Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

“Hostages are safe. ”

“Examine the surviving prisoners. ”

“There were two… no masterminds found, which should have been omitted. ”

“I didn't miss it, I let it go," the index finger lit twice on the wrist-mounted computer on his arm, Li Gaoling casually said, reporting the scene to the command center, then looking at the soldier standing next to him, "The British Secret Service helicopter will arrive in seventeen minutes, and we'll clean up the deck a little. ”

The battle was over a few minutes ago.

Or it could not be called a battle at all, it was simply a one-sided massacre. Blood was everywhere on the deck, and the armed men who had been shot were lying on the deck in a westerly direction.

While this is true of the essence of war, it is still somewhat damaging for others to see.

Two pirate prisoners were held in the cabin. After Lee Gao Liang instructed his men to take photo evidence, he found the rescued captain and asked him to organize several crew members who could still walk, carrying mops and buckets and simply cleaning up the stains on the deck.

Slightly later than expected for climatic reasons.

After 20 minutes of waiting, the four helicopters finally flew onto a cargo ship that had stopped, and as several strings of ropes were thrown down, a group of elite men in black uniforms descended from the ropes.

Yet, while these men are truly brutally trained elite masters, they seem a little thinner when they stand next to that sci-fi exoskeleton armor.

Pressing the muzzle in his hand, the tall Special Forces officer went to Li Gaoliang's side, loosened the mask on his face and opened his mouth.

“This place will now be taken over by our men. ”

Li Gaoliang glanced at him.

“This is the high seas. ”

“We know this is the high seas. ”

Li Gaoling said slowly: “I mean, you can find a cool place to stay. ”

“ …… ”

The Special Forces Officer obviously wanted to say anything else, but due to the enormous deterrent, he finally held back the words in his mouth and pressed his right hand to the side and asked his superiors for instructions.

Lee Gaoling ignored him and directed his men to continue their previous work, including helping the wounded with simple bandages, searching for the surviving prisoners, and taking photo evidence at the scene.

Because the action was quick enough and the battle on the deck was over in less than half a minute, the hostages tied here had no other major impediments than to be scared and made more wolfish by the irritating gases.

Neither left nor right is the British Special Forces on the sidelines, not knowing what to do, but staring at each other with their eyes wide open while waiting for a new command from a chaotic command.

At this time, another helicopter arrived late in the air.

Li Gaoling raised his head and squinted.

Tactical goggles increased magnification and locked onto the helicopter's body logo.

A broadcast helicopter?

BBC?

The corner of his mouth opened with a smile, and Li Gaoling glanced at the Royal Secret Service airborne soldiers in the cabin.

These British reporters are running pretty fast.

Almost flew in front of their special forces...

……

On the helicopter.

The violent air currents blow the journalist's handsome blonde hair upside down, only to see the man half his body poking out, trying to squeeze his eyes towards the camera, using all his strength to yell out loud.

“This is live from BBC News! ”

“We are now over the cargo ship 'Osseberg', which lost contact with the Baltic Shipping Line three hours ago and strayed from its course, following a straight line on the Arctic Light cruise ship. ”

“It was confirmed through multiple channels two hours ago that the vessel was hijacked by pirates, and all parties in the UK, Denmark, Sweden and China quickly launched a rapid reaction force to carry out the rescue…”

“We can see on the deck that the Royal British Secret Service Airborne has just arrived on the deck and their professional qualities are very high… etc. The battle seems to be over?! It's over? ”

“Please wait… we are in the process of obtaining information from the relevant units! ”

“... Oh, Shet! According to the authorities, this cargo ship is currently controlled by the China National Rail Airborne Brigade… etc., do you mean they claim the battle was over an hour ago?! ”

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

Those narrowed eyes suddenly stared at the boss, the British journalist screamed in an incredible tone.

“How is that possible?! ”

……

Yes, how is that possible?!

It's not just the BBC reporter who can't believe that Abraham, who was lucky enough to escape this killing, can't believe it's all true.

Those people are not people at all.

They're like monsters.

Waving his arms so desperately, Abraham in his life jacket had breaststroke in the sea, not knowing how far away he was, yet the fear in his heart still hadn't faded a bit.

Over the past decade, he has fought more than a dozen guerrilla wars, large and small, in the jungles and deserts of East Africa, seizing no fewer than twenty convoys of international humanist relief supplies and looting more than dozens of fishing boats.

However, even with such vast combat experience, he has never seen such an adversary.

They are harder to haunt than the SEALs.

No, there is simply no comparability between the two, to be precise.

While the seals have some advantage in equipment and fire, they have not narrowed the intrinsic gap with them, encountering them in the right place, and they are equally able to beat arrogant Americans with a wealth of guerrilla experience and cannot 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, Abraham climbed onto the fishing boat with the help of several dark-skinned sailors.

At this point, a man with a beard walked up to him, grabbed his collar and stared at him with a dead eye, his eyes clouding with horror.

“The Arctic Light! What about the cruise ship and the people on it? ”

“I'm sorry ——”

Bang--!

There was smoke at the gunpoint.

Looking at the glossy pupil, Marsh pulled the trigger and made up a few more shots before releasing the face and kicking him into the sea with one foot.

He had already guessed the results of the operation in the wolfish eyes of Abraham, and the only reason to ask was that there was still a hint of fantasy in his mind.

Now it looks like it's just a fantasy.

And still unrealistic fantasies.

The shady marsh on his face retrieved the pistol in his arms and turned to greet his cold-blooded men to clear the boat, continue to pretend to be fishing boats and begin to sail back.

This operation was devastating.

Looks like all they can get is a down payment from those guys.

But good thing those deposits are a lot of money.

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

In his heart, Marsh felt slightly happier.

But would it be that simple?

Marsh didn't know that with one eye, he had never left their head...