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Michael Robin's hesitant attitude gave the second mate on the tanker a bad feeling.

Before his boss boarded the ship, he brought his men to load two containers onto the ship. The two containers did not have complete documentation, and no one was allowed to approach.

Oh my god, there shouldn’t be anything wrong with those two containers!

"Mr. Robin, those two containers of yours are not filled with arms, are they?" the second mate asked tentatively.

"No, no, don't worry. It's just two containers of chemical raw materials, thiodiglycol and thionyl chloride." Michael Robin explained.

When the second mate heard this, he finally gave up.

Before he became a captain, he was a high school chemistry teacher and was very familiar with all kinds of chemicals.

"Mr. Robin, how could you bring raw materials for making biological weapons onto the ship? What on earth do you want to do?"

"I'm going to report this to the FBI. Please don't implicate us. I don't want to become a terrorist and be wanted by the entire Blue Star."

Michael Robin looked at the second mate who was about to collapse, and smiled and comforted him: "This is the goods that the six-pointed star wants. Our commander-in-chief also knows it. Who on the entire blue planet dares to check our ship, who dares to check our goods?"

"Also, how do you know that thiodiglycol and thionyl chloride are the raw materials for making biological killer weapons?"

"I used to be a high school chemistry teacher and I have a PhD in chemistry from the University of Pennsylvania. I certainly know what these two chemical raw materials can do."

"Mr. Robin, tell me first, how should we deal with Somalab's maritime escort formation?" the second mate asked with a frown.

Michael Robin shrugged indifferently and said, "On Blue Planet, whoever I say is a terrorist is a terrorist."

"There is no such thing as a maritime escort fleet in Somalab. They are clearly a group of pirates. Ignore them and just keep sailing."

"I have already notified our navy. When they come, we will treat them as pirates."

"Mr. Robin, they are regular soldiers, not pirates!"

"When did Somalab have a regular navy? I said they are pirates, so they are pirates!" Although Michael Robin said it lightly, he couldn't help muttering in his heart.

He seriously suspected that there was a conspiracy, a huge conspiracy against him.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that I had taken a detour to get here, but was harassed by the pirates from Somalab. Someone in my family must have leaked the information.

There must be someone supporting Somalab, otherwise these pirates would be so bold as to rob Eagle Sauce's ship.

After Hammamud commanded the small boats to surround the tanker, he looked at the tanker still rushing forward and was suddenly overjoyed.

It seems that the teacher's information is very accurate. There are big fish on this tanker!

"Boss, if they don't stop the boat, how can we go up to check? What should we do now?"

Hammamud looked at his adjutant, straightened his navy uniform, and emphasized: "How many times have I told you, in the future, don't call me boss when you are outside, remember to call me by my position!"

"We are in the navy now, not pirates. Don't use pirate tactics. It would be terrible if someone heard us and misunderstood us!"

"Look at my memory, boss. Don't worry, I will definitely remember it this time. What should we do now?" The adjutant scratched his head and asked embarrassedly.

Hammamud looked at his adjutant for two seconds, then finally gave up.

They can shout whatever they want. Who says that regular soldiers can't call their superiors "boss"?

"It's not like I haven't encountered this kind of situation before when I was a pirate. Take out that broken fishing net and destroy their engine!"

"Boss, we were pirates back then, but now we are regular soldiers. We have been promoted to regular soldiers. It is not good to use this trick, right?" Hammamood glared and said, "Bullshit, what's wrong with that? They violently resisted the law and refused to accept inspection, so we can only use unconventional means."

"By the way, turn on all the videos. Don't give them any reason to accuse us of not following the rules in our inspection procedures!"

The fishing net contains not only nylon ropes, but also woven fine steel wires. Not to mention oil tankers, even the propellers of warships can be entangled.

When the Eagle Soy Oil tanker stopped, everyone on board panicked. After all, there was no weapon on board, while on Somalab's small boat, almost everyone was armed with an RPG.

"Eagle sauce, leniency will be given to those who confess, severity will be given to those who resist, stop the ship and lower the gangway!"

"This is our Somalab waters. We have the right to board the ship for inspection. If you continue to be stubborn and resist, the only consequence will be death!" Hammamoud held the walkie-talkie and shouted to the tanker on the public channel.

When Michael Robin heard this, he felt it sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

He seriously suspected that these Somali pirates had all studied at Dongda.

"Mr. Robin, those pirates are holding RPGs. Why don't we just listen to them and let them come aboard to check!"

"Don't be afraid. These pirates from Somalab are just for show. Let's hold out for another ten minutes. When our navy arrives, they will run away."

"It would be a big trouble if we really let them on board. Ten minutes, just ten minutes, our Arleigh Burke destroyer would be here to support us!" Michael Robin refused decisively and encouraged everyone on the ship.

He is now completely certain that there is definitely a conspiracy behind this matter and someone is definitely trying to frame him.

If these pirates were allowed on board, the tanker would definitely be saved, but if the things on the ship were exposed, they would definitely be doomed.

The two sides remained in a stalemate, and about five minutes later, an Arleigh Burke-class destroyer rushed over from the west.

The Somalab Maritime Escort Fleet, which had originally been in high spirits, almost fled in all directions after seeing the destroyer.

Hammamud started to curse: "Why are you all running? What are you afraid of? This is our waters, and we have the power to enforce the law here!"

"If they dare to wave people, then we will chase them. I must get on this tanker today!"

"Boss, their warships are here, why don't we retreat? There's no need to fight to the death here."

"Who dares to touch the Eagle Sauce's warships in this sea area?"

Hammamood sneered and said, "That was in the past. No one dared to touch them, but times have changed now."

"Housai Arab attacked their aircraft carriers. Do you think the Eagles dare to fight back?"

The adjutant was very surprised and asked: "Boss, can you really get those big brothers from Huseraber here?"

"Bullshit, what big brother? Don't call them elders randomly. We are classmates and comrades-in-arms with them. Wait, don't be afraid, I will call my class teacher!" Hammamoud said very unhappily.

The head can be cut off and blood can be shed, but the seniority cannot be messed up, otherwise how will I survive in the seminar in the future?
He opened the WeChat group of the seminar and started tagging Li Yunfei and Hussein.

Soma Labo: "@Class teacher Li Yunfei, teacher, please save me. I was enforcing the law in the sea and blocked an oil tanker, but they didn't follow the moral code and brought a warship here!"

Soma Labo: "@Husai Labo, old classmate, for the sake of your class teacher, please lend a hand to your brother!"

In this small piece of land of the Middle East, no matter who causes trouble for the Eagle Sauce, there will always be someone to come to help.

Hammamood's words instantly activated the class group, and almost everyone was revived from their slacking off. (End of this chapter)