"Hostage safety."

"Check the surviving captives."

"There are two...... The mastermind was not found, so it should have been missed. ”

"It's not that I missed it, I let it go," the index finger clicked twice on the wrist computer on his arm, Li Gaoliang said casually, while reporting the situation to the command center, and then looked at the soldier standing next to him, "The helicopter of the British special forces will arrive in seventeen minutes, and we will clear the deck a little." ”

The battle was over a few minutes ago.

Or that it can't be called a battle at all, it's a completely one-sided slaughter. There was blood everywhere on the deck, and the killed militants were lying staggered on the deck.

Although the essence of war is like this, it is still somewhat damaging to others to see it.

After imprisoning the two pirate captives in the cabin, Li Gaoliang instructed his subordinates to take pictures and collect evidence, and then found the rescued captain and asked him to organize a few crew members who could still walk, carrying mops and buckets to simply clean up the stains on the deck.

Due to the weather, it was three minutes later than expected.

After twenty minutes of waiting, the four helicopters finally flew onto the stalled freighter, and as several strings of ropes were thrown, a group of elite divisions in black combat uniforms descended from the ropes.

However, although these people are indeed elite divisions that have undergone brutal training, when they stand next to the sci-fi exoskeleton armor, they still look a little thin.

Pressing down the muzzle of the gun in his hand, the tall special forces commander walked to Li Gaoliang's side, loosened the mask on his face, and spoke.

"From now on, it's up to our people to take over."

Li Gaoliang glanced at him.

"This is the high seas."

"We know it's the high seas."

Li Gaoliang said unhurriedly: "I mean, you can find a cool place to stay." ”

“……”

The special forces commander obviously wanted to say something, but because of the huge deterrent, he finally held back the words in his mouth, pressed the headset with his right hand, and asked his superiors for instructions.

Li Gaoliang ignored him and instructed his subordinates to continue their previous work, including helping the wounded with simple bandages, searching for still alive captives, and taking photos of the scene for evidence.

Because of the speed of the action, the battle on the deck was over in less than half a minute, and the hostages who were tied here were not in any serious trouble except for some frightening and irritating gases.

The British special forces, left and right, who were left to dry, did not know what to do, so they had to stare at each other with wide eyes while waiting for new orders from the chaotic command.

At this time, a helicopter belatedly flew into the sky.

Li Gaoliang raised his head and squinted.

The tactical eyepiece increased the magnification and locked onto the logo of the helicopter's fuselage.

Broadcast helicopters?

BBC？

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and Li Gaoliang glanced at the royal special service airborne troops in the cabin.

These British reporters were running pretty fast.

Almost flew ahead of their special forces......

……

Helicopter.

The violent air currents blew the reporter's handsome blonde hair crookedly, and I saw that half of the man's body leaned out, squinting his eyes to face the camera, and shouting loudly with all his strength.

"This is a live broadcast of BBC News!"

"We are currently in the skies over the Osaiberg, which lost contact with the Baltic Shipping Company three hours ago and deviated from its course, heading in a straight line along the Northern Lights."

"Two hours ago, it was confirmed through multiple channels that the freighter was hijacked by pirates, and the United Kingdom, Denmark, Sweden, and China quickly dispatched rapid reaction forces to carry out rescue ......."

"We could see from the deck that the Royal Special Service Airborne had just arrived on deck and their professionalism was very ...... Wait, the battle seems to be over?! It's over?? ”

"Please wait...... We are getting information from the relevant units! ”

“…… Oh, Shet! According to the authorities, the freighter is currently under the control of the Huaguo Orbital Airborne Brigade...... Wait, you mean, they declared that the battle was over an hour ago?! ”

"Didn't you say that our special forces were departing from the nearest military base? They were an hour ahead of us?! ”

The squinted eyes suddenly glared at the boss, and the British reporter screamed in disbelief.

"How is this possible?!"

……

Yes, how is this possible?!

Not only did the BBC reporter not believe it, but also Abrahan, who narrowly escaped the killing, could not believe that it was all true.

Those people are not people at all.

They're like monsters.

Brahan was waving his arms desperately and wearing a life jacket, and he had already breaststroked in the middle of the sea for an unknown distance, but the fear in his heart still did not subside in the slightest.

Over the past 10 years, he has fought more than a dozen guerrilla warfare in the jungles and deserts of East Africa, seized no less than 20 convoys of international relief supplies, and plundered dozens of fishing boats.

However, even with such a wealth of combat experience, he had never seen such an opponent.

They are more difficult to tangle than the Navy SEALs.

No, to be precise, the two are not comparable at all.

Although the seals have some advantages in equipment and firepower, they are not fundamentally far behind them, and when they encounter them in the right place, they can also rely on their rich guerrilla experience to fight those arrogant Yankees who can't hold their heads up.

But in front of such an opponent......

He didn't even have the courage to fight back.

Finally approaching a medium-sized fishing boat, Abrahan climbed onto the boat with the help of several dark-skinned sailors.

At that moment, a man with a beard walked up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and stared at his eyes that were clouded with horror.

"Aurora Borealis! What happened to the cruise ship, and the people on board? ”

"I'm sorry—"

Bang——!

Smoke drifted from the muzzle of the gun.

Looking at the tarnished pupils, Marash pulled the trigger and fired a few more shots before letting go of the unrecognizable face and kicking him into the sea.

From the embarrassed look in Abrahan's eyes, he had already guessed the result of this operation, and the reason why he asked was just that he still had a trace of fantasy in his heart.

Now it seems that it was just a fantasy.

And it's also an unrealistic fantasy.

With a haze on his face, Marash withdrew the pistol back into his arms, turned back and beckoned his silent subordinates to clean up the plank, continue to pretend to be a fishing boat, and start heading back.

The operation was costly.

It seems that all they can get is the deposit that those people have paid in advance

But fortunately, those deposits are also a lot of money.

At least it was more than enough to compensate for his losses.

Thinking so, Marash's mood was a little happier.

However, will things be that simple?

Unbeknownst to Marash, there was an eye that never left the top of their heads......