"America's fifth fleet, Colonel Nenheim Baird?" Mr. Abadi's head was in a fog as he tried to understand. He wasn't brave enough to rob an American freighter, and it was late at night, and no one was at sea.
"What happened at sea? Can you explain the details?" Abadi did not dare rob an American freighter, but that did not mean he would pretend to be a coward in front of an American.
Twenty minutes ago, north latitude and twelve point zero five east longitude forty-seven point five seconds, your blue pirate ship, unexpectedly collided with a cruise missile destroyer; the Eagle Aaron that was cruising in that area. But the pirate ship was sunk by us."
"The blue pirate ship?" Abadi was suddenly enlightened. "I know what is going on. Not long ago, when the ship was anchored at the dock, someone took the opportunity to rob it. But who would have the guts to hit a missile destroyer?"
"Are you asking me?" Nenheim Baird was furious at the end of the phone. "No matter if it was a deliberate act, or if there was something wrong with the ship...all I know is that this incident has brought indelible psychological damage the entire crew of the Eagle Aaron."
"Three days...I will give you only three days...you must give a proper explanation...or be ready to bear the wrath of the Eagle," said Nenheim Baird with an unassailable tone.
Du... du... du...
"Ah..."
"My boat has sunk, and you ask me for an explanation?"
Abadi was furious and suddenly sat up from his chair. The veins on his head were bursting. "It was a big joke that a destroyer would be enduring indelible shock from the fright of a pirate ship that doesn't even have protective armor? If you want to blackmail me, just say it. You don't have to beat around the bush."
...
After the anger, Abadi forced himself to calm down and carefully analyze the incident.
It wasn't any of the hostages or any of their men. The people nearby might have stolen the boat, but they wouldn't want to crash it into a destroyer even if they wanted to mit suicide.
"Was it the Asian kid? He had the ability to deploy submarines to attack my ships. "
Abadi thought about it carefully, but he didn't think it was possible.
The pirate ship needed at least three people to sail. Whoever had the guts to strike the American destroyer must have been someone who was not afraid of death. American artillery shells were not like Red Cross needles, and even if the person who drove the boat jumped off and into the sea, he would never be able to escape from the destroyer.
Sending three people to crash into the destroyer was suicide.
Abadi didn't think the Asian boy would be so crazy. And if he was that cold-blooded then he wouldn't have paid a ransom at all!
After thinking for a long time, Abadi clenched his teeth tight and dialed the financial officer's phone.
"Well, prepare thirty million dollars, and send it tomorrow to the American destroyer that's cruising around."
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"What madness!" Chen Fan recalled the scene just now, and still felt a lingering fear in his heart.
When the electric eel dove 30 meters underwater with the spear, (which it used to cause the pirate ship to collide with the navy cruiser), it did not need to worry about any bullets shooting at it. But the crossfire that came over from the carrier was full of powerful 25 mm diameter shells Some of it attacked the weak parts of the pirate ship and with a "swish
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