"There are no submarines, your fleet."

At the beginning of June.

The U.S. Pacific Fleet had already arrived off the coast of the Japanese mainland, which was only 1,500 nautical miles away, and at this time, the commander of the fleet was looking at the two planes in the sky and the six converging frigates nearby, a little stunned and a little envious.

Envy both.

The four-engine aircraft, as you can see at a glance, is a turboprop engine, with a power-to-weight ratio far exceeding that of the B29 star engine, and the aerodynamic shape is much better.

As for the frigate, although he did not know the internal structure, but with a displacement of fifteen hundred tons, as well as the configuration of a small number of weapons, the comfort of its crew can be imagined - it is simply a yacht.

"Nope."

Hearing the question, he subconsciously answered.

"That's good."

The second on the opposite side replied with a message.

Instinctively, the commander realized that something was wrong.

There seems to be something wrong with this information?

But I don't feel like there's anything wrong with it!

Underwater communication has always been a problem, although the commander of the Yankee fleet knows the route of the submarine force and knows that it is nearby, but the slightest difference in navigation is a hundred kilometers away.

So this one is around, the range is huge.

Just when he was confused, the plane in the distance moved, and began to reduce its altitude, and at the same time, on the sea, the two frigates also began to accelerate, crossing towards the same sea area.

Could it be...

At this moment, an idea suddenly appeared in the heart of the American commander, and suddenly he was drenched in cold sweat behind his back.

He instinctively wanted to speak, to tell the person on the other side that there was an American submarine here, but suddenly stopped, because once he explained, it would mean that the mission had failed.

Thinking of this, he could only look at the sea in the distance, his back was still drenched in cold sweat, and his heart was silently praying.

Woohoo·····

In his field of vision, the bows of the two frigates, two on each ship, a total of four multi-pack depth charge dropping devices, burst out of fierce white smoke, and 50-kilogram depth charges poured in like a school of fish.

"Inform them..."

Seeing this scene, the American commander could no longer hold back and shouted loudly.

But.

It seems to be late.

Three submarines operating in clusters under water, anti-submarine aircraft have long been spotted, and the joint surface frigates, the three submarines are tracked firmly, and the depth, direction and speed are accurately marked on the chart.

Even the depth on the depth charge was set.

Depth charges need to be detonated at a set depth before they can be fired.

In this way, the commander of the American fleet did not have time to react, and saw a series of explosions suddenly bulge on the surface of the water, and then black oil began to surface, as well as some floating object parts.

And in the communication channel, the other party's voice also appeared:

"We just sank three devil submarines."

"Is there anything wrong?"

When he opened his mouth, the American commander didn't say a word for a long time, and he looked at the oil stain, and the whole person was stunned for ten minutes.

and his body is not used, but at this time his mind is spinning.

There are three places of oil pollution, that is to say, all three submarines were sunk or even destroyed, and depth charges are extremely lethal to submarines, not to mention this kind of large-scale saturation drop.

All three submarines must have died.

And.

Being able to sink so quickly, that is, this group has been tracking their own three submarines.

No wonder they asked themselves if they had submarines, probably because they were afraid of a mistake!

Wrong!

Suddenly, the American commander reacted.

This group of people is not afraid of hitting them by mistake.

They did it on purpose.

"Congratulations to your fleet!"

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the anger in his heart, the American commander could only grit his teeth and swallow the matter, and even congratulated him.

It is absolutely impossible to admit that these submarines belong to our own.

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"Sunk?"

Ping'an County, after Li Yunlong put down the phone, the smile on the corner of his mouth was particularly rampant, and Zhao Gang on the side understood, and immediately asked.

"Yes."

Li Yunlong nodded.

"How did they react?"

Zhao Gang continued to ask.

"Retreated."

Li Yunlong replied.

"Pretty smart."

Zhao Gang smiled.

"Hmph."

Li Yunlong snorted twice, his tone was a little regretful.

If Uncle Sam's fleet continues to advance, then he has prepared a lot of hard dishes, such as the devil submarine breaking through the defensive circle and sinking one or two warships.

On Ito's side, there are quite a few members of the Devil Navy.

"They know?"

Zhao Gang continued to ask.

"Definitely."

Li Yunlong smiled:

"The intercepted telegram shows that the American commander has understood what is going on and reported it to their president."

Meanwhile.

Ping'an County also issued a circular today saying that anyone who dares to shield and accept war criminals is an enemy and will open fire without notice.

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"Mr. President."

The White House, the presidential palace, an urgent telegram reached Franklin's ears:

"Three submarines were sunk."

"Who did it?"

Franklin almost stood up.

"Them."

The secretary handed the telegram to the president.

“······”

Looking at the detailed telegram in his hand, Franklin took a deep breath, seemed to be angry, his fist clenched very tightly, and after holding this breath for a while, he spit out heavily, and then pulled out a hand and rubbed his forehead.

He was angry that three of his own submarines were sunk, or that someone else had sunk them on purpose.

But he can only be angry.

Not only can they not retaliate, but they cannot admit that their own submarine was sunk, so they can only suffer in silence. The fleet that was originally going to go to the devil's mainland could only retreat, otherwise the devil knew what else would happen.

The other party really dared to do it.

"Strengthen restrictions on the outflow of talent and suspend flights between the two sides."

Taking a deep breath, President Franklin gritted his teeth:

"Especially in the chemical industry, mechanical talents."

This was the only way he could think of to get revenge on the other party.

"Also."

He continued:

"Let the military speed up the surrender handover in the subcontinent."

Along with the sinking of the submarine, there was also the news that the proclamation from the other side of the shore was a statement against the United States, which he knew of course was aimed at, just for, but Franklin was not afraid at all.

Who to bluff?

What can you do if you surrender?

Just for such a thing, to beat me across the Pacific Ocean? Enemies of the United States and the Allies?

Franklin is not too worried about the other party and the mustache walking together, there is no possibility of cooperation between the two sides strategically, that group does not have the same navy as the devil, and there is no direct conflict of interest with the United States at present.

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At the beginning of June.

Pellas Bay.

After 14 days of sailing, the 10,000-ton fast transport ship from Guam arrived quietly and then anchored near a hidden island, all three days after this.

"It's today."

The monk took out a piece of information, pointed to a photo in the information, and said:

"The gang of war criminals will arrive at Pellas Bay at noon today, thirty kilometers from us, and the mastermind is called Dover."

"We'll leave in three hours."

With that, he looked around.

Because of the small number of people in the special team and the special tasks, every time the team members are in a meeting, all the team members are there at this time.

"Yes."

Everyone responded in unison, their tones excited.

I came out for more than ten days, and I was full of interest from the beginning, fighting with English every day, scrambling to drive a helicopter to play, and the straight one was broken, but fortunately, there were no casualties.

Up to now, without the helicopter, facing the lonely and empty sea every day, everyone is a little bored, just thinking about completing the task quickly and then going home.

Of course, there is another reason.

After capturing those war criminals, they can play three straight two with impunity.

Even if it crashes, it's nothing.

At the end of the meeting, everyone was enthusiastic about preparing equipment.

The snipers picked up 7.62mm full-power sniper rifles with scopes, and most of them brought new automatic rifles modeled after the Bayi bar, five magazines, high-powered 9mm pistols, grenades, and stun bombs.

Someone else had a grenade launcher and was covered with ammunition, smoke grenades, and anti-personnel grenades.

Judging from the appearance, it is the famous M79 grenade launcher, which is a recent equipment, because there is no demand, there is almost no possibility of fighting in the near future, so it is first equipped with special squads, as well as elite infantry battalions, and then gradually equipped with the whole army.

"Let's go."

Three hours later, the radar showed that the ship had been found, and with a wave of his hand, Monk Wei waved his hand, and the two Zhi-2 transport planes took off in turn, carrying 30 team members and flying towards the destination.

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Liberty & Affluence cruise.

Do not doubt that it is the name, which is so straightforward, that fully shows the identity and status of the owner, and also shows that the owner of the ship is very young - this is a custom-built cruise ship that has only been in service for four years.

At this time, the cruise ship was sailing near the Bay of Pellas, sailing at a low speed of ten knots, and the ship was brightly lit and lively.

Because today is the birthday of the shipowner, as one of the top 100 richest people in the United States, the family power is all over the political and business circles and even the military circles, and it is a well-deserved protagonist today, the target of everyone's praise.

On the open-air dance floor at the back, some people are dancing, and some people are holding wine glasses in their hands.

At the top was a young man in a suit, about thirty-five or sixteen years old, surrounded by stars and moons. On the edge of the dance floor are a dozen tall, muscular men armed with submachine guns.

Even in the bow of the ship, there was a 75mm gun to keep out the pirates.

"I've heard that Mr. Dover also has a deep connection with the military."

Looking at the person in the center, someone started the conversation.

During this period, those who can have a relationship with the military are all bigwigs, but due to the particularity of the military, this relationship is generally not directly placed on the table.

"Of course."

Someone replied:

"Moreover, it is very hard, it is said that some of the transactions of the military were made by Mr. Doover, and a few years ago, Mr. Doover also got a full set of oil field facilities sold by the military."

"Awesome."

The people around me couldn't help but admire.

At present, oilfield facilities are regulated products, and many countries want to buy them, even if they are old goods, and the premium is extremely high.

The conversation continued, most of it about the 'glorious' deeds of Mr. Dover.

Suddenly.

A man with a wine glass pointed into the distance and said:

"What's that?"

As everyone looked, two planes appeared in the distance.

"Airplanes."

Some people don't think so, they don't care:

"What's strange."

This is South America, the backyard of the United States, and the sphere of influence of the British Empire, where the Germans have never made trouble, and the little devils are beyond their reach, and Mr. Dover is an American with a military background.

They are also not worried about safety.

"It's a strange plane."

At first, the person who spoke just thought that the shape of this plane was the first time he had seen it, and there were actually two rotating rotors in the front and rear, and he was not too worried in his heart.

"What's strange."

It's a pity that the people here have no interest in airplanes, and everyone's attention is on the dance floor or the dance partners around them.

As the two planes continued to get closer, there were finally people on the ship who were alert, of course, all the guards, as well as some second-generation or wealthy people who were interested in the plane, they looked at the two approaching planes, some of them were alert, and some of them were discussing what kind of plane this was.

Gradually, the plane got closer and closer, and it was only more than 200 meters away from the cruise ship, and it was diving towards the cruise ship.

"Who are they?"

Mr. Dover was clearly not panicking.

Although his ship is not equipped with anti-aircraft weapons, as a person who cooperates with the military, he has a deep background, and unless he is a German or a little devil, he will never be touched.

Otherwise, it is an international dispute.

Even if he is Japanese, he doesn't panic, after all, he has done business with Japanese people before and knows a lot of people.

The Germans, on the other hand, would have attacked him, but the Germans could not get close to here, and the Atlantic sea power was currently completely in the hands of the Allies.

"They didn't reply."

The communication request was called out, but there was no response, and the two helicopters were only less than 100 meters above the open-air dance floor, and they were slowly lowering their altitude.

Everyone's faces changed.

Including Mr. Dover.

The bodyguards raised their submachine guns one after another, and the rest of them hid in the cabin.

At a height of fifty meters, the huge downwind formed by the propeller had already caused no one on the dance floor to flee, and only a few bodyguards were holding submachine guns and hesitated.

Because of this distance, you can already see that there is a huge gun barrel in the direction of the side nose.

Dadada····

Suddenly, the barrel of the nose fired, and the ferocious bullets hit the surrounding sea, causing a splash and making the bodyguards' faces change dramatically - not artillery, but large-caliber heavy machine guns.

When it comes to fighting, they are absolutely dead.

The bodyguards glanced at each other and put down the Chicago typewriters in their hands.

"Send a report and ask for help from home."

This scene made Mr. Dover hurriedly find someone to help.

After strafing around, the helicopter continued to descend, hovering on the dance floor, and Monk Wei and his team members rushed out of the aft hatch.

"Didn't even resist?"

As soon as he got off the plane, Monk Wei cursed.

He thought there was going to be a fight.

It's a pity that it's daytime, if it's night, or bad sea conditions, he can still rope down this cruise ship, and he can have a little addiction, so that nothing happens like now.

The group entered the cabin, during which the leading bodyguards led five retired soldiers of the military to resist and block the attack with the help of the terrain, but the gap between the combat effectiveness of the two sides was too great, and in less than a minute of fighting, the bodyguards were all easily killed.

This scene, the weapons that made the rest of the bodyguards all lay down, Mr. Dover asked in a steady tone.

"Who are you?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm a citizen of the United States, yes..."

As soon as they met, they threw out a long list of backgrounds and stammered when they spoke, indicating that this Mr. Dover was terrified to the extreme.

"You're Kyle Dover, aren't you?"

The monk took out the photo and asked in fluent English.

"Yes."

Dover nodded.

"We are... Separate regiments. ”

The monk declares his name:

"You sold a complete set of oilfield equipment to the Japanese two years ago, as well as a large number of strategic materials, supporting the *** army, suspected of war crimes, and now I will arrest you and return to China for trial."

During this period, the rest of the team arrested the war criminals in the photo, a total of 17 people.

"I am a citizen of the United States, and you have no right to arrest me."

Mr. Dover shouted.

The rest of the arrested people also shouted.

"Those who dare to run away or resist will be shot directly."

The monk squeezed his fist, and with a clicking sound, three or five moves directly broke the neck of the fighting master bodyguard next to Mr. Dover:

"Trash."

The monk pursed his lips and was very dissatisfied.

Not to mention comparing with Boss Chen's subordinates, this skill, his special squad can kill casually.

This scene made everyone shiver and dare not resist anymore.

A dozen minutes later, two real planes carrying 17 war criminals flew towards the fast transport ship.

Half an hour later, the fast transport ship headed for Guam at full speed.

At this time, the news that these second-generation tycoons with considerable background and influence in the United States were arrested by Grand Master Li was transmitted to the White House, and the secretary who learned the news immediately informed President Franklin of the news.

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