1274 Cleaning The Battlefield (4/4)

Chapter 1274 Cleaning the battlefield (44)

"The hostages are safe."

"Examine the surviving captives."

"There are two...the mastermind was not found, it should be missed."

"I didn't miss it, I let it go," tapped twice on the wrist-mounted computer on his arm with his index finger. Li Gaoliang said casually, reporting the situation on the scene to the command center, and then looked at the station. The soldier beside him said, "The British Secret Service helicopter will arrive in seventeen minutes. Let's clear the deck a bit."

The fight had ended minutes ago.

In other words, it couldn't be called a battle at all, it was a one-sided massacre. There were bloodstains everywhere on the deck, and the militants who were killed were lying on the deck.

Although the essence of war is like this, it still somewhat damages the image for others to see.

Detaining the two pirate captives in the cabin, Li Gaoliang ordered his subordinates to take pictures to collect evidence, then found the rescued captain, and asked him to organize a few crew members who could walk around, and wiped the stains on the deck with mops and buckets. Simply cleaned up.

Due to weather reasons, it was a little three minutes later than expected.

After 20 minutes of waiting, the four helicopters finally flew to the stalled freighter, and as a few strings of ropes were dropped, a group of elite troops in black combat uniforms descended from the ropes.

However, although these people are indeed elite teachers who have undergone brutal training, when they stand next to the exoskeleton armor full of sci-fi feeling, they still appear a little thin.

Pressing the muzzle of the gun in his hand, the tall special forces officer walked to Li Gaoliang's side, loosened the mask on his face, and said.

"From now on, our people will take over here."

Li Gaoliang glanced at him.

"This is the open sea."

"We know this is the high seas."

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

"..."

The special forces officer obviously wanted to say something, but due to the huge deterrent force, he finally suppressed the words on his lips, walked aside with his right hand on the headset, and asked his superiors for instructions.

Li Gaoliang ignored him, and directed his subordinates to continue the previous work, including helping the wounded with simple bandages, searching for prisoners who were still alive, and taking pictures of the scene to collect evidence, etc.

Because the action was fast enough, all the battles on the deck ended in less than half a minute, and the hostages tied here had no serious problems except for being frightened and embarrassed by the irritating gas.

The British special forces who were left on the sidelines were neither on the left nor on the right. They didn't know what to do, so they had to stare at each other while waiting for new orders from the chaotic headquarters.

At this time, another helicopter flew up belatedly from the sky.

Li Gaoliang raised his head and squinted his eyes.

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

Broadcast helicopter?

BBC?

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Li Gaoliang glanced at the Royal Secret Service paratroopers on the cabin.

These British reporters ran very fast.

Almost flew ahead of their special forces...

...

on the helicopter.

The violent air current blew the reporter's handsome blond hair upside down, and the man leaned half his body out, squinting his eyes to face the camera, and shouted loudly with all his strength.

"Here is the live broadcast of BBC News!"

"Currently we are over the freighter 'Oseberg', which lost contact with the Baltic Shipping Company three hours ago and drifted off course, following the line of the Northern Light cruise ship."

"It was confirmed through multiple channels two hours ago that the cargo ship was hijacked by pirates, and the United Kingdom, Denmark, Sweden, and China quickly dispatched quick-response forces to carry out the rescue..."

"On the deck, we can see that the British Royal Secret Service Airborne has just arrived on the deck. Their professionalism is very... wait, the battle seems to be over?! Is it over??"

"Please wait a moment... We are obtaining information from relevant units!"

"...Oh, Shet! According to the authorities, this freighter is currently under the control of the Huaguo Orbital Airborne Brigade...Wait, you mean, they claimed that the battle was over an hour ago?!"

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

The pair of squinted eyes suddenly stared at the boss, the British reporter screamed in an unbelievable tone.

"How can this be?!"

...

Yes, how is this possible? !

Not only the BBC reporter couldn't believe it, but Abraham, who narrowly escaped from the killing, couldn't believe it was true either.

Those people are not human at all.

They are like monsters.

Desperately waving his arms, Abraham, who was wearing a life jacket, had already breaststroked an unknown distance in the sea, but the fear in his heart still did not subside in the slightest.

Over the past ten years, he has fought dozens of guerrilla warfare in the jungles and deserts of East Africa, seized no less than 20 international humanitarian aid convoys, and robbed dozens of fishing boats.

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

They're tougher than the SEALs.

No, to be precise, the two are not comparable at all.

Although the seals have some advantages in equipment and firepower, they have not widened the essential gap with them. When encountering at the right place, they can also rely on their rich guerrilla experience to beat those arrogant Yankees who can't hold their heads up.

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 time, a man with a beard walked up to him, grabbed his collar, and stared fixedly at his eyes that were muddy due to fear.

"Northern Light! What happened to the cruise ship and the people on board?"

"Feel sorry--"

boom--!

Gunpowder smoke billowed from the muzzle.

Looking at the tarnished pupils, Marash unrepentantly pulled the trigger and fired a few more shots before letting go of the unrecognizable face and kicking him into the sea.

From Abraham's embarrassed eyes, he had already guessed the result of this operation, and the reason why he asked this question was that he still had a little fantasy in his heart.

Now it seems that it was just a fantasy.

And it's an unrealistic fantasy.

Marash, whose face was full of gloom, put the pistol back in his arms, turned his head and greeted his silent subordinates to clean up the boards, continued to pretend to be a fishing boat and started to return.

The operation suffered heavy losses.

It seems that all they can get is the deposit paid in advance by those people

Fortunately, those deposits are not a small number.

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

Thinking of this in his heart, Marash felt a little happier.

However, is it that simple?

Marash didn't know that there was such an eye that never left the top of their heads from the beginning to the end...

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