The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

In the narrow cabin, the wolf team sprinted all the way.

Watson walked at the front to guard against possible sneak attacks, but he didn't meet anyone at all along the way. After listening to the gunfire that was obviously suppressed, and the description of the night vision goggles, helmet style and clothing, Yuri also confirmed that the freighter had been invaded by unknown persons. It is unlikely that a local Brazilian arms dealer would be able to possess such a level of equipment and secretly hold all the crew members hostage.

Before entering other cabins, Luper asked Beltway to release smoke bombs and opened several adjacent cabin doors in an effort to cover his tracks. Fortunately, this freighter is quite old and lacks modernization. Most cabins and corridors do not have monitoring systems, which perfectly reflects the Russians' usual rough style.

This is also the difficulty.

As the deputy of arms dealer Yuri Vostov, Andrei is usually responsible for taking care of miscellaneous affairs of the freighter, and he has an even deeper understanding of the entire ship than his boss. Therefore, Mother Wolf rejected the proposal to go to other davits and decided to find a way to occupy the bridge. If the communication equipment there was intact, Hobo could contact his men. In the past, the French wife would have to consider whether the firepower and manpower were sufficient, but now with Watson, she was willing to take the risk and didn't even plan to spend time exploring the arsenal in the cabin.

Watson is really useful!

"I'll say it again, check your sound-picking and noise-cancelling headphones to make sure the circuit components are working properly!" The wolf mother's voice came from the headphones. She was probably pointing at someone: "Especially you two, who else? If you don't have the phone turned on, turn it on quickly. If you don't know how to turn it on, ask quickly! If you encounter a shock bomb in this environment, your ears may not be saved."

"Don't worry, ma'am."

Hopper said: "I just retired, not useless."

Suddenly, Watson raised a fist.

Everyone stopped immediately.

After carefully identifying the source of the sound, Watson opened his legs and turned to the left side of the front hatch. The body in heavy body armor almost filled the door frame. The moment his right arm appeared in the corridor area, gunshots immediately exploded in the cabin. These enemies also used suppressors, and there was almost no muzzle flash, so naturally they could not cause visual interference to Watson.

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! !

"Everyone follow."

More than thirty rounds of bullets were used to suppress the group of sneak attackers, and also blew the side of one of them out, but he was immediately dragged back by his teammates. Watson threw out a flash bomb, waited until it exploded and continued to move forward with the gun. A tentacle quietly crawled out from his neck and pressed the communication button. As soon as he finished speaking, others had already walked to the previous enemy's position.

Arriving at the corner, the firepower was suppressed as expected.

The space was so small that Watson stopped hiding and rushed forward with the bullet in hand. The attackers' gun-holding postures were very standard, and most of their bodies were hidden behind the bunker. They were not like the players from the African region who had deformed movements due to nervousness.

Snapped!

Watson's muzzle flickered, and the bullet hit an enemy's right face more than ten meters away. The opponent immediately disappeared behind the bunker, and then a small arm appeared from the side, throwing a flash bomb and then a grenade in this direction. Choosing one of the two, Watson only had time to lean over, grab the grenade, and throw it back into the air. The two metal cans exploded one after the other.

pound--! ! ! !

Even with the protection of sound-picking and noise-cancelling headphones, everyone's ears were shaken. Watson's entire body withstood grenade fragments and shock waves, and the eyepiece on his face had several pieces of broken metal embedded in it. A dense barrage of bullets followed, almost all hitting the black light's body. He ripped off the eyepiece and hit an enemy who was blindly shooting in the arm with a few shots. Then he started sprinting with the FN Minimi.

pound--! ! ! !

This time it was the flash bomb thrown by Watson.

Faced with this level of light twice, if it weren't for his high body resistance, he would be just like those dizzy enemies at this moment. But even so, the large white blinds in his field of vision began to fade after a while, and several afterimages shook in front of his eyes. Watson simply fired, hoping to empty all the remaining more than a hundred bullets. At this time, the still sensitive spider sense alerted to the right side. He immediately tilted his head hard, and a bullet concentrated on the lower edge of the helmet, making a crisp sound.

The picture finally became clear.

puff!

Watson raised his foot and lightly kicked the enemy in the abdomen. The man grunted and his arms holding the pistol went limp. He had been seriously injured, and most of the right side of his face and neck were stained with blood. It seemed that he was one of the unlucky ones who had been shot by him just now. Now Watson finally saw the other party's attire. Unlike the guy who was ambushing and setting off cold guns before, the attacker in front of him was wearing a black diving suit with two flippers hanging on his thighs. He was not wearing a helmet on his head, and his torso was also damaged. Only lightweight tactical vest.

As for the two corpses, they were in normal black combat attire.

"Safety!"

Beltway's voice sounded immediately, and people from the wolf team filed in. After confirming that the enemy had temporarily retreated, Hobo took the bearded bodyguard duo to check the bodies on the ground. Wolf Mother and Four Eyes worked together to disarm the prisoner, and then let Michela start her specialty. : "American?"

"Pooh!"

The middle-aged man whose helmet was removed spat out a mouthful of blood.

呲!

Michela twisted her wrist, and the tip of the knife quickly moved up the opponent's face, cutting the skin accurately, revealing the red tendons underneath. But Luper then stopped her move: "This guy is stalling for time, and the enemy must have reinforcements. We can't afford to wait, no need to ask anymore, kill him."

"Just wait to die!"

The man suddenly yelled at the arms dealer who pulled down his mask: "Don't think you can escape! Death merchant!"

"...Nonsense!"

Yuri had been frightened for most of the day. He had been stunned by the flash shock bomb just now. At this moment, he was so angry that he slapped the table and cursed in his awkward English accent: "You are from the Federation, right? That is the President of the Federation. The biggest arms dealer in the fucking world! Even I am working for him! He can’t come forward to sell arms to customers, so I come to them one by one to sell them for him! Especially in fucking Africa! That’s it! He also wants to take the lion’s share of the dividends! Didn’t you expect that? Huh? Smuggling weapons? Just for this reason? Are you going to kill me for this fucking reason?!”

boom!

Luper ended the dispute prematurely by shooting the prisoner through the head.

"I repeat, we don't have time to waste here."

The French wife pointed at Yuri's nose, and then at the other two corpses on the ground: "Look at their equipment now, can you deduce what kind of force they are? Those M4 carbines, night vision goggles, helmets, etc. It’s matching, and ordinary private institutions can’t do it. Do you know what I feel like? I feel like a fucking special forces unit of the United States federal government!”

The arms dealer took a few breaths, silently squatted down to look at the corpse, and stood up again after a moment: "You are right, look at this pistol, the USP Tactical Master type of the German HK company. No country in South America has a larger army." Large-scale equipment, not to mention diving attire. And I recognize this kind of uniforms and tactical suits, the US federal government has just purchased a batch in recent years, specifically for special operations personnel."

"for example?"

"...like SEAL."

"Fxck!"

Beltway cursed.

"It doesn't have to be a seal, that's it. This information is enough." Luper shook his head and ordered the team to move on: "Next, we have to be careful about the other party's reinforcements. Since they may be soldiers from the United States Federation, then do it Be prepared for aerial fire."

"Wait, we don't have anti-air fire, do we?"

"As long as you know."

The French wife turned around and glanced at everyone present: "Strictly speaking, this has exceeded the content of the battle we previously agreed on, but since everyone needs to escape now, I won't mention those things. Note We must abide by the rules we have set before. We are not allowed to call each other names or nicknames. We must all address people with the prescribed vocabulary. We must cover our faces and do not show our faces under any circumstances. We must also use the team channel less often. It will be monitored. Okay, let's keep going. The front machine gunner will pay attention to the corners. These people may have set up booby traps."

"receive."

Watson touched his helmet. The 'Machine Gunner' was talking about himself.

Crunch-!

The heavy hatch was pushed open, and the moist sea breeze blew in our face again.

The Wolf Pack team is now located on the lower right side of the bridge. They only need to walk through a section of the horizontal corridor ahead and then step up the stairs to reach their destination. But if you think about it, you know that the retreating enemies must have been ambushing there. On the outside side of the corridor is the main cargo ship deck. The field of view is very wide, but it also gives the enemy an opportunity to observe and shoot. If the guardrail had not been replaced with metal plates, walking up like this would have been a living target. It is said that the Soviet style is silly, bold and rough, but it does have its advantages. Watson alone cannot take bullets for all his teammates.

As soon as the edge of the deck came into view, the Spider Sense alerted frantically.

Phew—dang! !

Sparks exploded from the wall, and Watson turned his attention to the tower crane on the other side of the cargo ship. Now that the sky was bright, the distance of more than 6 meters did not prevent him from observing the enemy with the naked eye. In addition to the tower crane, at least people appeared on the containers and corners nearby. In just a few seconds, all the bullets were directed in this direction, leaving several more scratches on Watson's shoulders and helmet. At the bridge entrance above the stairs, there were also two guns firing at this side.

"Squat down! Don't raise your head!!!"

Several members of the Wolf Pack team strung up behind Watson, all lowering their bodies. Watson first fired dozens of bullets to suppress the enemies at the bridge entrance, and then turned his attention back to the front deck.

"Suppress the bridge!"

"Roger that!"

Luper and Beltway leaned forward slightly, holding their guns in their left hands, and fired short bursts at the bridge entrance in a semi-blind shooting posture. This corridor is not too narrow. It can accommodate two people walking parallel to each other. The distance is only a dozen meters. If you persist, you can reach it. But Watson didn't think so. The stairs were not guardrailed with metal plates, but were equipped with ordinary railings. If you just walked up there, you could easily be shot.

Picking up the FN Minimi, he put the farthest enemy into the ACOG scope. The upper body of the enemy dozens of meters away was magnified by the lens, and the inverted triangle red mark was exactly aligned with the neck. Watson gently pulled the trigger, and blood immediately burst out from the gunman's face, and he disappeared behind the beam arm of the tower crane. At the same time, the enemy's bullets kept hitting his neck and shoulders, but they could not prevent him from aiming for the next target.

Time began to slow down.

The gunman next to the blue container on the left is retracting. He must have emptied the magazine. The teammate next to him raised his gun and tried to take over the task of suppressing fire, but a bullet tore his thigh and caused him to fall on the deck. The second and third rounds followed, shooting from under the body armor into the lower abdomen. Watson turned his waist slightly and the picture quickly changed in the scope, and another face wearing a tactical helmet appeared.

Bang bang bang bang! ! ! !

Not intending to confirm the result, he quickly turned to the third target. However, the next moment, like a mechanical gear, the muzzle of the gun suddenly turned back smoothly. Next to the blue container, there were two hands pulling the body that had been shot, trying to pull it back. Without blinking, Watson gently pulled the trigger, then flicked the muzzle away.