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Michael Robin was in the safe house, listening to the second mate's words, and suddenly his eyes went dark. These local pirates were so rude!
What kind of maritime escort team is this? They are even worse than pirates. Isn't this just extortion?

He threatened the crew around him to untie the rope, went back to his room, picked up a pistol, and walked angrily to the captain's room.

"I can't pay it. I can't pay a cent of it. I don't believe that there are still laws and royal laws on the high seas."

"You are simply pirates, worse than pirates, and you still want to become a regular navy. Disgusting! I won't let you earn a penny of this money. Disgusting, disgusting!"

Hammamud heard the captain cursing outside the room and turned his head in surprise.

I brought dozens of people on board, and everyone was holding an AK and RPG. Who is this and why is he speaking so arrogantly?
"How dare you do this to us? Don't you know who we are?" Michael Robin kicked the door open angrily, holding a pistol.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw seven or eight AK guns and three RPGs pointed directly at him.

Hammamud also took out his pistol, pointed it at Michael Robin and pointed it towards the deck.

"Mr. Hama, you are the navy, a maritime escort formation, and you are driving a law enforcement recorder. You can't do anything!" the second mate quickly advised.

Hammamood raised his hand to turn off the law enforcement recorder on his chest and smiled crookedly: "Sorry, my law enforcement recorder is out of battery."

When Michael Robin saw this scene, he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes and his heart sank.

Boom!
He immediately dropped the pistol in his hand, put his hands on his head, and knelt on the ground in a very standard posture.

Hammamud looked at the scene with satisfaction and asked the second mate, "Who is this? Doesn't he know who we are?"

"Doesn't he know that we all hold the truth? Has he always been so brave?"

The second mate looked at Ak and RPG and sighed helplessly. Mr. Robin has always been so brave, but it's a pity that this time, these pirates are in the right.

"We are the most reasonable. We will fine a public official two million dollars for openly attacking him."

"Also, your ship's name is unlucky and the paint font is not standard. You will be fined another 60 dollars. Let me calculate it for you. The total fine is 3,600,060 dollars."

"This is the receipt, please keep it. Should the fine be paid in cash or by direct transfer?" Hammamoud asked as he looked up while writing.

The second mate looked surprised and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Hama, how come there is another one million dollars? Did you calculate it wrong?"

Hammamud was stunned for a moment, then he immediately took out his mobile phone, turned on his computer, calculated for a long time, and then frowned.

He said unhappily, "What do you mean by miscalculated? The one million dollars is the handling fee. Do you understand?"

"Okay, that's good, Boss!"

"The boss said we should call the captain. We are no longer pirates!"

"If we had known that it was so easy to make money by intercepting ships and collecting fines, why would we be pirates?"

"It's so profitable. No wonder there are no pirates in other seas."

The members of the Somalab Maritime Escort Fleet in the captain's room were delighted and began to applaud.

Michael Robin gritted his teeth and said, "We accept the fine. Can you leave now?"

He had already made up his mind that he would ask for the money back from the Hexagram after arriving in Europe.

"Boss, something bad has happened. We found two containers. These two containers are not on the cargo list. Would you like to take a look?" the adjutant asked on the walkie-talkie.

Hamamod and his men rushed over immediately.

He looked at the two containers, frowned and asked, "What's in these two containers? Why are they not in the cargo list?" "They are all some chemicals. We forgot about them when we went through customs. You can just fine us and we will take care of it." Michael Robin said quickly.

"Taking these two containers is considered smuggling. One container will be fined US$500,000, and two containers will be fined US$1 million. Do you have any objections?"

"No, absolutely no objection!"

While writing the ticket, Hammamood asked, "What chemicals are contained here and how many are there?"

"It's nothing, just some very common chemicals, just twenty boxes of diglycol and twenty boxes of thionyl chloride." Michael Robin said stiffly.

He tried his best to look calm and collected, and he was also betting that Hammam did not recognize these chemicals.

After all, they are not the five big gangsters and are not professionals. Who knows that this thing is the raw material for making biological weapons!
Hammamud took a deep breath when he heard his words, took several steps back, and asked, "Captain, you are breaking the law, do you know that?"

"Twenty boxes of thiodiglycol and twenty boxes of thionyl chloride. These are the raw materials for making biological killers. Do you think I haven't seen that rabbit?"

"Back then, you used this excuse to frame my teacher. Now you are in my hands, hehe."

"Even under international law, you can be sentenced to life imprisonment at most, but in our Somali country."

Michael Robin's eyes went dark. He didn't expect that in Somalab, where the average person has only primary school education, there would be people who knew about diethylene glycol thioglycol and thionyl chloride.

If this thing were to be exposed in the Blue Star news media, I would be doomed.

He subconsciously wanted to use money to settle the matter, and asked: "Mr. Hama, what will happen in your Somalab? I am willing to pay a fine of 10 million US dollars."

"Can you please pretend you didn't see this? I am willing to sponsor you another $5 million personally, and everyone present will also get a share, with a minimum of $100,000."

"Captain, you are really lucky. This matter is punishable by death in our Somalab, and you have a bad attitude and openly bribed law enforcement officers."

"We in Somalia govern the country according to the law. Do you think this is your Eagle Sauce and that you can just pay money to settle any problem?"

“Save all the videos in the law enforcement recorder, arrest the people, seize the boat, make them pay the fine, and contact all the news media on Blue Star to expose this matter.” Hammamud pursed his lips, raised his head at a 45-degree angle to look up at the sky, and said proudly.

His words were like a bolt from the blue to the tanker crew.

"You have no right to detain me. I want to contact our Eagle Sauce. Let me go!"

"I am a former ambassador of the United States. I have diplomatic immunity. You can't do this to me!" Michael Robin said struggling.

"You are a former ambassador. How can you still have diplomatic immunity? Besides, you are not the diplomatic ambassador stationed in Somalab!"

"You must know and understand the law. Don't do this kind of thing again in your next life!" Hammamoud patted Michael Robin on the shoulder and advised him.

The pirates from Somalia actually dared to seize the United States' oil tanker, and found diethylene glycol and thionyl chloride in it. Moreover, the person in charge of seizing the ship was the former ambassador of the United States.

This incident quickly became a hot topic of discussion on Blue Star, and many people gained a new understanding of the pirates of Somalab.

When Hammamoud's law enforcement video was released, the audience at Dongda University felt a sense of déjà vu when watching the entire process.

"This is not the way our traffic police team does it. Brother Somalab is good at learning it!"

"I really learned the essence, even learning that fining is not the purpose."

"How dare you say that handling fees are not the essence? [Tears rushing]" (End of this chapter)