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"Hostages are safe."

"Check the surviving captives."

"Two of the masterminds were not found. They should have been omitted."

"I didn't miss it, I let it go," Forefinger clicked twice on the wrist-mounted computer on his arm. Li Gaoliang said casually, while reporting the situation to the command center, and then looked at the station. The soldier beside, "British special forces helicopter will arrive in seventeen minutes, and we clear the deck a little."

The battle was over a few minutes ago.

In other words, it could not be called a fight at all, it was a one-sided slaughter. Blood was everywhere on the deck, and the killed militants lay crooked on the deck.

Although this is the nature of the war, it has been shown to others that the image is somewhat destroyed.

The two pirate captives were detained in the cabin. After Li Gaoliang ordered his subordinates to take photos and obtain evidence, he found the rescued captain and asked him to organize a few crew members who could move around, holding mops and buckets to stain the deck Simple cleanup.

Because of the weather, it was a little three minutes later than expected.

After twenty minutes of waiting, the four helicopters finally flew to the locked freighter. A few strings of ropes were dropped and a group of elite divisions in black combat uniforms descended from the ropes.

However, although these people are indeed cruelly trained elite divisions, when they stand next to the sci-fi exoskeleton armor, they still look a bit thinner.

Depressing the muzzle in his hand, the tall commander of special forces approached Li Gaoliang, loosened the mask on his face, and said.

"Now it's taken over by our people."

Li Gaoliang glanced at him.

"This is the high seas."

"We know this is the high seas."

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

""

The commander of the special forces obviously wanted to say something, but due to the huge deterrent force, he finally choked the words back, walked to the side with his right hand on the headset, and asked for instructions from his superior.

Li Gaoliang ignored him, and instructed his men to continue their previous work, including helping the wounded perform simple bandaging, searching for surviving captives, and taking photos and evidence on the scene.

Because the action was fast enough, the battle on the deck was completed in less than half a minute, and the hostages **** here were not affected except by some fright and irritating gas.

The British special forces left aside were neither right nor right. I didn't know what to do. I had to stare at each other with wide eyes, while waiting for a new order from the chaotic command.

At this time, a helicopter was belatedly flying in the sky.

Li Gaoliang raised his head and squinted.

The tactical eyepiece increased the magnification and locked on the logo of the helicopter fuselage.

Broadcast helicopter?

?

There was a smile on his lips, and Li Gaoliang glanced at the Royal Secret Airborne soldiers in the cabin.

These British journalists ran very fast.

Almost flew in front of their special forces

On the helicopter.

The violent air blasted the reporter's handsome blond hair, and saw that the man had explored half of his body, squinting his eyes and facing the camera, roaring with all his strength.

"Here is a live broadcast of the news!"

"We are currently overboard the Oiseberger. This ship lost contact with the Baltic shipping company three hours ago and deviated from the route, proceeding straight along the Arctic Light cruise ship."

"It was confirmed through multiple channels two hours ago that the freighter was hijacked by pirates, and all parties in the UK, Denmark, Sweden, and China quickly dispatched a rapid reaction force to carry out the rescue."

"We can see on the deck that the British Royal Secret Airborne Forces have just arrived on the deck. Their professional qualities are very wait. The battle seems to have ended ?! Is it over?"

"Please wait while we are getting information from the relevant units!"

"Oh, Shet! According to the authorities, this freighter is currently controlled by the China Orbital Airborne Brigade and so on. Do you mean that they claimed that the battle was over an hour ago?"

"Don't you say that our special forces departed from the nearest military base? They were an hour earlier than us ?!"

The squinting boss suddenly glared, the British reporter screamed in an unbelievable tone.

"how can that be?!"

Yes, how is this possible? !!

It's not just the reporter who couldn't believe it, Abraham who escaped from the killing couldn't believe that it was all true.

Those people are not people at all.

They are like monsters.

Abra Khan, who was desperately waving his arms and wearing a life jacket, had breaststroke in the sea and didn't know how far, but the fear in his heart still did not subside.

In the past ten years, he fought dozens of small and large guerrilla wars in the jungles and deserts of East Africa. The number of international humanistic rescue convoys seized was no less than ten, and dozens of fishing vessels were looted.

However, even with such rich combat experience, he has never seen such an opponent.

They are more difficult than the SEALs.

No, to be precise, the two are not comparable at all ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Although the seals occupy some advantages in equipment and firepower, they have not opened up a substantial gap with them. They encountered them in a suitable place. They With the same rich guerrilla experience, those arrogant Yankees who can fight can't lift their heads.

But in front of such an opponent

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

Finally approaching a medium-sized fishing boat, Abra Khan climbed up to the fishing boat with the help of several dark-skinned sailors.

At this moment, a man with a beard came to his side, grabbed his collar, stared at his turbid eyes with horror.

"The Arctic Light! What happened to the cruise ship and the people on it?"

"Sorry"

boom!

There was smoke from the muzzle.

Looking at the tarnished pupil, Marash snapped the trigger and added a few more shots before releasing the unrecognizable face and kicking him into the sea with one kick.

From Abraham's embarrassing eyes, he had already guessed the result of this operation, and the reason for asking was that there was still a hint of fantasy in his heart.

Now it seems that it is just an illusion.

And still unrealistic fantasy.

Marash with haze on his face retracted the pistol into his arms, and greeted his subordinates who were embarrassed to clean up the ship's board, continued to pretend to be a fishing boat and began to return.

The operation suffered heavy losses.

It seems that they can only get the deposits paid by those people.

Fortunately, those deposits are not a small number.

At least it was more than enough to make up for his loss.

With that in mind, Marash was slightly happier.

However, will it be so simple?

Marash didn't know that there was one eye that never left their heads from beginning to end.