estimated the distance between the two parties and glanced at the cabin door. He was not sure if there was anyone else? He was more than four meters away from the bald head. Drawing a gun and the other party also drew a gun. It was a duel and not worth the risk.

"Who are you?" the bald man asked again. His eyes were alert and his right hand held the pistol on his tactical vest.

The most stupid thing for people who carry guns is to ignore the weaknesses of the gun, especially in close confrontations. Pulling out the gun, loading it, and aiming, even if you do it with one hand, will take enough time to kill you. Under the current situation, the correct precaution is to either pull the gun out or aim at it.

Either you have a gun in your hand, or you forget it and prepare for hand-to-hand combat. But the bald man did neither.

Ye Te raised his hand to say hello, and Lehaha said in Mandarin: "Hello, my name is Ye Te. I come from the west coast of the Pacific Ocean and swam here. Do you believe it? Man, please don't draw your gun. Last night, ah no, the night before,

A few fools pulled out guns at me, and they were all dead. Do you want to give it a try?" While talking nonsense, he took two big steps forward with very small movements.

The bald head first showed an expression that he had seen a ghost, and then it was too late to draw his gun. Yete's hungry tiger pounced on the food in front of him, his right hand was twisted backwards, his neck was also skewered, and he couldn't help but stumble into the hatch.

There was another person in the cabin, but he understood Ye Te's nonsense. This person was shocked. In shock, he hurriedly tried to grab the P90 submachine gun on the table, but made the same mistake as a bald head. He did not choose melee combat at the first time. P90 style

Weird, it is difficult to shoot with one hand, and he is also not good at using a hammer. He can barely touch the grating hole of the gun, and Yate has already used his bald head to complete the great practice of twisting the neck. When he grabbed the gun and started to use it, the gun was kicked away

.At the same time, he received a heavy punch on his chin, his body fell over, and his head and face were intimately kissed by the bulkhead. He was knocked down to the ground in a daze.

"Don't, don't kill me..."

When Ye Te was about to improve his neck-twisting skills, the person under his clutches struggled violently. After being strangled, he kicked his feet and did a backflip in an attempt to fight back with his legs. Ye Te did not let him succeed, but allowed him to gain the ability to speak.

"I, I am a veteran of the sea and land...one of my own!"

He was speaking authentic Mandarin, but this time Ye Te was really in a hurry. After thinking about it, he stopped and retracted his strength.

However, he is not a person who recognizes relatives randomly. He pulled out a pistol, loaded it, and put it to his head on the ground. In Los Angeles for more than three years, the number of Chinese people he had fought with was only a lot more than other ethnic groups. However, this guy who was going to die claimed that

Are you a veteran of the navy and army? The accent doesn't sound like "banana". The domestic navy and army are known as "the army of armies and the steel of steel" and are very proud of their identity. They will never kill each other and will never allow impersonation.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense. You can speak for yourself and see if you can convince me to let you live."

"Okay, okay. My name is Lin Yaohui, from Liuzhou. I am thirty-nine years old this year. I joined the army in 1997. I retired from the sea and land in 2002 and followed my cousin to mine in South America. In 2004, my cousin's domestic mine collapsed and died.

Dozens of people concealed it and refused to report it. My cousin was sentenced to a suspended death sentence. I was named as the mine manager and was also wanted. Therefore, I was stranded in South America. The mine in South America could no longer operate, so I wandered around. Seven years ago, I wandered to Mexico for smuggling.

The ship owner has been working as a security guard until now. I, I know that you are from the sea and land. Yesterday I watched Lao Mi’s news. There is really no need for you to kill me. We are in the same situation and we are both running for our lives."

Lin Yaohui knelt on the ground and handcuffed his hands behind his back. The patrol ship was a law enforcement unit and there were many handcuffs on it.

"Thirty-nine years old, retired in 2002. How many years have you been at sea and land?"

"Five years, two plus three."

"Ha, you are just like me!"

Two plus three means two years as a compulsory soldier and three years as a voluntary soldier. Yete suspected that this guy got information about him from the news and was deliberately trying to get close to him. He walked around and couldn't make up his mind.

This cabin also has a door leading to the inner cabin and a bathroom, which is better than the place where Lao Ye was imprisoned. Ye Te seriously suspected that Lao Ye couldn't hold back his inner anxiety and wanted to use a belt to end it. In the cabin, outside the single-sided canopy bed, there are

There were two chairs and a table. On the table were two helmets and an open suitcase, with brand-new U.S. dollars piled inside. A few piles were scattered on the ground. Yate picked up the kicked P90 submachine gun and put it together with another P90 in the corner.

.This gun is the standard weapon of this armed group. The pistol found from Lin Yaohui also has FN57 bullets.

"What are you doing, dividing the spoils?"

Yetra sat down in a chair. He more or less believed Lin Yaohui's words. Regardless of whether the confession was true or false, it was clear that Lin Yaohui still had the ability to fight back if he could speak under his tight clutches.

"Yes, Mario's uncle..." Lin Yaohui looked at the bald corpse next to him with pity, "I have a good relationship with the big boss, and I have a hundred container smuggling indicators. This time I will leave it to Mario. I will help him, and I will get three

Ten thousand dollars. Everyone is about to run for their lives, so..."

Ye Te carefully looked at the potential sea and land senior, and he had to say that he looked very good. He was about 1.75 meters tall, with a tall nose and a beautiful short beard around his mouth. His limbs were well-proportioned, yellow with red.

The skin color is probably from the sun. Although half of the face is a bit swollen, it is still majestic. It is an authentic and fine Latin American variety, nothing more than that.

There are many soldiers from Guangdong and Guangxi on land and sea, and Ye Te has a close comrade in Liuzhou. When he returned to China last year, he went to Liuzhou to play. He used Liuzhou as a prank: "Boss, how much does a bowl of snail noodles cost?"

I only know one or two sentences, but I can’t speak well.

"I, I don't know, brother..."

When Lin Yaohui heard the local accent, he felt as if he had been punched again, and his shoulders shook, "In the past, there was a screw noodles shop next to my house, opposite Queershan Park in Liubei. It sold a bowl for two yuan and a half, and I, I haven't been back to Ke'er in fifteen years.

.In September this year, my mother... my mother passed away, and I can’t even remember..." His voice choked up after he said it.

If I don’t go home for fifteen years, how many more years will it take me? Can I still go home and can I see my mother again?

Certain emotions are contagious at the speed of light. Yete shot himself in the foot. The topic of returning home and talking to his mother was the strongest tear-jerker. He was only twenty-six years old, and he had no time to think about it after two days of desperate escape.
Chapter completed!