Sure enough, Taylor saw a guy in a black combat uniform lying dead next to the hatch.

Unlike the other sailors, he was not wearing a Royal Navy uniform, and his death was better than that of Lieutenant Commander Jack, with several bullet holes in his chest, and the blood on them had dried up and formed purple scabs. Most strikingly, the man's blond hair was neatly combed, and his hair was relatively long, very different from the slabs of ordinary naval officers and sailors.

Taylor walked over and crouched down beside the corpse.

M606 has been missing for three days, and all the people on board had died three days ago, otherwise as long as one person is still awake, the ship's damaged power system can be reactivated, connected to the communications equipment vendor, and re-contact with the command.

The lieutenant colonel smelled a hint of rancid odor and couldn't help frowning. He moved the light of the tactical flashlight to the guy's hand, reached out, and removed the palm facing down.

Sure enough, there was one below, and like everyone else's gun, the sleeve was also parked in an empty compartment and hung up, and all the bullets were gone.

Taylor knew very well that this was an agent on his crew list, part of the MI6 Africa Division, an intelligence analyst, and the only one who wore no uniform, had oily and shiny hair, and used this precision pistol.

"Let everyone check it out, figure out the cause of death of everyone on the ship and the bullet holes and shells in every corner." Taylor ordered the young officer of the SAS, "If I'm not mistaken, there are only these three shells in this ship." ”

He placed two pistol cartridge casings and an assault rifle cartridge casing in the palm of his hand and tossed them gently.

Lieutenant Colonel Taylor's order was quickly conveyed to the headset of every SAS member participating in the search and rescue operation, and after the command was transmitted, the smart young officer suddenly realized a problem and couldn't help but ask: "SIR, what do you mean ......?"

Taylor looked up, got up from the ground, and sighed: "What do you suspect can be said directly. ”

"Yes!" The young officer said, "You mean that all the people on this ship died under the guns of their own people?" ……”

As soon as the words came out, the young officer also seemed to feel that his reasoning was too ridiculous, and did not go any further.

Taylor stepped out of the cockpit and over to the bow railing, where he could see the entire deck of the M606 spy ship, his slightly hot head finally calming down a little as the fresh sea breeze blew through it.

"Have someone immediately restore the power and power supply systems of the entire ship, and send someone who is proficient in communication equipment to the wheelhouse to restore the communication system as well."

The young SAS officer of the "SIR......" seemed to have some scruples, and according to the rules of operation, it was not advisable to hastily restore power until the entire ship was thoroughly searched, otherwise the lights would alarm the lurking enemy.

"Do as I say." Taylor glanced at the young officer, who was somewhat responsible, and gave the order in an unquestioning tone: "There will be nothing else on board except the dead bodies of the officers and men of the navy......"

Soon, the technician went to the cab, and after some inspection and repair, he also reported to Taylor in confusion: "SIR, the equipment here and all the communication equipment and hard disk data have not been tampered with and are intact." ”

This was supposed to be a piece of news to celebrate, but Taylor's brow furrowed even more when he heard it, and he almost twisted it into a ball.

"What about the power system?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that a bullet hit the relay assembly, causing a short circuit in the whole line, I've already connected it, is it right to turn on the circuit?" The technologist asked.

Taylor nodded, and the technician adjusted the gate to the "NO" position, and the pitch-black M606 suddenly lit up, illuminating the nearby seawater.

"The B1 team reported that after inspecting the deck and control room, only one cartridge casing was found, all of which were fired from naval assault rifles, and the preliminary examination of the bullet holes was also consistent, all of which were caused by assault rifle fire......"

"Team B2 reported that the cabin was inspected, and the situation was exactly the same as that of Group B1, there were no living people, and there was only one type of cartridge casing, which belonged to assault rifles......"

The reports of several sub-groups are the same, and there is nothing new.

The young officer standing beside Lieutenant Colonel Taylor became more and more surprised, and seemed to fit his absurd inference that there was no enemy invasion on board at all, and that everyone was dead under each other's guns.

If so, then the disappearance was not the result of an enemy attack, and there was no third party involved, but an internal strife.

Even, could it be a riot?

These terrible years crossed the young officer's mind, making him almost suspect that he was dreaming. The British Royal Navy has always been known for its loyalty, especially for these officers and soldiers who served on spy ships, because their contact was confidential, so they were even more out of a hundred, especially in loyalty.

Riots and infighting on such military vessels would be a taint on the title of the Royal Navy.

"Look! There are people on the side of the ship! A SAS member leaned down from the side of the boat and saw a sailor dumped in a climbing net on the side of the boat.

The climbing net is convenient for the personnel of the dinghy, usually tied and placed on the side of the boat, when you want to use it, unfasten the button and spread it on the side of the boat, so that the soldiers on the dinghy can board the boat, which is much more convenient than lowering the gangway, so many military ships have always kept this kind of thing.

"Pull him up!" Taylor was a little excited, maybe it was a sailor who didn't die.

Although he knew that the possibility of this was very small, after all, a large living person was hung on the net for three days, even if he was alive, he would die due to exposure to the sun, lack of water, hunger and other reasons during the three days.

Several SAS members dragged the sailors up, and after some inspection, shook their heads at Taylor on the bow of the ship.

"Dead!"

Taylor turned his head and instructed the technical soldiers: "Restore the communication system immediately, get in touch with the headquarters, report the situation, and say that the ship has been found, the power system is fine, and let them send a pilot team on the nearest ship to take over the ship." ”

With that, he strode down the gangway and walked to the side of the ship.

Several SAS soldiers got out of the way, and the lieutenant colonel walked up to the corpse and immediately asked a foul smell. The body was hung online for several days, and the decomposition was much worse than that of the man in the boat.

As far as the eye could see, I saw that this sailor was the worst death Taylor had seen since he boarded the ship, he had been shot at least dozens of times in the body, and he was strafed into a hornet's nest, and he had been shot at least seven or eight times in the head alone, and half of his head was missing.

"Damn! Isn't there a single one left alive?! Taylor stomped his foot, spat into the sea, and slammed his fist into the railing.

For the SAS team, although they found the ship and controlled it, there were a total of seventy-two crew members and one MI6 agent on board, and none of them survived, and the operation was not successful, but only completed.

"Lieutenant Colonel Taylor, find a live mouth!"

Suddenly there was exciting news in the headphones, and Taylor's eyes lit up.

"Where is it!?"