"It's very simple." Lando said that in addition to loading some emergency weapons and supplies onto the lifeboat, he and Hale also packed another emergency supply in a magnetic box and attached it to the hull.
"As long as someone can dive to two or three meters, it will be easy to pick up the box when the tide goes out."
Lin Chuanqing laughed: "You are such a cunning guy."
"If I wasn't cunning enough, I would have died many times - always have backups when taking risks."
"That's good. Come on, let's drink to our success in our work tomorrow." Qian Shuiting poured a glass of soda for everyone.
Lando said: "Get the ticket money for me."
The navy's motorboat was emitting bursts of black smoke, and was towing a huge cigar-shaped object behind it, with various sea creatures attached to it. At first glance, it looked like a dying whale or other sea beast carrying in the waves.
Sink and float. This huge thing has rows of yellow oil barrels tied to both sides as reserve buoyancy.
Two rowing boats, filled with soldiers and sailors, followed carefully. Their task was to keep an eye on the object and prevent any accidents from happening.
The huge guy was carefully dragged to the shoal, where it ran aground. The sailors jumped out of the boat, pushed the big guy in waist-deep water, and used fishing rods and pulleys to slowly load it onto the track on the beach.
We slowly pulled up to the pier. People gathered in a circle curiously.
"Not a bad job," Qian Shuiting put down the telescope and lit a cigarette for himself, "God knows you would throw a caisson off the coast of Dongsha Island. Without the longitude and latitude you provided, there would be no way to find it."
"When the caisson is thrown into the sea, there will be a buoy to indicate the position," Weiss said. "Of course, any buoy cannot last for three years. At that time, we deviated from the course and ran to Dongsha Island - thinking that we would definitely encounter the Taiwan Coast Guard.
The patrol boat inspected it and made a hasty decision to throw it over."
"No wonder your stern has to be made into a slope, and such a long slide is installed from behind the bridge to the stern, and there is a crane under the portal mast." Mond said, "At first I thought it was used for hoisting.
It’s a fishing boat. Do you just keep putting this thing that’s more than half the length of the boat on top?”
The former mercenary shook his head in agreement.
"If you could have noticed some clues on the Mackerel when salvaging it, you would have guessed that there was something else on the ship. Of course, it is difficult to salvage anything from the sea without clear longitude and latitude."
Qian Shuiting took a long puff of cigarette, and the cigarette butt made an arc from his hand and fell into the sea. "Let's go, Mr. Weiss, let's see what new gift you bring us."
The caisson from which the water was salvaged has been moved into a newly built shed, and water is still dripping down. The caisson made of double-layer steel plates has a long and thick cigar shape, and the surface is covered with crawlers.
There are all kinds of attached sea creatures, and in the dark light it looks like a large piece of strange-shaped reef.
The atmosphere inside and outside the work shed was extremely lively, just like the scene when Ship A was out of the water. A light escalator was set up, Gao Xiaosong and others climbed to the top of the caisson, and used knives to remove a little bit of the attachments and waterproof sealant on the cargo hatch.
The car was scraped off. The turntable began to twist, and with a few clanging sounds, the cargo door slowly opened. The crowd of onlookers cheered and crowded into the work shed to get a sneak peek.
Only Weiss was sitting under a coconut tree outside the work shed, smoking leisurely.
There was some moisture in the cargo hold of the caisson, but there was no water. "What is this?" Gao Xiaosong opened a sealed iron box and took out a rectangular object wrapped in dark green aluminum plastic film. It seemed to be a large piece of soap, and there was a piece of soap on it.
There were some English letters on it. He turned on his headlight and looked at it carefully.
Zhou Weisen came over and said, "This is 1.25 pounds of C4 explosive." He opened the tarp, counted the number of iron boxes, and exclaimed: "Oh my God, there are so many!"
The hill-like pile of explosive boxes scared away many enthusiastic onlookers. Although everyone knew that the US military-standard explosive equipment was much safer than Lingao's homemade Dynamate explosives. But being with a lot of explosives was still a bit scary.
People stay away.
When Weiss walked into the work shed, Qian Shuiting was waving an ugly short gun that he had just taken out at him:
"What a cheat. I thought this caisson contained a tactical nuclear warhead. Are you going to use this thing to defraud the Karen Army of dollars? You are truly a heartless arms dealer."
"It looks like a submachine gun. What model is it?" Gao Xiaosong looked at the weapon over and over. It had a toy-like gun body made of plastic shells. There was a shoulder stock made of bent steel wire folded under the gun body. There were also a few more in the packaging box.
A translucent bullet tray made of plastic. Ever since he interacted with North Americans who were used to playing with guns, the former Coast Guard captain discovered that his knowledge of firearms was actually very little.
"MGV-176, Yugoslavia's imitation of the American American-180 submachine gun." Qian Shuiting said: "Police equipment. This gun is pretty good. It has a fast rate of fire and good accuracy in continuous shooting. It uses 0.22 bullets.
It’s too powerful.”
"Why do you care so much about a few submachine guns?" The former mercenary and smuggler crossed his hands and leaned against the pillar of the work shed: "As long as necessary, your factory can mass-produce Sten or M3 grease guns, and you don't have it anyway.
Lack of bullets.”
"What we lack is bullets. If we could produce bullets in batches, we might have started manufacturing AKs long ago."
The guns were taken out of the cargo hold and counted one by one. Except for the unpleasant mgv-176, the next harvest was quite satisfactory. More than twenty brand-new m240b machine guns were lined up on the ground. The barrels and various parts were still painted with
A thin layer of anti-rust oil. fal automatic rifle, including fixed stock, standard barrel model with bipod, and folding stock, short barrel carbine type, a total of 316 pieces, all packed with shrink film
The middle of the warehouse was filled with a whole box of bullets. Except for the 0.22lr bullets for the mgv-176 submachine gun, the others were all 7.62x51mmnato bullets, sealed in special polyester packaging boxes. Zhou Weisen, Gao Xiaosong and representatives from the Planning Institute
Sun Xiao led several people to climb up and down to count, and found that there were more than a hundred boxes.
"It's enough to start a small war," Qian Shuiting said to Weiss: "If you hadn't met us, you would have made a lot of money from this business." The latter just nodded: "Let's see.
Well, King Solomon’s treasures are more than these.”
"Is this what you are referring to?" Lin Chuanqing pointed to the box moved out from the back of the cargo bay, as well as a device similar to a rocket launcher. Lao Di was shocked when he saw it: "Anti-tank missile, Red Arrow 73!"
"You know how to play this thing?"
"No, I have seen it during military exercises. This thing is not only used to attack tanks, but also landing craft, speedboats, bunkers, etc. It is also very useful."
"This is not a domestically produced Red Arrow 73, but it is definitely an AT-3 series anti-tank missile," Gao Xiaosong said: "There is also a word on the package, 'yugoimport-sdpr', is it the name of the manufacturer?"
"Yugoimpor-sdpr is Serbia's state-owned weapons company. No, you should wait until you return to the laboratory at the base to play with it." Weiss stopped Lin Chuanqing's attempt to open the air-sealed packaging box.
"Twenty-four missiles, with two types of warheads: shaped warheads and thermobaric warheads. Okay, everything is here. Count slowly, don't miss anything."
"The question is, who are we going to hit with this thing?"
Like the disposable rocket launcher fished out of the cabin, this is another difficult question.
Cruiser 8154 sounded the whistle and escorted this small fleet away from Dongsha Island. Jiang Shan found Weiss on the back deck. He was leaning on the railing, staring at the white waves turned up by the propeller.
Jiang Shan briefly introduced himself, and the former mercenary shook his head slightly: "I saw you in the interrogation room that night."
"The telegram I just received," Jiang Shan took out a copy of the newspaper: "This is a congratulatory telegram from Chairman Wen to the entire search and salvage team, and your name was specifically mentioned."
Weiss glanced at it briefly and handed the newspaper back: "I can't read Chinese characters."
"You'd better understand."
"Chinese characters are too difficult." Lando spit out the butt of his cigarette into the sea, "But I will try to learn to speak Chinese - this is the language of the elders."
"What are you going to do next?"
"What are you doing?" Weiss narrowed her eyes at the waves: "I am very poor now, so I want to go back to Macau and get back my six hundred silver pesos."
"Li Siya will not give the reward in vain," Jiang Shan reminded him: "What are you going to give in exchange for the money?"
"It depends on what you want her to know, or what you want the Dutch to know. I'm very happy to help in this regard." Weiss estimated that the Chinese intelligence chief was quite satisfied with his answer, because he called
A naval waiter carrying a tray with a bottle of rum and two glasses.
"Come and have a drink," he said.
Weiss did not take the glass, but took out an engraved silver cup from his arms, which he won from a rich but stupid Spanish gambler. When he was in Macau, he often took out it in front of others.
He brought this beautiful wine glass to show off as proof of his fabricated career as an Italian aristocrat. Now he filled the silver glass with rum: "So, why do you want to drink it?"
"For our cause." Jiang Shan said.
"For our cause." Weiss murmured. He raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp, then raised his hand and threw the exquisite silver wine glass into the sea.