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Chapter 131 The Rendezvous! (Second Update!)

The speedboat sped across the sea, and the team leader, Hakimi, would occasionally pick up his binoculars to search the surrounding sky. Only after confirming that the sky was safe would he take out his phone to check their current location.

He then directed the driver to adjust the direction, and after the driver had adjusted the direction, he continued to use his binoculars to search the surroundings.

Finally, after adjusting his direction and searching the surrounding sky once again, he spotted an oil tanker through his binoculars. After staring at the tanker's starboard side for a while, Hakimi quickly took out his phone to check the messages he had received.

The receiving vessel was registered in Panama and named the Duke of Victoria and the Green Rainforest.

He held up his phone and compared the ship's name with the information he had received repeatedly before Hakimi finally confirmed that the oil tanker in the distance was one of the tankers he was supposed to meet.

That is, the Duke of Victoria.

Of course, this is just the ship's name. The information I received also included the ship's hull number, as well as the names and identities of the captain, first mate, and others.

Once on board, carefully check this information to confirm whether it is the ship you are looking for.

If so, bring them in; if not, disembark.

retreat!

He put away his binoculars and patted the driver next to him on the shoulder: "See that ship? Move closer!"

The driver didn't immediately change direction, but instead turned to Hakimi: "Can you communicate with them?"

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The driver's words stunned Hakimi instantly.

Although he was a key member of the Revolutionary Guard, he only knew Persian and some Pashto. As for English, he was completely clueless.

Hakimi didn't reply. The driver rolled his eyes: "We don't speak the language. What if they ram us with their boat?"

This is a difficult problem!

Hakimi hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone to make a call, but the phone, which had a signal just a short while ago, suddenly lost all signal.

He could only stuff his phone into his pocket and start thinking of a solution.

Then he noticed the turban the driver was wearing.

White.

He yanked off the other person's headscarf, then picked up a nearby oar and tied the white headscarf to it.

I shook it hard, and it's done!

Seeing him do this, the driver sneered and adjusted the direction.

The speedboat changed direction and approached the distant ship at an extremely high speed.

Meanwhile, on the Duke of Victoria, Captain Nguyen Van An also received a report from his subordinates that three speedboats of unknown nationality were heading from the direction of Iran and were rapidly approaching them.

He quickly turned to look at the radar, where the three points were rapidly approaching each other. In two minutes at most, these three points would collide head-on with them.

Letting out a soft breath, Nguyen Van An turned to the first mate beside him and shouted, "Close all hatches! Have security load their weapons! Also, broadcast this over the open radio channel and through the loudspeaker!"

A series of instructions were issued, and the crew behind him quickly got to work. The communications officer turned on the public channel of the radio and the ship's loudspeaker, and began frantically calling out: "Unidentified vessel on starboard side, this is the Duke of Victoria. Please state your identity and purpose. Repeat, please state your identity and purpose."

As he shouted, four Southeast Asians dressed in black special operations uniforms ran out of the hatch behind Nguyen Van An. Two of them ran to the window of the command room, opened the window a crack, and pointed their guns outside.

The remaining two followed closely behind Nguyen Van An.

In a short while, the communications officer called three times, and on his fourth call, he finally received a response from the other party over the radio.

However, they couldn't understand the language being spoken over the radio; they could only tell that the other person's tone was alright and not in a hurry.

After a while, the security guard who had been observing the starboard side suddenly turned around: "They're waving a white flag!"

"A white flag?" Nguyen Van An was taken aback for a moment, then quickly ran to the starboard security post and looked at the distant sea through binoculars.

Through the binoculars, a large-bearded man dressed in gray-yellow desert camouflage, who looked like a soldier, was vigorously waving a white flag in his hand.

Upon seeing the white flag, Nguyen Van An was stunned again.

In recent years, thanks to the escort of fleets from various countries, the number of pirates in this sea area has decreased, but they have not been completely eradicated; instead, they have become more cunning.

Raising a white flag means these people are probably up to something.

With a guess in mind, he continued to look at the three speedboats through his binoculars, and soon he spotted something on the speedboat on the left.

Something that looks like a miniature tank!

This miniature tank even has a cannon barrel on its front!

It's confirmed, these guys are pirates. They're waving the white flag to exploit my sympathy. Once they're on board, they'll go on a killing spree.

Having confirmed the other party's purpose, Nguyen Van An turned and began giving orders: "Hard left swerve, security personnel prepare to fire if they approach again."

The instructions had just been given when a satellite phone call came in from the rear.

He quickly answered the call and reported the situation.

After the report was finished, there was a moment of silence on the satellite phone. After a while, he received a strange instruction.

[Turn on the shipborne satellite communication terminal and start video calling on your phone!]

Um--

The new instructions left Nguyen Van An even more bewildered.

At a time like this, you're still thinking about turning on a video call?

Neuropathy!

Ruan Wen'en was bewildered by the many baffling things he had witnessed in a single day, but he still followed the instructions and turned on the shipborne satellite communication terminal.

As soon as the communication terminal was turned on, the ship's WiFi was restored, the mobile phone's WiFi automatically connected, and a video call immediately came in.

Upon connecting the video call, Ruan Wen'en saw the person on the other end lying on a deck chair. He wanted to curse, but considering that the other person was his boss and he depended on him for a living, he had no choice but to force a smile and greet his boss: "Boss, look, those are the three ships!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nguyen Van An pointed his phone camera at the speedboats in the distance, then adjusted the lens so that the person on the other end of the video could clearly see the three speedboats in the distance.

After watching for a while, his boss's voice came from the video: "Those three speedboats are the Iranians' pick-up vessels. Let them board, let them undergo inspection, and then follow them to load oil."

Red Star Holiday Sunshine Hotel.

After Wu Yuansong's companion finished speaking, he put his phone, which was on a video call, aside and gestured to Wu Yuansong with his eyes. Upon receiving his companion's signal, Wu Yuansong leaned towards Guo Liangying: "Mr. Guo, we've taken a lot of risks to let people on board, what do you say—"

"Shut up!" Guo Liangying, who was on the recliner, raised her eyelids and replied to Wu Yuansong. She then adjusted her position and continued to lazily look at Wu Yuansong: "You chose the plan, so let's proceed slowly according to the procedure."

"Don't worry about the speed. I've already arranged the hotel. Eat when you're hungry and sleep when you're tired."

"Once the oil is loaded, you will be free."

Guo Liangying's tough words nipped Wu Yuansong's attempt to find a reason to lower the price in the bud. Unable to gain any advantage, Wu Yuansong could only sit up straight, take the phone from his companion, and remotely control Ruan Wen'en, who was far away in the Arabian Sea.

Shortly after I picked up the phone, the three speedboats in the video docked, and then a group of Iranians boarded the boats with the help of crane equipment.

Along with them boarded the ship was that strange thing that looked like a tank.

After staring at them for a few more seconds, Wu Yuansong said softly, "Ruan Wen'en, remember, you're here to load oil. Try your best to avoid conflict with them."

After giving his instructions, he hung up the video call, leaned back in his recliner, and closed his eyes to rest.

The Arabian Sea.

Climbing aboard the oil tanker, Hakimi raised his right hand and pointed to two men, then gestured towards the bow: "You take the flags and go to the bow. Keep an eye on what's happening ahead."

"Half of the remaining personnel will defend the middle section, and this laser air defense system will also be deployed to the middle. If any drones that do not belong to us appear, we will shoot them down immediately."

"Everyone else, come with me to the control room!"

After assigning the personnel, Hakimi led a few people toward the tanker's control room. Upon entering the control room, he immediately saw Nguyen Van An, but his gaze did not linger on him. Instead, he quickly surveyed the people around him.

After looking around and not seeing the person he wanted, he looked up at Ruan Wen'en, about to ask her a question, when he suddenly remembered that he didn't speak English.

He could only take out his phone, fiddle with it for a while, and then hold the phone screen up in front of Nguyen Van An, indicating that he wanted to connect to WiFi for him.

Ruan Wen'en's face twitched a few times as he picked up his phone and connected to WiFi.

After the connection was established, Hakimi began communicating with Nguyen Van An in Persian mixed with broken English: "Where are your soldiers on the ship? Tell them to hand over their guns! We'll keep them for you, and we'll return them to you when you leave."

Soldier----

Hearing the broken English translation on the other party's phone, Nguyen Van An's eyelids twitched. He picked up the walkie-talkie and called the four security personnel together, instructing them to remove their guns.

Having obtained the other party's weapon, Hakimi immediately opened the chamber and checked the bullets.

He separated the bullets and gun, casually handing them to his teammates behind him, before speaking again: "You have two ships, where's the other one?"

"We may need to go to two ports to repackage the goods and call another ship on board."

"Which two ports?" Nguyen Van An asked instinctively, but at the same time, he already knew the answer in his mind: a few years ago, Iran only had one port, Khark, that exported oil.

Now, we also need to add the port of Jasker.

But the port of Jask was attacked just two days prior. And the attackers were none other than Israelis.

The port of Halk is located in the Strait of Hormuz, in the Persian Gulf.

With Iranians leading the way, getting in is easy, but coming out, there's no guarantee that the Saudis and UAE won't cause trouble.

"Halke and Jaske!" Hakimi replied casually, then looked at Nguyen Van An, waiting for his response.

After his gaze lingered on the muzzle of the other man's gun for a moment, Nguyen Van An picked up the walkie-talkie beside him and began calling Green Rainforest.

After the call was completed, and about an hour later, the Green Rainforest came into view of the Duke of Victoria.

Upon the arrival of the ship, Nguyen Van An immediately issued new orders: "Shut down the radar and all external communication systems."

Once these systems are shut down, the two ships disappear from international shipping charts, temporarily becoming the shadow of the shadow fleet.

After confirming repeatedly that the two ships had shut down their communication systems, Hakimi began the next step of the deployment.

He further divided the personnel and sent a speedboat to the Green Rainforest.

The personnel were in place, but they still did not take any action.

Instead, they were waiting, waiting for nightfall.

As the sun set in the west, Hakimi, who had been resting against the side of the cabin, suddenly opened his eyes and pressed the walkie-talkie on his chest: "Begin the operation!"

With a command given, this makeshift shadow fleet set sail.

Three Iranian speedboats, one of which was carrying lights, led the way for the two boats behind.

The remaining two speedboats were positioned to the left and right of the two ships, respectively, for guard duty.

As the ship slowly moved forward, Hakimi's heart was in his throat.

The Strait of Hormuz is a good place for them to do the Americans, but it is also a good place for the Americans to do the Americans.

After the initial standoff, both sides began using drones and mines in a very harmonious manner.

You bomb my ship, I'll bomb yours!

Nobody's going to have an easy time!

During the day, visibility in the Strait of Hormuz is excellent, and no one can cross by sea. At night, as darkness falls, everyone begins to quietly prepare to cross.

Therefore, when operating in this sea area at night, in addition to being wary of drones in the sky, you should also be careful of ships on the sea that do not turn on their radar.

Just then, Hakimi's chest radio crackled to life, and the person in charge of the air defense system screamed, "Drone in the southwest! Turn off the lights! Slow down!"

In short, the three speedboats immediately turned off their lights, and Duke Victoria and Green Rainforest also slowed down immediately, but the boats were too big and it took time to slow down.

During the lull in the deceleration, Nguyen Van An clasped his hands together and began to pray silently, asking all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens to protect him.

I hope I can return home safely.

Just as he finished praying, he saw a red beam of light suddenly shoot out from the middle of the tanker. Then, as if someone were holding the red beam of light in their hand, it began to wave wildly in the darkness.

At that moment, a line of poetry suddenly popped into Nguyen Van An's mind.

The King of Qin rode a tiger and roamed the eight directions, his sword flashing as the sky turned azure!

Although the sky wasn't azure, this red was more terrifying and chilling than azure.

The beam of light lasted only about ten seconds. By the time Nguyen Van En came to his senses, the middle section of the ship had returned to normal, and the walkie-talkie on Hakimi's chest crackled to life again: "The drones have all been dealt with. Turn on the lights and proceed immediately!"

Nguyen Van An did not understand Persian, but he could tell from the other person's tone that they were calm and unhurried, which meant the problem must have been solved.

After a few seconds of silence, he cautiously asked Hakimi, "What was that just now—"

He only got halfway through the question when he suddenly remembered that the ship's communication terminals had been turned off, and the other person's phone had no Wi-Fi, so naturally, the online translation function couldn't be used.

Without a translation function, he and the other person would be talking at cross purposes, like chickens and ducks trying to understand each other.

What a waste!

The ship sailed silently in the darkness, encountering several other ships along the way, but these ships seemed not to see each other, silently shifting their positions in the darkness and then silently passing by.

After traveling for hours in the darkness, Hakimi walked up to Nguyen Van An, gently patted him on the shoulder, then pointed to the land in the distance, followed by the green rainforest behind, and began to gesture:

Send that ship to this port!

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