"The hostages are safe."
"Check the surviving captives."
"There are two … We didn't find the mastermind, we probably missed him."
"I didn't miss him, I let him go." Li Gaoliang clicked twice on the wrist-mounted computer on his arm. He said casually while reporting the situation on the scene to the command center. He then looked at the soldier standing next to him and said, "The British Special Forces helicopter will arrive in 17 minutes. Let's clean the deck a little."
The battle was over a few minutes ago.
It couldn't even be called a battle at all; it was a one-sided massacre. There were bloodstains all over the deck, and the gunmen who had been killed were lying on the deck in various places.
Although this was the nature of war, it was still somewhat damaging to the public's image.
After Li Gaoliang detained the two pirate captives in the cabin, he ordered his subordinates to take photos for evidence. He then found the rescued captain and asked him to organize a few crew members who could still walk to clean the stains on the deck with mops and buckets.
Because of the weather, it was a little later than expected.
After twenty minutes of waiting, the four helicopters finally flew to the cargo ship that had been stopped. A few strings of ropes were dropped, and a group of elite soldiers in black combat uniforms descended from the ropes.
However, although these people were indeed elite soldiers who had undergone cruel training, when they stood next to the sci-fi exoskeleton armor, they still looked a little weak.
The tall special forces commander lowered the muzzle in his hand and walked to Li Gaoliang's side. He loosened the mask on his face and spoke.
"From now on, our people will take over here."
Li Gaoliang glanced at him.
"This is international waters."
"We know this is international waters."
Li Gaoliang said slowly, "I mean, you can find a cool place to stay."
"…"
The special forces commander obviously wanted to say something, but under the huge deterrent, he finally swallowed his words. He pressed his right hand on his headset and walked to the side to ask his superior for instructions.
Li Gaoliang ignored him and directed his men to continue with the previous work, including helping the wounded with simple bandaging, searching for living captives, and taking photos of the scene for evidence.
Because they moved fast enough, the battle on the deck ended in less than half a minute. The hostages who were tied up here were not seriously injured other than being a little frightened by the irritant gas.
Left to the side, the British Special Forces did not know what to do. All they could do was stare at each other while waiting for new orders from the chaotic headquarters.
At this time, a helicopter flew over from the sky.
Li Gaoliang raised his head and narrowed his eyes.
The tactical eyepiece increased the magnification and locked onto the logo on the helicopter's body.
Broadcasting helicopter?
BBC？
With a smile on his face, Li Gaoliang glanced at the Royal Secret Service paratroopers on the cabin.
These British reporters ran quite fast.
They almost flew in front of their special forces …
…
On the helicopter.
The violent airflow blew the reporter's handsome blonde hair to the side. Half of the man's body was stretched out as he squinted his eyes at the camera and shouted with all the strength in his body.
"This is the live broadcast of BBC News!"
"We are currently over the 'Oseberg' cargo ship. This cargo ship lost contact with the Baltic Shipping Company three hours ago and deviated from its route, heading straight for the Aurora Borealis cruise ship."
"Two hours ago, it was confirmed through multiple channels that the cargo ship was hijacked by pirates. The United Kingdom, Denmark, Sweden, and China quickly dispatched rapid response forces to rescue …"
"We can see from the deck that the British Royal Secret Service paratroopers have just arrived on the deck. Their professionalism is very … Wait, the battle seems to be over?! It's over?? "
"Please wait a moment … We are getting information from the relevant units!"
"Oh, sh * t! According to the authorities, this cargo ship is currently controlled by the China Orbital Airborne Brigade … Wait, you mean, they claimed that the battle was over an hour ago?! "
"Didn't you say that our special forces set off from the nearest military base? They were actually an hour earlier than us?! "
The narrowed eyes suddenly widened and the British reporter screamed in disbelief.
"How is this possible?!"
…
Yes, how is this possible?!
The BBC reporter wasn't the only one who couldn't believe it. Abrahan, who had escaped from the massacre, also couldn't believe that all of this was true.
Those people weren't human at all.
They were like monsters.
Abrahan, who was wearing a life jacket, waved his arms desperately. He didn't know how far he had been swimming in the sea, but the fear in his heart still did not subside.
For ten years, he had fought more than a dozen guerrilla wars in the jungles and deserts of East Africa. He had seized no less than 20 international aid convoys and looted dozens of fishing boats.
However, even with such rich combat experience, he had never seen such an opponent.
They were more difficult to deal with than the SEALs.
No, to be precise, the two were not comparable at all.
Although the SEALs had some advantages in equipment and firepower, there was no fundamental gap between them and the SEALs. In the right place, the SEALs could also rely on their rich experience in guerrilla warfare to defeat the arrogant Americans.
But in front of such an opponent …
He didn't even have the courage to fight back.
Abrahan finally approached a medium-sized fishing boat. With the help of several dark-skinned sailors, he crawled onto the fishing boat.
At this time, a man with a beard walked to his side, grabbed his collar, and stared at his eyes that were clouded with fear.
"Aurora Borealis! That cruise ship and the people on board, what happened to them now? "
"Sorry —"
Bang!
Smoke floated from the muzzle.
Marach looked at the pupils that had lost their luster. He pulled the trigger and fired a few more shots before he let go of the unrecognizable face and kicked him into the sea.
From Abrahan's embarrassed eyes, he had already guessed the result of this operation. The reason why he asked was that there was still a trace of fantasy in his heart.
Now it seemed that it was just a fantasy.
It was an unrealistic fantasy.
Marach, with a gloomy face, put the pistol back into his pocket. He turned around and ordered his subordinates to clean up the ship. He continued to pretend to be a fishing boat and began to return.
This operation suffered heavy losses.
It seemed that the only thing they could get was the deposit paid by those people.
Fortunately, the deposit wasn't a small amount.
It was more than enough to make up for his losses.
With this in mind, Marach's mood was a little better.
However, would things be that simple?
Marach didn't know that there was a pair of eyes that never left their heads from the beginning to the end …
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