New World 1620

It was night, and the lights were still on in a hut in the Staten Island Security Area.

In the narrow room, a middle-aged Dutch fat man sat alone in the center of the room. The low wooden stool could hardly bear his weight, and it creaked as his restless buttocks twisted and twisted.

A white-burning chandelier that was dismantled from a certain ship hung above his head, like a cast lamp in the dark night, printing his unshaven and fat face from top to bottom.

Opposite the Dutch fat man was a wooden table, and sitting behind it was a young man in military uniform with an anchor chain on his armband. He seemed to be a small officer belonging to the Maritime Guard.Beside the small officer, a young man in a suit and leather shoes sat side by side.

On the side of the wooden table, there is also a European standing - the English pastor Brest who is proficient in Dutch, and is responsible for translating the other party's Dutch into English.

The whole scene looked as serious and depressing as a secret interrogation.

"Name." The man in the suit leaned back on the chair, almost looking at him through his nostrils.The small officer on one side is holding a pencil and writing in a notebook.

"Monty de Ruyter..."

With a bald head and a uniformly distributed numb clothes after disinfection.The Dutch boatswain, who was inexplicably reduced to a "prisoner of war", was trembling nervously, and the strange light source above his head actually made him feel cold sweat.

"Oh? Still a nobleman?"

The poor guy shook his head quickly when he heard that, and then nodded quickly: "I'm just a sailor...but my ancestors fought under the Prince of Orange."

Prince of Orange?The man in the suit glanced at Pastor Brest, noncommittal.

"age."

"42 years old, sir..."

"Gender... this can not be translated... um, position?"

"The bosun of the Mermaid..."

After a few minutes the petty officer closed the diary, saying that it had no recordable value.Only then did the man in the suit adjust his posture slightly, folded his hands on his chest, and showed a playful smile: "Well, Mr. Monty, I think you already know the reason why we are interrogating you today... Now, we use illegal armed If you are arrested for trespassing, what awaits you will be 30 years of hard labor or... the death penalty, of course, it depends on the opinion of the judge and jury. This is your statement, please sign it."

"Oh! No! Sir, I am not a captain, but a bosun! I am fully performing my duties on the water, and Mr. Adrian is our real employer!"

30 years of hard labor? !death penalty? !Poor little Dutch sailor has a rotten face and trembling lips.

"I am also fulfilling the duties of the Bureau of Homeland Security of the United States of America to crack down on any criminal acts that attempt to undermine our country's homeland security. Obviously, you have sneaked into our territory from the sea many times in the past few years and conducted illegal transactions with local Indians , The traded goods even involve contraband items such as weapons that are detrimental to national security, your captain has already confessed, and you, as the boatswain, also know about it, you can’t deny this, right?"

The man in the suit shook his head, and the priest Brest had a sympathetic expression on his face. The little officer on the side couldn't help but turn his head away, but it seemed that he was smiling.

God, have you been here a few years ago?The fat sailor was on the verge of tears.

"Two ships with heavy weapons, almost everyone carrying weapons, also attempted to bombard our country's coastal defense military installations. As the boatswain, the actions of the military personnel under your control have constituted an irrefutable military invasion."

The man in the suit was still chattering, as if he wanted to turn all the dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction that had been in the past half a year into threats and pour it on the poor boatswain.

"God... please forgive me..." The sailor curled up on the ground and began to cry.

"Cough...Mr. Monty, I'm sorry. However, as an investigator of the Department of Homeland Security, I can give you a special option."

The man in the suit went around the wooden table and walked up to the limp Dutchman, smiling.

"Oh! Sir, I implore you..."

The terrifying young man in front of him seemed to have turned into an angel with wings again at this moment. The bosun's eyes were shining with tears and snot all over his face, and he was about to hug the opponent's legs.

"Cough...Mr. Monty, you can choose to serve us and get rid of your prisoner-of-war status by surrendering. In this case, you only need to accept the identity verification of the military department to bypass the judicial process..." The young man in the suit smiled. He squatted down, pressed the Dutchman's shoulders, and said softly, "Even your family members can get the same treatment as you."

After translating these, the English pastor Brest couldn't help but slander in his heart. These Yankees are really shameless. Maybe that's how Captain Adelaide was "hired" by them?

"You mean that Michelle can also be innocent?! Well, I am willing to serve you!" Monty the Dutchman nodded fiercely without any hesitation.

Michelle is an ordinary sailor who worked with him on the Mermaid, and his son is a young sailor who is only 14 years old but has 4 years of sea experience.

The fearless son even tried to fire when the side deck of the Mermaid was smashed by a 24-pound shell, although almost all the sailors were scared away by then.

"No, it's not for me, it's for the U.S. government." The man in the suit stood up and secretly winked at the serious little officer behind the wooden table.

"Well, it's over, Reverend Blaster, and I'm glad you can help us. You may be pardoned for that in the near future."

The door opened, and the guards took out the Dutch boatswain who survived the catastrophe, and the English priest Brest also ended his mission, but before going out, the man in the suit said something to Brest, which made the honest The Englishman almost jumped up for joy.

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"Sun Yang, what is the use of this person? Why do you value it so much?!"

There were only two young men left in the room, and the man in the suit heaved a sigh of relief, showing a puzzled expression to the little officer still sitting behind the wooden table.

"The captain who passed them before already knew about these people, but we accidentally discovered the treasure."

Sun Yang, a 25-year-old junior officer of the Maritime Garrison, used to be an officer of the Political Department of a certain HNA base. He was involved in a time-traveling incident because he was traveling with his girlfriend.

"Monty's son Michelle? That 14-year-old boy sailor?"

"Although I used to be a member of HNA, as a naval soldier, including Captain Wang Tiechui, we are familiar with the stories of every sea hero in history." Sun Yang nodded and lit a cigarette, as if trying to trick him.

"Let me think of... the Dutch... 17th century sea heroes?"

Liu Yun, who was born as a second-rate lawyer, opened his own private detective agency. Because he was entrusted by his employer to follow a third-rate model of a tour group, the result was inexplicably brought to the 17th century.

"Michel Adrianson de Ruyter?" Liu Yun chewed on this strange name, without a clue for a long time.

"It's a matter of translation. In our books, he is called Michel Adrianson de Ruyter. Admiral of the Dutch Navy, the unrivaled maritime commander of the whole of Europe in the mid-17th century! A trainee sailor at the age of 10 , became a captain at the age of 28!" Sun Yang clenched his fists hard, his eyes shining, "Now that he is so young, he has revealed a brave and aggressive personality, and he is very talented in maritime strategy. Think about it, if their father and son can Serving us, ten years later..."

"Well, you guys in the navy have such virtues, and you have a special addiction to maritime history...you don't even let your children go." Liu Yun shrugged and sat down wearily, "Is my mission over? "

"Well... But I found that you do have the talent to do this." Sun Yang handed over the cigarette with a smile, and patted the other person on the shoulder, "You are also a very good talker, no worse than Yan Xiaosong."

"Then why don't we find a committee, and we really set up a Homeland Security Bureau?" Liu Yun's eyes lit up.

"Uh... I think it's better to forget it, maybe you even get the CIA out one day." Sun Yang quickly stood up and walked out, showing a teasing smile on the side, "But I can guarantee that here Fifty or so Dutchmen will think of you as Satan for some time to come."

"Hey, that feels good too!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Liu Yun began to fantasize about the image of himself as an all-powerful person in the future...