Chapter 499 The old patriarch was sick at noon. In a six-story building in the suburbs of Beijing, there was an office on the top floor. Brother Gan and Zhang Zhentian sat opposite each other. Zhang Zhentian looked at Brother Gan and said, "We are not the case now. I know very well, but I know that the crew on one of our cargo ships disappeared, and the warship responsible for escorting searched for a long time but found no clues, so the Navy turned this matter to us."
"Since this matter is in the Somalia waters, it should be done by pirates. Why? Haven't the ransom message been sent yet?" Brother Gan looked at Zhang Zhentian in confusion. In his opinion, this matter was not a big deal at all. I used to deal with those pirates when I was on missions, but they would not hurt people until they had no choice, because they were looking for money, not life, and there was no need to cause trouble for themselves.
"No, this is what we are most worried about. We don't understand what the opponent's purpose is. In the past, they robbed the ship as well because the goods on the ship are also valuable, but this time they just took people away The cargo ship stopped there and was still moving..." Zhang Zhentian shook his head, picked up a box of specially-provided little pandas from the wide desk, pulled out two, and threw them to Brother Gan, and the other one was held. It was in my mouth.
"If there is a problem, there must be a problem..." Brother Gan picked up the little panda casually, took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it for Zhang Zhentian, and then lit it. He also started to suck the clouds and spit out mist. Now he gradually understood. Why did Zhang Zhentian ask himself to come here to perform the mission?
Zhang Zhentian smiled slightly and spat out a breath of smoke: "The navy is ready. The armed helicopters at the naval base are on standby at any time. Everything is ready, but you, Zhou Lang, are not going to borrow the east wind. How about it? Go or not?"
"Think about it! Do I have the right to consider it?" Brother Gan cursed with a smile, and pressed the half-sucked little panda special supply into the ashtray, picked up the street stall polyester suit and threw it on his shoulder without looking back. After walking out, he suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Zhentian when he arrived at the door: "But Lao Zhang, your little panda special offer tastes pretty good. Oh, being an official is good..."
"You kid, get out of here! You want to suck back and get two for you!" Zhang Zhentian heard Brother Gan teasing him and scolded loudly, which brought him a arrogant laugh from Brother Gan. He shook his head helplessly, and even It’s good to be an official, but you are a little bastard, why don’t you become an official? If Brother Gan comes, this position will be owned by Brother Gan sooner or later.
Due to the secret and special nature of this mission, Gan Ge was arranged to take an armed helicopter from a secret naval base to the Somalia waters when night fell in the evening, and arrived at the site of the incident at midnight, the hijacked freighter At this time, the freighter was escorted by the warship, and the cargo ship was brightly lit by the strong spotlight.
After Brother Gan got off the plane, a naval colonel with two bars and three stars on his shoulders came up, saluted Brother Gan, and then grabbed Brother Gan's hand and introduced himself: "Hello comrade, I'm The captain of the escort warship this time is also the commander of the escort mission. I will fully cooperate with your actions. Please give instructions if you need it."
"Haha, I'm instructing me not to be a colonel, please help each other!" Brother Gan raised his hand and smiled, and said as he entered the captain's room with the navy colonel.
At this time, although it was already midnight on Siming Island, torches were lit everywhere on the island. More than a dozen fierce pirates were hanging guns around their necks and holding wooden sticks to drive the indigenous people on the island to dig for them.
As for the mine, they can't tell where the gold ore is gold ore. Anyway, they just dig randomly and cannot leave the people on the island idle.
"Boss, do you think it's useful to dig these broken stones?" A bald man came to the yellow-haired boss and asked. He didn't let him sleep. He had to look at these stupid guys, so he was almost sleepy and couldn't hold on.
It's right.
The yellow-haired boss glared and cursed: "You fucking nonsense! Do you know why the United States beats this and that all day long? For Mao, not for these resources!"
"Then... how can we transport it out? Now I guess the Chinese warships are looking for us all over the world!" Tudai continued to worry. He knew that the Chinese soldiers were powerful, so cruel.
If you live, you will kill it.
"Don't worry, as long as we have the goods in our hands, I don't know how many ships are rushing to transport them, so just wait and count US dollars!" Little eyes snorted and said gloomy. In his opinion, there is no eternal in this world in this world.
Friends, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests, what is a few stinky crew members? If you don’t make any profit, you will be a bastard, the United States is, and China is no exception!
When Tudai heard this, he suddenly became energetic. He was so happy that he curled his lips and exposed the only brown front teeth on his body that were still stained with white: "Hehe, okay, okay, then I'll go now!" He swung his voice as he spoke.
The stick scolded the indigenous people who were moving stones: "fuckyourmother! (Fucky-you-mother), move it quickly for me!" Then he screamed so arrogantly that he planned to clean up the second one.
These pirates are really scared of being poor. Grandma's, even the old patriarch in his eighties rushed to the mountain to dig minerals. No matter how good the old patriarch is, it is impossible for him to violate the laws of nature. After all, they all
It's eighty, so it's good to walk smoothly. How could I stand the pressure? I was panting and sweating profusely after working for two hours.
"Old patriarch, you rest, I'll help you..." Ah Hua hurried forward to support him and whispered.
"Haha, it's okay, I can still hold on. You hurry up and go to Ahua. If they see it later, they will be beaten again!" The old patriarch gasped and smiled bitterly, and waved his hand. He understood this time
Resistance is useless, the only way is to waste it and wait for the opportunity to rescue.
When Ah Hua saw the gang of niggers, he was angry and wanted to rush up to fight them. So he turned around and looked at them and said, "Old patriarch, otherwise we should resist. I don't believe in the five or six hundred Siming Island.
The hole can't beat them twenty or thirty."
"What do you know! Do what I said, don't make yourself uncomfortable. Now it's much better than I expected. No matter what, they have only killed us so far." The old patriarch hurriedly scolded him when he heard this.
He had seen the cruelty of these people last night. He thought that these desperadoes would start killing after entering the island, but he didn't expect that they were just seeking money, so that would be easier.
"Mom, you old man, what are you muttering here? Ah! What are you muttering!" At this time, the bald puppet saw Ah Hua and the old patriarch standing there and whispering something, and he was immediately angry and came to anger.
, he went up and had a kick. When the wooden stick hit the old patriarch again, Ahua rushed forward and protected the old patriarch under him.
Bald puddle was stunned for a few seconds and spat viciously, "Fuck! I'll let you protect me! I'll let you protect me!" He scolded the wooden stick and kept fucking Ahua's strong shoulders. The wooden stick and shoulder bones were fierce.
The collision made a "bang" sound, accompanied by a few moans that Ah Hua gritted his teeth and squeezed out from his teeth.
After dozens of sticks, Bald Pig finally got tired of hitting him. He shook his hand and took a cigarette into his mouth and lit it, then cursed and left. If the boss had not given the instructions, as long as he was not allowed to shoot and injure people, he would have been
He killed both of them.
"Cough... Cough..." Ah Hua moaned and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, with blood still seeping at the corner of his mouth. He didn't have time to worry about him and quickly supported the old patriarch who was hit by a stick: "You... are you okay, old
Clan leader? Are you okay?"
Although the old patriarch only got a stick, how could he compare to Ahua, a strong man, gasping heavily, his face was pale and twisted, and he moaned in pain: "No...it's okay..."
After saying that, he fell to the ground and was unconscious.
Seeing this, Ahua quickly cried and said, "Come here! Come and help me! The old patriarch fainted, the old patriarch fainted..."
As soon as he heard Ahua's shout, almost everyone stopped their work and ran to him. You must know that the old patriarch is the spiritual leader and soul figure in the village. No matter how great the suffering is,
As long as he is still there, everyone has a clear idea, but now that even the old patriarch has fallen, they have no intention of working.
"What are you doing?! What are you doing?! All the damn it is for me to go back to work!" The eight or nine tough pirates in charge of the supervision saw everyone running to the same place, cursed, saying that they were pointing their guns up.
He shot a shuttle of bullets into the air, but it seemed that this trick didn't work. All the indigenous people on the island surrounded the old patriarch who was lying in Ahua's arms.
The pirates thought these people were going to rebel, so they immediately pointed their guns at them. They were about to shoot with ak47. Seeing this, the captain who was hijacked quickly raised his hands and waved his hands to stop him and said, "Don't... don't shoot, here
Someone fainted, the old patriarch fainted..."
The boss of the yellow-haired man heard the noise from afar, threw half of the cigar in his mouth on the ground and twisted his feet, and rushed up with a gun with a man in his arms: "Fuck! What's going on?!"
"Report to the boss, that old man fainted!" Bald guy ran over to report.
"Mom, I fainted? It's better to die if I die! I can't work and have to eat! I thought I was a refugee camp!" The boss of the yellow-haired man spat and cursed. He now
I wish these people could only work and mine ore, and not sleep or eat!
The hijacked captain looked at the angry boss of the yellow-haired man and quickly explained: "Don't... he is the old patriarch. If he dies, these people will not be able to work!"
When the boss of the yellow-haired man heard this, he took out the revolver that was blocked from his waist and was about to kill the old patriarch, but he was grabbed by the military advisor with his little eyes beside him: "Brother, this old man can't kill him! We are for the island
Resources, killing his tribe members will inevitably be in chaos, and everything will be beaten up by then!"
After hearing this, the boss of the yellow-haired man was confused for a while before he took back the revolver. He still had to listen to the military advisor's words, and he also knew the old man's appeal, so he turned his face and ordered: "Come on the old man and look at him!"
Others continue to work!" (The three chapters today have been completed, and three chapters tomorrow will continue)