Chapter 47: Rescue Mission

Lin Rui and the rest of the team stood for a while, waiting for Fernandez's lecture. ``し

The training hall at the Sunken Island base made him feel a little dull. The projector in front shows a chart of an uncharted sea. Lin Rui was not used to Fernandez's silence, and he was not even used to his roaring voice. But he also knew that once Fernandez stopped yelling, then something must have happened.

Fernández looked at everyone in silence, and only after a while did he take out a piece of paper and shouted in a deep voice. "Command!"

Lin Rui and other team members immediately stood upright. They didn't have to, because they were just mercenaries and had no discipline requirements, but Fernandez liked to let them do that. Because he asked them to look more like real military men.

"Take a break. Fernandez said coldly, he clasped his hands behind his back, his knotted muscles tensed, and he seemed to be a little nervous.

This made Lin Rui nervous.

Fernandez walked up to the podium, "Good morning, soldiers, I have a message. The order from above has decided to test your combat skills. You have a new target: a pirate base in the Gulf of Aden. ”

The projector projected a nautical chart behind him, then zoomed in so that everyone could clearly see the small island in the picture. "There are four main groups of pirates active in Somali waters, and the most threatening of them is Abadi Efuya, who claims to be the commander of the Somali Marine Corps. This notorious pirate killed its crew in 2006, hijacked the Chinese fishing boat Tianyu 8 in 2008, hijacked a Ukrainian cargo ship carrying large quantities of munitions such as main battle tanks, and Saudi Arabia's giant oil tanker Sirius. Deakin Island is his old nest. ”

A strategic map appears on the screen, dotted with small icons representing islands and reefs. "There are more than a dozen small islands here. Fernández continued, "Efuya used this to dodge the army's blows, and she continues to survive to this day. For a long time, it was thought that these pirates were nothing more than stragglers, unorganized and no longer threatening. Recently, however, the situation has changed.

"There is evidence that one of the small islands has been exploited, and they have built a base in it. When the search force entered the area, it was either found nothing or was attacked by heavy firepower. The Military Intelligence Agency (MIA) has evidence of internal security breaches in Somalia - information is being relayed to them by certain pirate sympathizers. It's no surprise that the locals have never been reliable. These people are either pirates or pirate families. ”

Fernández dragged the picture on the display, and a picture appeared on the map: a black man with thinning hair and a messy beard.

"This is the head of the pirates. Fernández explained, "General Abadi Efoa. This is an official Somali photo, the authenticity of which has yet to be verified. But this guy is in big trouble. In a recent kidnapping, he kidnapped a person with a special identity. ”

"Your mission is to infiltrate the pirate base, find the kidnapper, and take him to territory controlled by the Somali military. Make sure he's alive and unharmed. ”

Fernandez exhaled, let go of the wrist clasped behind his back, and cleared his throat. "This operation is different from the previous ones, you will fight the enemy with real guns. As you do to them, they do to you. If there is any doubt or confusion - try not to make this mistake, although there will always be something that confuses you in battle - do not try your luck. Kill first, then ask questions. ”

"The support we can provide is limited to ammunition and supplies on this island," Mr. Fernández continued, "to minimize the possibility of leaks." ”

Fernández walked over to the projector, and General Abadi Efuya's face vanished, replaced by a blueprint of a cargo ship.

"Although we have not yet been able to determine the exact location of this pirate base, it is possible to determine where it regularly receives supplies. The goat, a cargo ship not affiliated with any company, will leave the port of Mogadishu in six hours. It carried enough food and water to meet the needs of the pirates. In addition, the captain was confirmed to be Efuya's man. You're going to slip on the boat, take a boat to their base, infiltrate the base, rescue the hostages, and try to get out of that damn island. ”

He finally said, "What's the problem?"

"Sir," Lin Rui asked, "how do we evacuate?"

"You have two options: one is to press the pre-arranged panic button, send a signal, and someone from the local warlord will come and answer you. The second is to return directly to the sunken island, and we will stay in a predetermined sea area...... But the well is not waiting for you indefinitely. The deadline is thirteen hours. He pointed to the map, and a blue mark appeared in the southern sea on the side of the island, "You can choose for yourself." However, I must point out that the islands and reefs in this area are complex...... Even the MIA can't do a carpet search. So when things get tricky, you're on your own. ”

"Still have questions?"

The team members stood silently.

"No? Listen, rookies. Fernández added, "This time I'll tell you everything I know." Be prepared to deal with any situation," he looked at Zhao Jianfei, "Zhao Jianfei, you are now the captain." You have to bring that hostage, along with your teammates, back safely. ”

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Jianfei replied calmly.

"Distribution of equipment and weapons. Meet in one hour. We'll drop you off at the port of Mogadishu, and then you'll be on your own. ”

"Yes, Nagamiya. Zhao Jianfei replied.

Fernández saluted and left the room.

Zhao Jianfei looked back at his team members, "Lin Rui, Ivan, Yelena, you will see me in the armory in ten minutes." You have an even more important task ahead of you: wait here and get acquainted with the mission briefing in your hands. I need your professional advice. ”

The armory on the sunken island is dazzling with combat equipment on display. A table is stacked with guns, daggers, communicators, medical kits, survival kits, portable computers, diving equipment, and even a miniature submersible thruster that can be used underwater.

More important than equipment is his team, Zhao Jianfei has always thought so.

Yelena, with her hands crossed over her chest, stood in a corner. She still looked slender and beautiful, with smooth blond hair, but her face still had a wild charm. She familiarly sorted out her weaponry, disassembling a sniper weapon into a waterproof bag. She's always been the quietest of the group. She was pale-skinned, with green eyes under her blonde hair. She is an artist in the field of sniper shooting.

Ivan sat on a stool with Jiro's legs on his feet, spinning a dagger with a sharp blade. At all times, this British special forces soldier is as thick and strong as a rock, and as silent as a rock. His weapons of choice were automatic rifles and pistols, and because of his covert operations, the weapons he chose were equipped with silencers.

Lin Rui circled around the table and picked up a set of sleek black coveralls. His number is embroidered on the chest of the dress. "This is our new training uniform? We're not going to fight in this, are we?"

"The military intelligence provided," Zhao Jianfei explained, "is a diving suit, and a diving device." Not the best, but adequate. ”

They used this black tights before. This is modified and made of lightweight polymer materials and is well sealed. The only downside is that it's not very comfortable to wear.

"It's too tight. Ivan frowned and said, "This will hinder my movements." ”

"We had to wear this stuff on this mission. Zhao Jianfei told him, "It is very likely that the cargo ship will not dock, and will transport supplies through guò boats." So we need to be ready to dive to the island. For the rest, you can bring whatever you want...... But be lightweight. In that damn place, we didn't have any scouting, we had to move as fast as we could...... Otherwise, you will have to wait for death. ”

The whole team began to sort out their weapons