The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"If you have time later, you can help me modify a bomb from a mortar shell. The bigger the better. By the way, it's best to do this secretly if possible. I don't want too many people to know, especially people outside the team."

After hearing what Watson said, Beltway stopped what he was doing. The battle was about to begin, but there was silence around the ZPU-2. The fat man stared blankly for a while before asking: "What do you want to do? Do you want to blow up the warship?"

"If necessary."

Watson had already turned his head back, and the small boats in the distance were vaguely visible. As long as the distance was shortened, they would face a terrifying large-caliber metal storm. Not to mention the Marine Corps above, even the Space Marines might be in bad luck... And speaking of the Marine Corps, even though they have "Navy" in their name, they actually count. Create a separate unit. According to unofficial reports, the Marine Corps has to take the lead in dangerous and difficult missions such as various landing operations. However, the equipment and treatment are the worst among the three armies of the sea, land and air force. They even use weapons that have been eliminated by other forces. equipment.

For these reasons, bored netizens simply gave them an additional level of "fourth-class people."

As for whether it is true or false...who knows?

Maybe it will become clear after how many people it eats.

"But, how are you going to get there? Do you know how much eight 8mm mortar shells weigh? It's almost 120 kilograms! And we don't know where the warship is. It's a warship of the U.S. Federal Navy! If we really want to go up there, even if If we are lucky enough to do it, won't we become wanted criminals in the world? Macho, I know you are powerful, but you have to think about it..." Beltway finally came back to his senses, but he kept talking. Started swearing: "Fxck! As if we already are, damn it!"

"As long as you know."

After taking aim for a while, Watson felt a little strange. Why didn't these small boats seem to be rushing over? He pressed the communication button: "Bridge, are any enemy ships approaching?"

"... did not get closer, the enemy kept a distance." After a while of chattering, the speaker in the earphone became the old man Hobo: "This is the captain, the enemy's speedboat has moved around to both sides. They didn't get close and kept tracking us. I would say, maybe the misfortune of those two Seahawks made them re-evaluate our combat effectiveness."

"They are almost outside my shooting range. The accuracy at this distance is too poor." Watson twisted the wheel twice and decisively gave up the idea of ​​shooting. Everyone continued to be on alert for another five minutes. Seeing that the small boats still did not approach, Mother Wolf made a decision: "Keep alert on the bridge and report if there is any situation. Others will return to standby. Military medical officer, please change the contact channel from the captives as soon as possible." Knock it out of your mouth.”

"receive."

"This is the captain. Your medical officer is too perverted. Let the VIP stay there alone. Haven't I been stimulated enough today? I applied to stay on the bridge. I will be responsible for observing the enemy." The old man Hob protested, and Yuri responded quickly and immediately said: "Hey! This is a VIP. I don't want to guard the prisoners. I would rather check the engine room. To be honest, those two guys have absolutely no ability to resist." , If you don’t believe me, come and see for yourself.”

"There is now a third officer on the bridge to sail the ship. The captain can just go up and keep an eye on it."

The wolf mother refused: "VIP, please don't move around. If you can't stand it, just stand far away. You may be needed in the storage room at any time."

Upon hearing this, Watson jumped off ZPU-2 and ran to the storage room with Beltway.

When cleaning the battlefield before, the wolf team had already seized a lot of weapons and equipment from the enemy, especially those communicators that could directly communicate with the warships. Now the wolf mother was waiting for the other party to take the initiative to speak out. Speaking out means that you are willing to negotiate, and negotiating means that you can negotiate terms, otherwise it can delay time. Theoretically speaking, the only person on her side whose identity is exposed is the arms dealer Yuri Vostov. The wolf mother plans to let Yuri be the "kidnapper" and take the initiative to make a "blackmail call." Of course, most enemy soldiers must use the internal voice of the team to fight. If the opponent still fails to make any movement, the wolf team will have to test the communication channels one by one.

"What are you doing here?"

After running for half a minute, a French wife holding a cigarette quickly came into view.

"I have a plan."

Looking left and right, there was no one around. Watson wasted no time and told the woman his plans in a few words. After hearing this, the wolf mother was stunned for a while. She looked at Beltway, then at the pretty boy, and couldn't help but ask: "Do you know what you just said? Do you want to blow up the warship alone? How do you go? You Go over there? Are you sure a few mortar shells can blast open the underwater hull of a warship?"

"Well, I can answer the last question."

Beltway raised a hand: "Those are 120mm caliber mortar shells. They are very powerful, and there are 8 of them. If that damn Andre hadn't used them to blow up the communication antenna, we could have gotten more. .Ahem, you may not have seen the explosive effect of them modified into bombs, but believe me, it must be enough. And there are some materials in the equipment box I brought, they can all be used, just mix them according to the proportion, and then Add in... you know, that's what I'm good at."

The fat man directly gestured like rolling a ball.

The wolf mother frowned, lit a cigarette and thought for more than ten seconds, then turned to Watson: "Are you sure you want to do this? How sure are you?"

"As long as I can see it, I can look for it. That's not a problem." Watson smelled the smoke and simply sat on the threshold: "The only problem is, I'm not sure whether doing this will trigger their revenge." . According to my understanding, once the bomb explodes, they may directly launch anti-ship missiles to destroy the freighter. But on the other hand... they may also be afraid and choose to retreat temporarily, or else they will send people to check What the hell got into the cabin."

"Let me think."

The French wife followed and sat on the threshold and stopped talking.

"Then think about it first. I want to go over and see Bertha." Watson stood up: "I have to comfort her in case I can't come back soon."

"cut!"

Beltway rolled his eyes and said, "Go, Love Saint."

The cabin where the captive was located was not too far from the storage room. Watson only took a few steps closer when he heard a fierce scream. In the room, two red men were hanging in the air, each howling more miserably than the other, and smelly feces and urine flowed down their legs. However, Michela's technique was very subtle, with knife shadows flying around and the wounds created being small. This scene looks terrible, but if there is no heavy bleeding, it is not life-threatening.

Arms dealer Yuri stood nearby.

It doesn’t matter if I look at it, or if I don’t look at it, my face is turning green.

Watson quickly realized that this might be another fragment of Clockwork Man's personality with surgical addiction affecting him. After a little concentration, this feeling quickly dissipated.

The two SEALs still looked determined.

Even though they were like this, they were still howling and hurting, but they didn't see many signs of collapse. On the other hand, arms dealer Yuri saw Watson walking in, with an expression as if he had met a savior: "Hey! Are you here to replace me? Come on, come on! You come for me, you come for me! Thank you, hunk! I really can't stand it anymore. I’ll go find your captain in the storage room, thank you!”

"Bah!"

Watson waited for the other party to go away and waved to Michela.

The woman turned her head and took a look, then took off her gloves and walked out of the cabin: "What's wrong?"

Holding his girlfriend's waist, Watson looked closely at those eyes: "Are you scared?"

"what?"

"It's okay, I just want to hug you. Suddenly I feel like I haven't hugged you for a long time." No longer looking at his face, Watson put his arm around Michela's shoulders. Miss Butterfly Knife was covered in blood and had a lot of equipment, but it felt surprisingly soft to the touch. The woman responded quickly, tying her hands tightly together. Even through a gas mask, she could hear the warm breathing inside, which did not look as scary as before.

"Seriously, don't you have any fun other than stabbing?"

I heard my boyfriend say: "...Indeed."

"Okay, stop making trouble!"

"......You're scared?"

After hugging quietly for a while, she suddenly asked again.

"...I'm really scared." Watson stroked his girlfriend's hair with his fingertips and lowered his voice: "That's a warship. I'm afraid that a few missiles will hit you. Gone."

"What are you going to do?" Michela looked into his eyes: "Is there anything the amazing Mr. Watson can do?"

"Yes, I'm going to blow up the ship."

"Clam?"

......

8:24 a.m. Brazil time.

There are still about fifty minutes until the plane arrives.

Kalena, Michela and Watson gathered around Beltway and watched him tighten the last fixing screw on the tarpaulin. The "ship-breaking bomb" composed of five 5mm Soviet-made mortar shells in front of them was completely destroyed. The modification is completed. In fact, this big guy is also mixed with Fatty's own materials to ensure that it can detonate normally in sea water. The Russians were careless. When they took it out for inspection, they found that 120 of the 8 mortar shells were severely rusted, so they had to discard some of them.

The enemy boats are still not approaching, and they have followed the cargo ship to the Rio de Janeiro state coastline for twenty or thirty nautical miles. While Beltway was making the bomb, the wolf mother also came up with a plan. This beautiful boy was bulletproof and bomb-proof. He never broke his promises, and women were willing to continue to believe in him. As long as Watson can get to the other party's ship, then this can be used as an important bargaining chip in negotiations.

Based on the enemy's previous performance, reasonable guesses can be made.

For example, the tonnage of nearby warships should not be too large.

If it is an aircraft carrier battle group, then there should not only be two Seahawk helicopters sent over, but several carrier-based fighter jets. But even so, even if the beautiful boy has superior close combat capabilities, this raid cannot be too harsh. Missiles and artillery on small warships are equally deadly to cargo ships. If the enemy commander realizes that there is no hope of making a comeback, he may still choose to overturn the table.

"...Paste it first, then click here, remember?"

"Ah."

"Okay, can you please explain how to use this?"

"Turn this gear first."

"Correct."

"Half lap is 1 minute, maximum 2 laps."

"And pay attention?"

"Then be careful not to break this yellow line when starting it up, otherwise it will explode immediately."

"Yes! That's right! That's it! You are the most genius student I have ever seen!" Beltway patted Watson on the shoulder and handed over the can of explosives tied with tape in his hand: "The materials are limited. I can only make 2 for you, and you'll have to make the rest yourself. Remember, their internal structure is fragile, and if you're forced to dive from a high place... No, don't be too high. Diving everywhere! Do you understand?"

"I try my best."

After checking the bomb satchel, Watson leaned over and grabbed the nearly 90 kilogram ship-breaking bomb and walked out. When the enemy ship appeared, he dived directly from the side of the ship and quickly approached from under the sea. There are many creatures in the sea. Small and low-noise creatures like humans are difficult to identify and identify as threats by shipborne sonar.

"This is the storage room, there is an enemy communication call."

At this moment, Si Yan suddenly said something through the earphones.

The wolf mother turned around and walked out the door.

But within a few seconds, Hopper on the other side of the bridge suddenly shouted: "Missiles are coming! Pay attention! Missiles are coming!!!!"