Girard, who was kicked, still had a worried expression on his face.
Davis Barry, on the other hand, looked at the approaching transport boat calmly, his eyes flickering a little, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Soon the transport boat approached the fishing boat, and two hooks flew directly to the fishing boat, connecting the fishing boat and the transport boat together.
The squad leader on the transport boat shouted loudly:
"Brazilian Navy patrol ship, we have received intelligence that we suspect your ship has contraband on board and now need to board and inspect your ship.
Please raise your hands and stand at the side of the ship, waiting for us to board the ship."
When Walkers heard the other party directly say that they suspected there were contraband on their ship, his heart skipped a beat.
Once again, I secretly thanked him for being lucky.
He quickly said:
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“Sir, this must be a misunderstanding, we are just an ordinary fishing boat.
There is absolutely no contraband, and you are welcome to check at any time."
The squad leader on the transport boat listened to his words and his expression became serious.
He raised the muzzle of his gun, as if ready to fire at any time, and continued:
"It is not up to you to decide whether there are any contraband items or not.
All of you raise your hands and stand at the side of the ship for inspection."
As soon as he saw the opponent's actions, Vox knew that he was not joking.
He quickly called out to his younger brother:
"Didn't you hear what the commander said?
Get out there and stand still, put your hands up so the officer can see them."
As he said this, he did not forget to kick a few of his younger brothers who were moving slowly around him.
He looks like a lackey, not at all like a gangster boss.
This can't be blamed on Vox. Doesn't he hate the Marine Patrol?
That was impossible. After all, the other party had just confiscated a whole ship of arms from him, causing him to suffer heavy losses.
But he was a man of insight. When he saw the naval soldiers on the transport boat for the first time, he felt a strong sense of oppression.
These people were completely different from the garrison soldiers he had seen in Recife. He could sense murderous intent from these soldiers at first sight.
He is not the kind of person who uses a gun to intimidate or scare you.
Instead, they are real warriors who will shoot you without hesitation if they notice any unusual behavior from you.
Therefore, he is very nervous now, fearing that his subordinates may make some inappropriate moves and give others a reason to shoot at him.
If he died here without knowing why, it would be a great injustice to him.
It took a lot of effort to get his current status, but he hasn't even started to enjoy it yet!
Besides, this is the ocean, and they have no chance of resisting. Even if they can get rid of the people on the two transport boats, there is still a huge destroyer watching not far away!
If I really dare to resist, others might just open fire on me and others.
After a lot of effort, everyone on the boat raised their hands and stood on the side of the boat.
The squad leader on the transport boat made a gesture, and the Marines rushed onto the fishing boat with their weapons in hand.
As soon as they got on board, no one went to check the cabin or other places. Instead, they took out handcuffs and handcuffed everyone standing on the side of the ship.
This made Vox and others panic, and they protested loudly and wanted to resist.
But the Marines didn't care about your reaction. Anyone who struggled and protested was knocked to the ground by the butt of a rifle.
Their heads were immediately broken and bleeding, and they all lost their voices.
The fishing boat was not big to begin with, and the people that Vox brought with him for the delivery, including Davis Barry, only had a total of fifteen people. Even the bodyguards who followed him every day were not brought along because he suspected that some of them were Davis Barry's spies.
So, although everyone tried to resist, they were all quickly controlled.
Vox even begged for mercy:
"Sir, sir, this is a misunderstanding!
There must be some misunderstanding here.
We are just ordinary fishermen! Why do you handcuff us? "
After hearing what Vox said, the Marine squad leader smiled and said:
“Fishermen?
Have you ever seen a fisherman who doesn’t even smell like fish? "
For a moment, Vox didn't know how to refute this statement. He looked at Davis Barry beside him, but found that this guy had an indifferent expression the whole time.
Although, I don’t know what the other person is thinking.
But Vox knew that he was in trouble this time.
But he was not worried. Although he was not a fisherman, it was impossible for the other party to find any contraband on the boat.
Eventually, he will definitely be released.
Even if any problems are discovered, at most they will be handed over to the police station for handling.
The police station is not the navy fleet. He has someone protecting him. Sending him back to the police station is like sending him home.
Therefore, he quickly calmed down.
When I looked at Davis Barry again, I couldn't help but admire this guy.
It seems that he has figured it all out long ago.
That's why you are so calm!
After controlling the personnel, the Marines began searching various places on the ship, and found several people's weapons in several locked cabinets.
Didn't find anything else.
Seeing this situation, Vox breathed a sigh of relief.
Just when he was thinking about whether he should continue speaking and ask these soldiers to uncuff him and others.
The squad leader waved his hand and said:
"Take them back."
The soldiers responded in unison, and then began to escort them to the transport boat.
This time Vox learned his lesson and said nothing more.
After being forced onto the transport boat, the black man with an afro, Girard, was squatting next to him.
Girard was now obviously very panicked and lowered his voice and said:
"Boss, they won't just shoot us!"
Vox remembered that just before the Marines boarded the ship, this guy asked if they would all be arrested, and now it had come true.
Now he was saying such fatal things again, and Vox was so angry that he wanted to kick him off the boat.
Cursing softly:
“Girard, you bastard, if you can’t speak, don’t speak anymore in the future.”
The people around him also cursed.
This caused the soldiers to punch and kick him.
Even Davis Barry, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but look at him with an expression as if he had discovered a new species.
Soon, they were pressed onto the destroyer USS House.
A gang of gangsters, they had never seen such a big guy before.
It was an exaggerated expression of a country bumpkin entering the city or Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
Everyone was exclaiming in surprise.
Even Vaux and Davis Barry were not immune.
After everyone was taken to the deck of the destroyer, a team of fully armed soldiers ordered them all to squat down, and they did not forget to stretch their necks to look around.
Until a white officer in his thirties with the rank of lieutenant and a small scar on the left forehead came up to them.
Like a lion king patrolling his territory, he casually walked into their midst.
And he paused in front of each of them, as if looking for someone familiar.
After he had looked at everyone, he came to Davis Barry, squatted down and said:
"Mr. Davis Barry, nice to meet you!"
Davis Barry, who had always appeared very calm, suddenly changed his expression and his pupils began to contract violently.
But soon he seemed to be relieved, he let out a long sigh, and his whole body relaxed.
After hearing what the other party said, Vox, who was standing by, also felt a tingling sensation on his scalp?
I suddenly felt that something was wrong. This was not because I suspected that there were contraband on the ship!
It was obvious that he knew the situation of himself and others very well, and this so-called contraband inspection was obviously aimed at him.
Davis Barry, who had relaxed, seemed much more casual.
"I didn't expect this day to come so soon?"
Syrio Reci was a little surprised to hear Davis Barry answer him like this.
"Oh! It seems that Mr. Davis Barry has anticipated the arrival of this day!"
"Sir, this doesn't seem to be the place to talk!"
Davis Barry looked around and smiled carefreely.
The other party's reaction was beyond Sirio Recchi's expectations.
However, the other party's attitude shows that he may not encounter any resistance this time.
He was happy to see this happen.
He smiled and said:
"Yes, Mr. Davis Barry is right."
After saying that, he turned to look at Vox on the side and said:
"This must be Mr. Vox!
How about you two have a good chat with me today?"
At this moment, when Vox saw the smiling face of Sirio Reci, he felt cold all over.
My teeth were chattering uncontrollably.
It's not that he is timid, but he has realized that he may have been caught in a terrible vortex this time.
One wrong move could result in your body being shattered to pieces.
But he obviously had no way to refuse the request of the officer in front of him.
Holding back the urge to urinate, Vox shivered and said:
"I...I listen to my superior."
Sirio Regis nodded with satisfaction, stood up and said to the people who followed him:
"First, lock these two up in two separate rooms. I want to talk to them individually."
Several agents from the Second Section of the Logistics Department behind him responded in unison and walked into the crowd.
After signaling the two men to stand up, he took them to a room that had been prepared long ago.
Sirio Regis took a look at the other brothers squatting on the ground and said:
"Let's find a place to detain the others first. After we have interrogated those two, we will interrogate them one by one."
Two more agents appeared behind him and responded by following orders.
Soon Davis Barry was taken to a cabin on the warship. The space was very small and there was a small round window through which one could see the scenery on the sea.
The agents who escorted him in handcuffed him to an iron table.
The position of the handcuffs was very tricky, just about ten centimeters above the knees.
He could only squat, and if he stood up he would have to keep bending over. It would be perfect if he sat down, but there was obviously no place for him to sit in the room.
In this situation, he could only continue squatting by the wall.
The agent who escorted him in sat down behind the desk, opened the notebook on the desk, and didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.
Davis Barry didn't think it was a big deal at first, as being a bald man would attract a lot of attention.
When he walks on the street, people often stare at him. He is somewhat used to other people's looks.
But something is not right today.
The agent in front of him looked at him with absolutely no emotion, as if he was looking at a dead person.
This made him shudder for no reason.
After persisting for a while, he couldn't help but speak:
"Sir, didn't I say I wanted to talk to you?
Are you talking to me?"
The agent ignored him and said nothing, just continued to look at him coldly.
This made him feel a chill down his spine, as if he were a prey being targeted by a ferocious beast, with all the hair on his body standing up.
But he was handcuffed tightly in place and couldn't move.
Even if I wanted to change my posture, I couldn't do it, and my feet soon became numb from squatting.
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