I've seen my share of storms, but this one was just a bit too fierce.
Once the captain saw a landmark, he started ruddering furiously. The round rudder, which resembled a steering wheel, spun to the right like a top, round and round.
The ship struggled to turn in the wind and waves.
"Boss, we need to find a small island to dock. If we head south, we'll soon encounter the center of the typhoon. That's where the typhoon's strongest winds are; if we encounter it, we're guaranteed to capsize," the old boatman said, vigorously turning the rudder.
"Okay, I'll do as you say," Xing Baohua nodded. He was also fed up with this kind of nerve-wracking adventure.
Wireless silence, no external support. Now that we've left Japanese waters, we can rest assured; stability is the most important thing.
The captain was quite familiar with this area of water. It took him more than an hour to find an island where fishing boats were already moored and connected together, docked at a pier.
These fishing boats rise and fall with the wind and waves, looking quite spectacular, but they are actually huddled together for warmth.
Xing Baohua's rented fishing boat was also moored on the outer perimeter, and the crew threw the mooring ropes onto the other boat's side to secure them.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
That's safe now.
The crew members next to them asked where the ship came from, and whether they hadn't heard any weather forecasts or anything. Were they heading south against the typhoon?
The boat captain said the radio was broken and he couldn't hear it.
Although they tried to cover it up, the observant crew members on the other side seemed to have noticed something.
The crowded people in the cockpit didn't look like people who made a living at sea all year round.
These days, the only ways to make money by running around are either walking on stilts or transporting people.
The fishing boat moored to the side has "闽A09876" written near its bow. It has a very strong sense of responsibility!
They immediately notified the maritime authorities of the discovery via their ship's radio.
Just as Xing Baohua found a safe haven, the Japanese had gone completely mad.
The dozen or so special agents couldn't even get through one corridor. Six were injured, and three died.
While jumping up and down and yelling "Baka!", he called for backup.
Instead of reinforcements, a bunch of Marines arrived. Well, that counts as reinforcements.
The firepower suddenly intensified, and bullets seemed to be flying everywhere as they began firing at the cover points in the corridor.
The first and second guards were already heavily surrounded and could not break through. They could only use advantageous cover points to launch counterattacks.
Every corner of the corridor and every stairwell is a battleground where every second counts.
With the addition of the Marines, their numbers increased by several dozen, and their firepower became even more ferocious. Number One and Number Two were suppressed and unable to retaliate, and besides, they were running low on ammunition.
Although Little Ma also uses a Beretta, I've never seen him change the magazine. But they're different; they only have one and a half magazines left out of their five.
The tug-of-war continued, and they had been held back for more than half an hour. The Japanese response team continued to send reinforcements, and high-ranking officials also appeared.
Upon meeting with the people from Meiji, they learned that the data had been stolen.
They knew better than anyone how important the base data was, so they ordered that it be carried out alive.
The firepower immediately decreased significantly, which gave Number One and Number Two a chance to counterattack.
The casualties on both sides immediately increased significantly. Experts could tell from the opponent's methods that they were very professional, either professional spies or professional mercenaries.
They're all the same anyway; their military skills and courage are exceptional. They can even go toe-to-toe with them in a closed building, which is truly ferocious.
Unfortunately, the other side always used short weapons. If they had been given automatic weapons, there would have been chaos.
Television stations and media outlets all came.
Of course, I couldn't tell the truth. I just said that a bunch of robbers went to the wrong place and thought the underground computer room was an underground vault.
Fortunately, the R and J security forces reacted swiftly, trapping the thugs inside the building. It is believed they will be captured alive soon.
This is the official statement to the media.
I don't believe you for a second. The Marines are here, and you call them robbers? What kind of robbers could possibly alarm the Marines?
It's not like they didn't take pictures of the injured Marines, is it?
Various speculations and conjectures arose, with some saying it was about the theft of important US data, others saying it was about terrorism and the bombing of their communication equipment, and so on.
The more they try to cover it up, the bigger the scandal becomes, which is exactly what these media outlets like, as they can amplify the topic to an extreme degree.
With the assistance of the surrounding logistics personnel, No. 3 and No. 4 have left the scene.
Now they are just waiting for an opportunity to leave. Due to the weather, they can only stay in their previous safe house.
These are all rented through legitimate channels. As long as you don't leave the house on the 3rd and 4th, everything will be fine.
Although things were in complete chaos outside, Number Three and Number Four knew that Number One and Number Two were not going to get out.
This group of people has a tradition.
The last piece or the last mine will be kept for oneself, and one might even try to take a few with him.
Lei and the others each had three.
It's the American-style pineapple; this thing is powerful. In an open area, no one within a fifteen-meter radius can stand up.
Just as Number Three and Number Four had thought, Number One and Number Two had used up all their bullets. Number One came out with his hands raised, while Number Two, with a leg injury, sat and waited to be captured.
As soon as Number One appeared, he was immediately bombarded with over a dozen Qs.
Just as someone was about to pull off his stockings, a crisp "ding" sound was heard. Several Marines gasped upon hearing it, muttering "shit" and "fuck" before dropping to the ground.
The foolish Japanese special agents were still nervously watching this desperate criminal, trying to figure out what he was up to—some were taking off his stockings, others were preparing to handcuff him.
After a few counts, there was a loud bang.
One section collapsed.
If a person can still move and wail on the ground, it means there's still a chance of saving them.
Although Number Two was leaning against the wall, he heard a loud bang and a smile appeared on his lips.
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