On the pitch-black sea, the M606 spy ship floated silently on the water, gently undulating with the waves.

In the distance, two "Grayback Falcon" propellers pierced the air, engines roared over the hull, and huge and snow-bright lampposts illuminated the entire sea white.

On a "Grayback Falcon", a SAS team member stood on the rack outside, holding the grip of the M134 Gatling, vigilantly observing and alerting the situation on the ship.

The two helicopters circled twice in the air, the black rope dropped on the deck like a long snake, and the SAS soldiers landed on the ship one after the other like black beads threaded into the rope.

The team members were divided into two groups, Group A searched the control room and wheelhouse in the bow direction, and Group B searched the stern and cabin.

The two "Greyback Falcons" in the sky hovered for a while, and randomly left after receiving orders from Lieutenant Colonel Taylor, at this time, the situation of the M606 had been transmitted back to the Sierra Leone Operational Command through the radio waves, and a "Niterói"-class missile frigate departed from the port of Freetown and headed for the waters of the Banana Islands.

Lieutenant Colonel Taylor, dressed in a camouflage immersion suit and armed with a Glock 17 pistol, followed the three team members towards the spiral staircase leading to the wheelhouse.

"Stop!" One of the team members in the front squatted down in the dark, and in the green night vision goggles, he dodged behind a winch, raised his fist and made a tactical sign language to stop the advance, and then pressed down with his palm, signaling the people behind him to squat.

After a brief observation, the SAS member raised three fingers, touched his left cheek, and raised his hand to shoulder level, palm-down in a few tactical sign languages.

Taylor knew that the front team had spotted someone, and it was three adults, and he asked his team to cover himself.

The two SAS team members in the back immediately took aim at their guns, and the first team member slowly approached the target, and soon, he seemed to be stunned in the dark, and after a few seconds, he suddenly stood up and made a safe tactical sign language to the back.

"It's our people, they're all dead."

Taylor followed the team forward and walked to the spiral staircase, where he was greeted by a shocking scene, three Royal Navy soldiers with assault rifles lying on the side of the spiral staircase, several of them with bullet holes in their heads, and one of them even had his head swept into a rotten watermelon, apparently there had been a violent shootout.

Soon, the reports of each squad came one by one.

"Five dead bodies were found in the electronic monitoring room...... There were no alive mouths, no traces of the enemy, there were fierce shootouts, and our men died from gunshot wounds......"

"Six people were found in the cab...... All killed, from gunshot wounds, there are bullet holes everywhere here......"

"Two bodies were found in the stern, dead from gunshot wounds......"

All the intelligence shows that there are only dead people here, and no living people have been found for the time being, let alone the shadow of the enemy.

"SIR, I THINK YOU SHOULD COME UP TO THE CAB AND TAKE A LOOK, THERE'S SOMETHING ...... HERE" A SAS OFFICER SEEMED SUSPICIOUS AND DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO REPORT TO TAYLOR.

"What's the situation?" Taylor asked.

"Here......" the officer still seemed suspicious, "I think you'd better come up and see for yourself......"

Taylor ascended the spiral staircase to the third floor of the wheelhouse, where the ship's wheelhouse was located, and as soon as he entered the door, a strong smell of blood entered his nostrils.

In the dark cab, the bright lights of several tactical flashlights were flickering, Taylor unloaded his night vision goggles, took out the tactical flashlight from his waist, turned it on and looked around.

"SIR......" The officer leaned closer to him and said, "Something is very wrong here......"

"What's wrong?" Taylor noticed that the enemy he hit with his flashlight was full of bullet holes, and even the glass of the cab was swept with bullet marks, and a rough estimate estimated that more than 200 rounds of bullets had been fired here.

The fact that so many guns were fired in such a narrow place shows how cruel the enemy who invaded this ship was, and they didn't even think of leaving them alive, it was a complete execution-style massacre!

"I found out that there were only three cartridge casings here, one for assault rifles, one for Koch P9, and a dozen more for USP cartridge casings...... Among them, there were the most bullet casings, with hundreds of rounds. The SAS officer crouched down, picked up a few shell casings from the ground, and reached under his flashlight.

Assault rifles are standard firearms issued by the British army, standard weapons, and it is not surprising to find the cartridge casings of assault rifles here.

But Taylor immediately realized a serious problem. If there are more than 100 rounds of assault rifle cartridges here, which means that someone fired at least 100 shots here with an assault rifle, according to such a theory, it makes no sense to exchange fire with the enemy, then what about the enemy's cartridge casings?

Could it be that those who invaded the M606 actually captured the spy ship in a hail of bullets from naval soldiers without firing a single shot?

If so, the intruder's manpower can only be described as terrifying, and even the SAS team members are unlikely to be able to do this.

"Are the two pistol cartridge casings the enemy's?" Taylor quickly remembered that there were two more shells.

"I don't think it's ......" The young SAS officer pointed the tactical flashlight on the M4A1 in one direction, where lay a naval officer, who seemed to be a lieutenant colonel with the same rank as himself, if I guessed correctly, there was only Captain Jack on the list who had such a high rank on this ship.

However, at this time, Jack was in a very bad condition, with three bullets in his body and three in his face, and his face was so broken that he was almost unrecognizable.

"I'm guessing this is Captain Jack." Taylor walked over to the corpse and crouched down, reached into the neckline, flipped his military badge out, and looked at it under the flashlight.

Sure enough, it was Jack.

Taylor sighed and shoved the general's card back into the corpse's neckline. He suddenly noticed that Jack was still holding a Koch P9 pistol in his hand, but the bullets had been emptied, and the sleeve was back in an empty state.

"Bring me the pistol shell." Taylor turned his head sideways, and the young SAS officer handed over the two pistol cartridge casings in his hand.

After taking a closer look at the two pistol cartridge casings in his hand, Taylor quickly came to the conclusion that he should trust his hard-trained boys.

The young officer was right in his judgment, one was a pistol cartridge case for the Koch P9, and the other was a USP cartridge case. BECAUSE THE KOCH P9 USES A 9X19 MM MIGRU BULLET, AND ALTHOUGH IT IS ALSO A 9MM CALIBER PISTOL, THERE ARE TWO MODELS, AND THE FORMER GENERALLY USES 0. The 40-inch Smith-Wesson pistol cartridge, which is generally used in the 9×19mm Balabellum pistol cartridge, is 0 from this cartridge case. The cartridge case of the 40-inch Smith-Wesson pistol bullet was something that another Koch P9 pistol could not fire.

This kind of pistol with a point of 40 caliber is usually used by the military intelligence department, which made Taylor suddenly remember something, and a terrible thought immediately rose in his heart.

He shone his tactical flashlight around every corner, and soon saw a scene he didn't want to see.