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It's night, and the lights are still on in a cabin in the Staten Island garrison.

In the small room, a middle-aged Dutch fat man sat alone in the middle of the room, the low wooden stool barely able to bear his weight, creaking as his restless ass writhed.

A white chandelier dismantled from a certain ship hung above his head, like a lamp in the dark night, imprinting his fat face with a scruffy beard from top to bottom.

Opposite the fat Dutch man, there was a wooden table, and behind it sat a young man in military uniform, with an anchor chain on his armband, which seemed to belong to a petty officer of the Maritime Guard. Next to the petty officer, a young man in a suit and leather shoes sat side by side.

On the side of the wooden table stood a European, Brest, an English priest who was fluent in Dutch, who was in charge of translating Dutch into English.

The whole scene looks as strict and depressing as a secret interrogation.

"Name." The men in the suit leaned back in their chairs, almost looking at each other with their nostrils. The junior officer on one side was holding a pencil in his hand and waiting to be recorded in a notebook.

"Monti de Reit......"

With a bald head, he was dressed in numb clothes that were uniformly distributed after disinfection. The Dutch boatswain, who had inexplicably become a "prisoner of war", shivered a little nervously, and the strange light source above his head actually made him feel cold sweat.

"Oh? Or a nobleman? ”

The poor guy shook his head when he heard this, and then nodded again: "I'm just a sailor...... However, his ancestors fought under the Prince of Orange. ”

Prince of Orenji? The man in the suit glanced at Priest Brest, noncommittal.

"Age."

"42 years old, sir......"

"Gender...... This can be left untranslated...... Well, the position? ”

"Mermaid Boatswain ......"

After a few minutes, the petty officer closed the journal and said that there was no more value to record. The man in the suit adjusted his posture slightly, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and showed a playful smile: "Okay, Mr. Monty, I think you already know the reason why we interrogated you today...... Now, we arrest you for unlawful armed invasion, and what awaits you is thirty years of hard labor or ...... The death penalty, of course, depends on the opinion of the judge and the jury. This is your confession, please sign it. ”

"Oh! No! Sir, I'm not a captain, I'm just a boatswain! I'm totally doing my duty on the water, and Mr. Andrian is our real employer! ”

Thirty years of hard labor?! Death penalty?! Poor Dutchman short boatswain's face was rotten, and his lips were trembling.

"I am also fulfilling the duties of the Homeland Security Agency of the United States of America to combat any criminal acts that attempt to undermine the homeland security of our country. Obviously, you have infiltrated our territory from the sea many times in the past few years, and have engaged in illegal transactions with local Indians, and the trade items involve contraband such as weapons that are detrimental to the security of the homeland. ”

The man in the suit shook his head, and the face of the priest Brest was full of sympathy, and the petty officer on the side couldn't help but turn his head, but it seemed to be laughing.

God, were you here a few years ago? The fat sailors were about to cry.

"The actions of the two ships with heavy weapons, almost all of whom were armed with weapons, and the attempt to shell our coastal defense military installations, as a boatswain, have constituted an irrefutable military invasion."

The man in the suit was still chattering, as if he wanted to turn all the grievances and grievances he had been over for more than half a year since the crossing into a threat to the poor boatswain.

"Oh God...... Please forgive me......" The boatswain cowered on the ground and began to weep.

"Ahem...... Mr. Monty, I'm sorry. However, as an investigator for the Department of Homeland Security, I can also give you a special option. ”

The man in the suit walked around the wooden table and walked up to the limp Dutchman, smiling.

"Oh! I beg you to ...... sir"

The terrible young man in front of him seemed to have turned into a winged angel at this moment, and the boatswain's eyes were full of tears and snot, and he almost hugged the other party's legs.

"Ahem...... Mr. Monty, you can choose to serve us, so that you can get rid of the prisoner of war status by surrendering to sincerity, so that you only need to be checked by the military department to bypass the judicial process......" The young man in the suit squatted down with a smile, pressed the Dutchman's shoulder, and said in a very soft tone, "Even your family can be treated the same as you." ”

After translating these, the English priest Brest couldn't help but slander in his heart, these Yankees are really shameless, maybe Captain Adelaide was "hired" by them like this, right?

"You're saying Michelle can be innocent too?! Well, I'm willing to serve you! Monty, the Dutchman, nodded violently, without the slightest hesitation.

Michelle is an ordinary sailor who worked with him on the Mermaid, and his son, a young sailor who is only 14 years old but already has 4 years of experience at sea.

The son was even going to open fire when the Mermaid's side deck was shattered by a 24-pound shell, even though almost all the sailors were scared away.

"No, not for me, it's for the U.S. government." The man in the suit stood up and secretly glanced at the junior officer who was still serious behind the wooden table.

"Alright, it's over, Pastor Brest, I'm glad you could help us. You may be pardoned for this in the near future. ”

The door opened, the guards took the deadly Dutch boatswain out, and the English priest Brest ended his mission, but before leaving the door, the man in the suit said something to Brest, which made the honest Englishman almost jump for joy.

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"Sun Yang, what is the use of this person? Why do you take it so seriously?! ”

There were only two young men left in the room, and the man in the suit breathed a sigh of relief, and showed a puzzled expression to the little officer who was still sitting behind the wooden table.

"Their captain already knew about these people, but we stumbled upon the baby."

Sun Yang, a 25-year-old junior officer of the Maritime Guard, used to be an officer of the political department of a certain naval aviation base, and was involved in a crossing incident because he accompanied his girlfriend on a trip.

"Monty's son Michelle? The 14-year-old child sailor? ”

"Although I used to be in the navy, including Captain Wang Tiehammer, as naval soldiers, we know the stories of every maritime hero in history." Sun Yang nodded, lit a cigarette, and seemed to be selling Guanzi.

"Let me think about it...... Dutch...... A maritime hero of the 17th century? ”

Liu Yun, a second-rate lawyer, opened his own private detective agency, because he was entrusted by his employer to follow a third-rate model of a tour group, and the result was inexplicably in the 17th century.

"Michel Adrianson de Leit?" Liu Yun chewed on this name that felt very unfamiliar, and he didn't have a clue for a long time.

"It's a matter of translation, and in our books, we call him Michel Adrianson de Ruitre. Dutch admiral, unrivaled maritime commander in all of Europe in the mid-17th century! At the age of 10, he became a trainee sailor, and at the age of 28, he became a captain! Sun Yang clenched his fists hard, his eyes lit up, "Now that he is so young, he has revealed a brave and aggressive personality, and he has a strong talent for maritime strategy, think about it, if their father and son can serve us, then ten years from now, ......"

"Well, you are in the navy, and you are such a virtue, with a special habit of maritime history...... Even the children are not spared. Liu Yun shrugged his shoulders and sat down tiredly, "My mission is over, right?" ”

"Hmm...... But I see you do have a talent for it. Sun Yang handed over the cigarette with a smile and patted the other party's shoulder, "He is also a very capable person, no worse than Yan Xiaosong." ”

"Then if we don't find a committee, we'll really set up a homeland security agency?" Liu Yun's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Uh...... I think it's better to forget it, I wonder if you even get the CIA out one day. Sun Yang quickly stood up and walked out, with a teasing smile on his face, "But I can guarantee that the fifty or so Dutchmen here will treat you as Satan for some time to come." ”

"Hehe, that feels good, too!"

Liu Yun took a cigarette in his mouth and began to fantasize about his image of dominance in the future......

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