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Compared with Hussein's, Somalab's escort boats were much newer and were equipped with radio walkie-talkies.

The person leading the team was Hammamud, the commander of Hussein and his classmate in the seminar.

The two have cooperated in this kind of escort operations many times in recent days.

"Old classmates, don't worry. Now that we have taken over the teacher's cargo ship, we guarantee that they will be able to pass through this sea area and enter India smoothly."

"Okay, you guys have worked hard, we will withdraw now."

Wang Dachui listened to the conversation between the two on the intercom and always felt that it was a little unreal.

Second mate Lin Xiuwen even felt that this was a trap, a new script by the Somali pirates.

They were always cautious and alert, but no accidents occurred during the entire escort process.

When the cargo ship passed through the Somali waters, the two men finally couldn't help but use the radio to inquire and express their gratitude.

"Thank you for the escort, brother Somalab. May I ask why you suddenly changed your job and stopped being pirates?"

"Pirates? What pirates? We've been working here for decades and we've never seen any pirates!"

"Comrade, please report back to us and prove to us that our Somalab Escort Fleet will ensure the safety of this sea area."

"Don't worry, all of you cargo ships passing by. We are sworn enemies with the pirates. It's either me or them!" Hamamud said to Wang Dahong on the walkie-talkie.

His words completely confused the crew on the ship. Why are things so crazy these days?

How come even the pirates from Somalab managed to go ashore and transform themselves into an escort formation?

Also, the tone of their voices is so affectionate and red, why are they calling each other comrades?
Wang Dahong turned his head and asked, "Second mate, do we have any extra supplies? Leave some for Soma Labo. It's not easy for them either."

"Captain, yes, I have them all. Should I throw them away now?"

"Damn, they are so polite, so we can't do anything bad."

Hammamoud looked at the containers dropped from the ship. He watched the delivery ship leave and waved goodbye.

His adjutant organized the group to drag the container and said inwardly, "Boss, we were too stupid before and had too little vision."

"We worked so hard to rob so much, but it's not as good as the little bit that flows out from Lord Long's fingers. Being an escort fleet has a much better future than being a pirate."

Hammamoud looked at his new speedboat and felt in his heart that he was indeed stupid in the past.

With just a word from Lord Long, Saraber donated 5 billion US dollars to upgrade their own equipment.

The old saying in the desert is right: You cannot decide your reincarnation, but you must choose a good boss for yourself, this is very important.

Choice is more important than hard work. If Dragon Lord is strong, the country will be strong. Baba Sheep’s satellite has already reached the moon, and only now do we think of currying favor with him.

"We have to work hard in the future, at least to let Lord Long see our value. Maybe in a few years, our Somalab satellite will be able to land on the moon."

Hammamud's words stunned everyone in the Somalab escort fleet.

The members of this escort formation are all senior intellectuals in Somalab. Most of them have graduated from elementary school, and they have some idea about the moon landing.

The adjutant of the formation, who only had a high school education, asked in disbelief, "Boss, is it really possible for our Somalab to land on the moon?"

"If Baba Yang can do it, why can't we? We need to perform well, and it will be easy for Lord Long. By then, we will also be a space power on the blue planet!" Hamamud said confidently.

Many people in the Somalab escort formation were so excited after hearing the speech that they subconsciously picked up their AKs and wanted to fire a burst of bullets into the sky to celebrate.

Firing AK guns into the sky is also a way for countries in the Middle East to celebrate happy events. Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, it sounds very exciting.

Seeing this, Hammamood immediately scolded: "We are now regular soldiers. Don't be like pirates, firing AKs into the sky at every turn. Is this acceptable?"

"Master Long just sent a message that an oil tanker from the Eagle Sauce family is about to pass through our sea area. Brothers, follow me and let's hijack the ship together!"

"Boss, you just said we are a regular army."

"Oh, they're not hijacking the ship, they're going up to check and collect fines!"

The tanker "Eagle Sauce" is under the name of former ambassador Michael Robbins. After he resigned, he became the captain and started transporting oil from White Elephant to Europe.

Ever since Russia cut off its oil supply to Europe, oil prices in Europe have skyrocketed, more than tripling.

After Michael Robin became the captain, the original captain of the tanker was demoted to the second mate, but all matters big and small on the ship were still decided by the second mate.

"Mr. Robin, we can't take the Red Sea route. Somalia will attack us. Let's go around the southern tip of Africa."

Michael Robin became furious all of a sudden. He was about to retort and was about to say that his navy was invincible.

Then I remembered that my own aircraft carrier was hit by Hussein some time ago. I chewed the words on the tip of my tongue, but had to swallow them back into my stomach.

"Okay, safety is important. You take care of the things on the ship. I'm going to rest."

"Once we get to Europe, I'll get off the ship and you can continue to be the captain."

When Michael Robin finished speaking and was about to leave, the tanker's radar suddenly issued a warning that several small speedboats were approaching quickly with unknown intentions.

"Pirates, Captain, these must be pirates from Somalab!"

"Let's quickly notify our navy to escort us, otherwise we'll be in trouble if they hold us hostage and demand ransom."

Michael Robin frowned. He didn't expect that pirates from Somalab would really appear and make trouble for him.

"As a former ambassador, I just resigned, not died. Do you really think that I have no connections in the Eagle Army?" Michael Robin cursed.

After he finished cursing, he turned on the public channel and prepared to call the Eagle Navy to come and escort.

"Oil tankers ahead, please stop. We are the Somalab maritime escort fleet. I now suspect that you have contraband on board, and that you may be hiding weapons of mass destruction. Please stop for inspection!"

"Oil tankers ahead, please stop. We are the Somalab maritime escort fleet. I now suspect that you have contraband on board, and that you may be hiding weapons of mass destruction. Please stop for inspection!"

……

Michael Robin frowned as he listened to the shouting coming from the public channel.

What is the Somalab Maritime Escort Fleet? When did such an organization emerge in this sea area?

Also, haven't you always been the one accusing others of having prohibited items and hiding weapons of mass destruction? How come it's suddenly the other way around?

The second mate of the tanker asked: "Mr. Robin, should we still call the navy to escort us?"

"Should we stop the ship and let them inspect it? Are there any prohibited items in the cargo you brought on board?"

Michael Robin: “………………”

(End of this chapter)