nightcrawler in los angeles

Chapter 220 Ship blocking incident in the Strait of Hormuz

It's easy for pirates to rob an old cargo ship and supertanker.

It is nothing more than a mother ship releasing a few small assault boats, and then firing a few shots. The smart captain will take the sailors to hide in the engine room and wait for the rescue of the coast guard.

The confused captain will lead the brave sailors to fight the pirates.

After all, pirates seldom do things that hurt the crew. As long as the owner of the oil tanker pays the ransom on time, the crew may still enjoy the treatment of the emperor in the pirate den.

As a former captain of the Panama Canal, Russell has a very clear analysis of whether these ships resisted or not.

Russell, who had been floating on the Red Sea for almost a week, finally received an order from his boss.

"Let the Strait of Hormuz be blocked for three days!"

"After three days of blocking, you will throw away the mother ship and return to Somalia through the mouth of the Suez Canal!"

Safari's rather cold voice came from the other end of the phone, and Russell once again thought of the days when he fled in Panama.

For felons like them, it is humiliating for a woman to be their leader.

Just when their group of felons was about to leave the border with Panama, a Colombian drug dealer sneaked into Safari's tent in the dark.

At the beginning, it was the sound that everyone was looking forward to.

After all, their group had been wreaking havoc in Panama for almost three months.

When all the troops and police who are chasing you have begun to withdraw, everyone will inevitably fall into a deep sleep, and Safali, who is the leader of their group, is also inevitable.

A former female pirate and a former Colombian drug dealer got into a tent, who suffers?

Don't even think about it!

As the tent shook longer and longer, the Colombian drug dealer became more and more arrogant.

He even started to mock Safali unscrupulously in the tent, and threatened her to hand over her rights.

Just when everyone thought they were going to have another male leader, the tent, which was still lit with yellow lights, was instantly shrouded in blood mist.

The body of a Colombian drug dealer was hung from a tree the next day.

What shocked him the most was that the drug dealer's legs were hung on three branches, but Safali continued to run away with everyone like a normal person!

Since then, Safali has become a legend in the mouths of these old people.

Black Widow!
Anyone can get into the bed of the Black Widow, but that ticket is likely to be your life!

The Strait of Hormuz serves as a strait between Iran and Oman.

It is about 150 kilometers long and 56-125 kilometers wide.

If you want to block the Strait of Hormuz, it is actually very simple, as long as you stop the two oil tankers and make them lose power, you can achieve this goal.

In order to achieve this goal, a freighter named "Postman" soon appeared in Russell's mind!

This ship is a freighter owned by the American Matson Shipping Co., Ltd. The things on the freighter are actually not very valuable, either packages or some complicated equipment.

Often the cargo on such a freighter is generally not followed up by its parent company.

Even if the ship is lost at sea, as long as the progress can be reported within three days, the parent company will not seek help from the coast guard.

Russell standing on the deck seriously smoked the cigarette in his hand and waited for the movement on the radar.

A freighter 40 meters long and 8 meters wide sailed towards the Strait of Hormuz.

The freighter "Postman 7" owned by the American Matson Line Co., Ltd. slowly lowered its speed while honking its horn.

As an English captain, Doral has his own pride!

Doral, who was standing in the captain's cabin, held the binoculars in his hand and said to the first officer behind him with a serious face: "Sign up first, then use the radio to communicate!"

When the first mate, who was a Spaniard, left,
Doral slammed the telescope in his hand on the table angrily: "Has the Red Sea been occupied by those damn Spaniards now? There are Spaniards everywhere! Even at the mouth of the Strait of Hormuz It's their people!"

These racially discriminatory words made the entire cabin of the cockpit quiet.

"Captain, the Strait of Hormuz doesn't seem to be very peaceful recently. Not long ago, someone from the Coast Guard said they saw a pirate ship near here. He said let's be careful."

Doral snorted coldly: "Pirate? I'm afraid he doesn't know what my grandfather, my father, and I do!"

Doral, who finished his harsh words, turned his head and returned to his exclusive lounge.

"Russell! The Postman has slowed down, aren't we close?"

Russell standing in the cab carefully touched the back of his head and said after thinking for a while: "Get ready to hang the rope!"

"This time put 5 assault boats! No! 8!"

"We won't board the ship this time! As long as we put out the fuel, we will retreat. Oman's coast guard has spotted us recently. Go early and be safe!"

Not far away, "Postman No. 7" kept sending telegrams to their freighter, urging them to speed up and leave.

But the mother ship that Russell was on was unmoved.

Instead, they secretly activated 10 suspension machines on the mother ship!

Although the sound of the waves of the sea covered up the movement of the suspension machine, the thick smoke of the suspension machine, which was a pillar of the sky, was discovered by the "Postman" in an instant.

For the seafarers on board, except for the sailors, the rest of the management have their own lounges.

Doral is no exception.

Doral, who returned to the captain's lounge, first took off a double-barreled shotgun hanging beside his bed, and then took out a photo album from a drawer.

"Huh, pirates?"

The cover of the album is a group photo of three generations of Doral's family. His grandfather is wearing a neat navy uniform. Although his father is already in a wheelchair, the colonel's epaulets are particularly eye-catching.

As for Doral, he stood in the third row with his arms around a beautiful English woman.

In the photo, Doral seemed to be afraid that others would not see his captain's rank, and deliberately pointed the epaulets at the camera.

Doral, a former Navy quasi-captain, didn't waste long recalling.

He first got through the security phone of the Strait of Hormuz.

Generally, for such a narrow sea outlet, each country will arrange appropriate maritime police to patrol.

Doral's help-seeking behavior is appropriate, but
"Hey! Tell you guys that the coast guard patrol at the Strait of Hormuz port in Oman hastened over here. There is a ship suspected of being a pirate ship!"

Doral's blunt question made the other end of the phone stunned for a moment.

"Okay, sir, I will notify the nearest coast guard ship to patrol the sea!"

Before Doral finished speaking, the phone on the other side hung up.

Doral can't remember how many times he has gone to sea, but this is the first time he has led a private boat to sea on behalf of him.

Previously he represented the British Navy, if he represented American businessmen.

Hades is easy to see, but Dolar doesn't understand the reason why the little devil is difficult to deal with!
It may be because of his words that the Oman coast guard ship may have to go around a dozen nautical miles before coming to patrol.

Suddenly there was a hasty knock on the door.

"dong dong dong"

"Oh! Damn it! Don't you Spaniards know you have to knock on the door?" Dolar's undisguised voice made the first officer who stood at the door to announce the news flush instantly.

"Sea Pirates"

Doral, who heard the news, picked up the double-barreled shotgun by the bed and rushed to the cab.

The four clouds of soaring smoke are communicating like "wolf smoke".

"Prepare to fight back!"

Doral raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and "clicked" to load the bullets, but the first and second officers standing behind him all had complicated expressions and remained silent.

"What are you still doing!"

"Do you want to sleep in the pirate's den for a month?"

Doral pressed his unshaven face close to the mate's cheek and threatened, "Or you are with those damned pirates?"

"I and we are just working.. Pirates don't"

Before the first officer finished speaking, Doral punched him and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the second officer hurried up to stop Doral from raising his gun: "Mr. Captain, I know you were in the British Navy before, but you must know that we are only here to work. If you insist on forcing us to fight pirates, I advise you to think carefully about it."

Doral raised the shotgun in his hand impatiently when he heard the second officer's words: "Threatening me? Oh, just rely on you Spanish jackals?"

The first mate who was knocked down by a punch wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with hatred and stood up.

"Doral!"

"Don't forget, there are 13 Hispanic sailors on this ship!"

Russell grabbed the rudder of the assault boat with one hand and stared at the freighter "Postman" arrogantly.

"Russell!"

"The Postman has stopped!"

"Are they going to shoot at us?"

Russell helped him up the sunglasses he bought in Egypt with a huge sum of money, and said with a proud face: "How long has it been since we saw sailors who dared to resist? Hahahaha!"

The walkie-talkie on the assault boat kept synchronizing everyone's movement, and some people even couldn't hold back their inner excitement and began to shoot at the "Postman" with the submachine guns in their hands.

However, when the assault boat approached the "Postman" at a distance of 400 meters, someone on the "Postman" raised a small flag with a wooden stick.

"Fxxk!"

"Raise the white flag?"

Russell was bowing his head to tie his shoelaces, and the appearance of this white flag made him almost fall into the sea.

"Is it a trap?"

"How can a cargo ship be so smart? Unless their captain is a navy!"

But when the group of them boarded the ship, Russell saw "Doral" who had been stabbed into a sieve and a large group of Hispanic sailors.

Russell, who covered his face with a hood, froze.

"He is a retired navy, he discriminates against us, you can take everything on the ship, but you have to admit that you killed this man!"

"Are you kidding me?"

Russell looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

It was the first time he had seen such a strange scene since he had been a pirate with Safali for so long.

Although Oman is a major oil exporter.

But Oman's shipbuilding industry is also very developed. Even Safali, a pirate dubbed the "Black Widow", placed an order for a freighter here.

"Miss Safali, is that right? Do you really want to order this $170 million freighter?"

Safali, who had changed her outfit a long time ago, looked like an urban beauty.

The black silk blouse and discreet jeans highlighted her graceful figure. Safali, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, glanced at the drawings and signed a form with a very elegant price.

The salesperson of the Oman shipbuilding factory always glanced at Safali from time to time.

However, he did not forget his mission: "Miss Safali, do you know what you are willing to pretend for your ship? And we also have insurance tailored specifically for ship manufacturing. If our ship is delayed in delivery to In your hand, we will compensate you three times the amount."

"Oh?"

"You know, my freighter is in a hurry."

"I paid an extra $30 for your timely delivery."

Safari, who was wearing rose-colored lipstick, licked her lips nonchalantly, and the salesperson on the opposite side was instantly stunned.

If it wasn't for a woman next to Safali coughing, maybe he would have been stunned for a while.

"Ah, that's right, please rest assured that the keel of the ship is no longer a problem, and we can definitely deliver it to you within three months, but my performance is so short that it can be completed .”

Safali nodded when she heard the salesman's explanation.

The woman on Safari's side signed a check again: "Is the $10 insurance enough?"

When the salesman saw such a bright guest, his heart almost jumped out, if this beautiful lady could accompany him tonight.
"Enough, enough, 5% of the ship's value is enough."

Safali nodded when she heard the answer from the salesperson behind her and was about to get up and leave, but suddenly there was a loud explosion outside the luxurious restaurant.

The sea that was originally illuminated by lighthouses and ship lights was instantly brightly lit.

Safali pretended to be panicked when she saw the explosion, and the female secretary who was still in the same place just stood there in a daze.

If it wasn't for Safali's reminder, maybe the female secretary would still be standing.

After the explosion, there were fleeing crowds and screams everywhere, and the salesman stood up immediately to look for his customers.

But his handsome client had already stood up.

"Do you think that is your shipyard factory?"

The salesman heard Safali's words and looked there. The frowning salesman first glanced at the direction of the explosion and then at the compensation contract for the delayed delivery of ships he just signed in his hand.

"It seems to be. But"

Safali glanced at the flames soaring to the sky not far away, then looked at the insurance contract in her hand and nodded in satisfaction: "I'll be waiting for my ship in three months' time!"

Without waiting for the salesperson to say anything, Safali left the restaurant with a dashing expression on the female secretary behind her.

"The shipyard exploded, the port was in chaos, and the canyon was blocked. There should be no problems in the Strait of Hormuz now."

"I think the boss's request should be fulfilled, why don't you accompany me to downtown Oman for a good tour?"

Safali happily waved the "insurance contract" in her hand upon hearing this suggestion, and the two women just left.

(End of this chapter)