Hou Liangping arrested a hawkish general, and his father-in-law panicked

More than a dozen black figures, like ghosts, landed on the deck of the Sea Wolf along the rappelling ropes.

The leaders were Yuan Lang and Tan Xiaolin.

"Wolf Fang, Fire Phoenix, start moving!"

"Goal, rescue the hostages and take control of the entire ship!"

"All those who resist will be killed without mercy!"

A one-sided massacre without any suspense began.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The dense gunfire and the explosions of grenades completely sounded the melody of death on the deck and cabin of the Seawolf.

Faced with the "Wolf Fang" and "Fire Phoenix" that fell from the sky, these mercenaries, who were extremely ferocious on weekdays, were like a group of lambs to be slaughtered and could not organize any effective resistance at all.

Their tactics and equipment seemed so ridiculous and childish in front of the top special forces of these countries.

Yuan Lang took the lead. The Type 95 automatic rifle in his hand was like a scepter of the god of death. With every burst of fire, an enemy would fall down.

The "Fire Phoenix" team members led by Tan Xiaolin are as capable as men.

Their tactical movements are more flexible than men's, and their marksmanship is more accurate than men's.

Ye Cunxin and Shen Lannie formed an assault team. Like two sharp daggers, they pushed forward along the narrow cabin passage, leaving only corpses and bullet casings wherever they passed.

Less than ten minutes.

The gunfire on the entire "Sea Wolf" gradually subsided.

Except for a few mercenaries who hid in the corner, trembling with fear, and voluntarily threw down their weapons and surrendered, all the other resistance fighters were killed on the spot.

In the cab, "Scorpion" looked at the monitoring screen and saw those special forces soldiers who looked like the Killing Dragon Country, and he was completely desperate.

He knew that he was finished.

He slowly pulled out a golden Desert Eagle from his waist.

He didn't want to be captured.

He wanted to keep a last bit of dignity for himself.

However, just as he was about to point the gun at his own temple.

"boom!"

The door of the cab was kicked open.

A black figure flashed in like a ghost.

"Scorpion" felt his wrist go numb, and the golden pistol flew out of his hand.

The next second, a cold hand, like an iron clamp, tightly grasped his throat and lifted him up.

It's Yuan Lang.

He looked at the man in front of him whose face was flushed and who was struggling desperately because of suffocation, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

"Are you 'Scorpion'?"

Yuan Lang's voice was as cold as ice.

"Scorpion" was speechless and could only look at him in horror.

"Where are my people?"

Yuan Lang increased the strength in his hands a little more.

"Scorpion" felt that his neck was about to be broken.

He desperately pointed to a secret door in the corner of the cab that led to the bottom cabin.

Yuan Lang snorted coldly and threw him to the ground like trash.

"take away!"

Two members of the "Wolf Fang" team immediately stepped forward and smashed the back of his head with the butts of their rifles. "Scorpion" groaned and fainted. ...

The bottom hold of the "Sea Wolf".

It's dark, damp, and filled with the smell of motor oil and rust.

……

055 destroyer, bridge command room.

When Zhao Yuanchao sent back real-time images via drone.

"Report to the commander!"

Zhou Shoujing's voice rang in his ears, "Yuan Lang sent a message saying they found an encrypted file in Scorpion's personal computer."

"The technical department is currently deciphering it. Preliminary assessment is that the records contained within are the entire contents of the so-called 'Ark Project'!"

Zhao Yuanchao's eyes lit up again.

"Crack it immediately! I want to see this document before I return to base!"

"Yes!"

after an hour.

When the 055 destroyer, escorted by more than a dozen helicopters, slowly entered the Jinghai Port.

At the same time, the cracked encrypted file also appeared on the tactical tablet in front of Zhao Yuanchao.

Zhao Yuanchao clicked on the file.

After just one glance, his pupils suddenly contracted.

That's not a plan.

That's a list.

A list so long that it made him shudder.

The list contains the names and detailed information of more than 500 "customers" from nearly 100 countries around the world.

Among these people, there are wealthy tycoons, politicians with connections, famous stars, and even members of the royal families of several countries.

And they all have one thing in common.

That is, they all suffer from various terminal illnesses that require organ replacements.

The so-called "Ark Project" is a transnational human organ trading network that provides "spare bodies" for the world's top dignitaries!

"Scorpion" is just one of the middlemen in this network.

And Jingxin Villa is just one of their countless "organ ranches" around the world.

Zhao Yuanchao's hands were trembling slightly.

He flipped through the pages.

He must report it immediately!

He picked up the satellite phone on the bridge and dialed the number that he would not use easily.

"I'm Zhao Yuanchao."

"I have something bigger than life, and I need to report it to the commander in person!"

The lights in the office that determines the fate of countless people in the country are brightly lit.

Zhao Mengsheng, with gray hair but vigorous spirit and eyes as sharp as an eagle, was listening quietly to the phone in front of him.

The phone call is encrypted.

On the other end of the phone was Zhao Yuanchao's young yet powerful voice.

Zhao Mengsheng didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

There was no expression on his face, but his fingers tapping lightly on the table revealed the extremely turbulent waves in his heart.

Organ trafficking...

International criminal networks...

Project Ark...

Shocking words came from the other end of the phone.

When Zhao Yuanchao read out the name of the teacher who had fought side by side with him and was his most respected teacher, who was hidden at the end of the "Ark Project" list.

Zhao Mengsheng's fingers suddenly stopped.

The office fell into dead silence.

After a long time.

Zhao Mengsheng spoke slowly, his voice filled with indescribable fatigue and hoarseness.

"Are you sure, Yuan Chao?"

"Report to the chief."

Zhao Yuanchao's voice was firm and decisive. "We have both witnesses and evidence. The international arms dealer known as 'Scorpion' has confessed everything. We've obtained the complete list of 'Ark Project' members and all transaction records from his computer."

There was another long silence on the other end of the phone.

"You did very well."

Zhao Mengsheng said slowly, "You have lived up to the trust that the Party and the people have placed in you."

"However, this matter is beyond the scope of what your army can handle."

"You must return to the capital immediately, bringing all the evidence and all the criminals with you."

"Remember, from now on, every word about the 'Ark Project' will be classified as the nation's highest level of military secrets. No one else is allowed to know except you and me."

"Understand?"

"understand!"

Zhao Yuanchao responded loudly.