160 Big Misunderstanding

A logo of an eagle holding the flag with its beak was printed on the ship that was anchored.

The ship with an all-black hull; metal, hermetically sealed cabin; six high-powered overhead searchlights and sharp metal angles at its head was a sign that it was anything but good.

Even if the ship had been set up with rocket launchers, Bowditch would not be worried. Attacking the Coast Guard was equivalent to attacking the entire American Navy - and attacking the American Navy was insane. No one would do it unless they were seeking death!

What really distracted Bowditch and the seven other members of the guard was the image of the ship!

It was not a terrorist's badge, it was not a super-family totem, it was a symbol that everyone yearns for.

Bowditch, who knew all about the Navy ' s ships, recognized it at a glance as the HWK-2 assault ship of the United States Marine corps!

If there's a Marine assault ship. What does it represent?

Does it mean the Marines were happy to help them catch bad people?

No no no. . .

This could fool the children but truly knowledgeable people, especially Bowditch, who was Naval personnel, would certainly contend that the ship inexplicably ran into the assault craft here, which was either absolutely carrying a confidential transportation task or was responsible for performing a confidential battle plan.

Isn't that ridiculous?

One of the most elite combat teams in the U.S. Navy would join their small fish in the game of catching shrimp?

It was really ridiculous. The two boxes were indeed a laser welding machine, no doubt, because the guard personnel had already monitored their actions. Also similar to the telephone content, it couldn't be filled with things of any threat to U.S. defense sophisticated materials. Why would the Marines want to get involved?

Bowditch felt as if he had been poked in his head with a stick, his brain stirred around and turned into paste.

"Boss... boss, what should we do?" Carl ran up, pointing at the assault boat.

The coast guard management model was completely the same as the Marine corps'. If there was any misunderstanding between the two systems, it might be strange but it was not impossible. After all, their operation was a normal squatting operation that didn't require a high level of reporting, and the Marines hadn't come here to bother "little shrimp" like them.

Now that it was cool, he exposed the whole assault boat out of the water with a searchlight, his reckless head, howling with a loudspeaker. "This is the Coast Guard."

"Breach of military secrets,""disruption of military operations..." The words kept coming to Carl's mind, and the final scene was set on the bench of the military tribunal!

"I. . . We. . . The. . ." Bowditch's throat felt like it was stuck with a lump of lime, dry and almost speechless.

Just as he was about to send someone to the head office to explain what had happened, a sudden change occurred.

The assault craft was 20 meters long. Where they docked coincidently blocked two boxes; however, after a slight shaking, the anti-smuggling ship dragged a white line on the water, sinking fast into the depths of the sea. The two big boxes were gone, too.

"Chief, would we. . . would we be sent to court martial?" Carl asked, trembling.

"That depends on the seriousness of the incident!" Bowditch turned off the patrol lights and the boat's lights, and sat down in the cabin with cold sweat on his forehead.

It's too late to do anything about it, so wash your hands and wait for the anger from the military. . .

The whole cabin was filled with frozen gases. Seven of the coast guard personnel just froze like a dozen eggplants. Someone stopped smoking. Someone dropped, lying on the chair. There were those who bent their knees, laid on the cabin door and sighed.

Didi. . . didi. . .

A radio call broke the silence. Bowditch stood up in despair and turned on the call button.

"Coast Guard, captain of the sixth unit of the third team, Bowditch."

"Are you guarding near Aslan's beach?"

"Yes. . . Yes. . ." Bowditch uttered these two words with great difficulty, exclaiming in his heart, It's over. It's over.

"Closely monitor the nearby waters. We have just received intelligence, Mexican Juarez cartels are preparing to make a big deal in the sea tonight. There are eight tons of drug production raw chemical materials. Their trading vessel, an HWK-2 assault ship disguised as a Marine, will arrive within half an hour."

"What!" Bowditch's pupils expanded six times. He growled in a voice that bears would sigh at, "A Marine HWK-2 assault boat?"

"Yes, the information is infallible!"

Five seconds later, Bowditch shouted, "The ship is heading southwest, 132.323.21, please send someone to chase it immediately!"

"F**k, got it. We'll send someone after it immediately!"

"Sail, Igel, sail now!"

"Wait!" Next, to him, Carl suddenly clapped a nervous hand over his mouth and pointed to the night vision screen, trembling. "Captain! Look, look at the beach!"

Bowditch suddenly stopped, and then his hot blood was tingling and rushing to his head. His adrenaline was like a thermometer in magma that kept rising.

On the originally quiet beach, suddenly a huge person with a flame resistant helmet came out from a distance and looked through a big telescope for a while. Then his arm swung up hard.

"Night vision!" Bowditch could easily guess what was in his hand: mirror night vision goggles, up to 400 meters. The effective distance was far from the night-vision goggles equipped on the patrol boat, which had a 700-meter working distance.

An extremely low engine roar sent two Mercedes heavy trucks slowly approaching the beach. Eight men, each with a German HK556 automatic rifle, jumped down from above.

After a few gestures, eight mysterious men with covered heads separated, two to guard front and back. The few others, generally silent and nimble like civet cats, took out a few metal frames from the truck. After assembly, it was a small crane that could be pushed by a human.

Their professional presence and speed were reminiscent of the terrorists in, "Hidden Killer."

Bowditch was stunned. If not for the message just radioed by headquarters, he might really think that these guys were Marine Corps members carrying out a special mission. Look at the agility, look at the equipment. It's definitely too f**king professional!

"Igel, you operate the M240 machine gun. Everyone else, wear body armor and get ready to fight!" Laughing, Bowditch went to the weapons rack and clapped.

...............

In what was supposed to be a quiet building, the alarm suddenly rang in the Encinitas Coast Guard and the officers on duty jumped as high as three feet.

Five minutes later, two HH-65 "dolphin" patrol helicopters rumbled their propellers and roared away as they passed over the top of the five fast patrol boats that were moving at sea.

Searchlights, radar, night vision and both helicopters used every means of searching they could and after ten minutes of searching, they found the target.

"Dolphin One finds the target position ~ Dolphin One finds the target position!"

The helicopter's co-pilot was heard on a public radio channel: "The other side is running fast towards the coast of Mexico and is expected to arrive in Mexico in 40 minutes."

Rumble. . .

Ten minutes later, another helicopter came roaring in and the two choppers used powerful searchlights to lock on the fake assault boat and guide the speedboats out of the water.

"This is the Coast Guard. Please stop the ship immediately for inspection. . . Please stop the ship immediately for inspection!" the pilot shouted into the microphone.

Unfortunately, the assault boat ignored him!

The assault craft dragging the two big boxes traveled at the rate of about 40 knots, while the Coast Guard cutter could run 50 knots. After half an hour, the five following light patrol boats gradually encircled the anti-smuggling ship.

"The ship ahead, please stop immediately for inspection or we will take military action!" The two helicopters circled left and right, holding the assault boat in the middle.

The assault boat, however, was stubborn, and instead of slowing down, it fired a torrent of red-hot metal at the helicopter on the left.

There was a clanging metallic crash and a series of bright sparks burst from the steel plates on the side of the "dolphin" patrol helicopter. And then the light burst.

Another helicopter momentarily turned off its searchlights, giving no chance for it to attack, and then used an onboard night vision device to find its target.

Tutu… tutu… tutu…

Six shots, twelve millimeters in diameter, plowed a blackened line directly into the center of the fake assault boat.

"Stop at once, stop at once!" the pilot shouted into the microphone.

Dadada. . . dadada. . . The fake assault boat still used machine guns at will but unfortunately, the two helicopters had put out the light. In the dark night sky, the bullets missed.

"I see you belong to a lobster. There is excrement in the skull!" The pilot pulled the trigger again without another word.

TuTuTu. . . The bullets, which were shot in turn from the barrel of the gun, made a brilliant track in the air, converging into a dragon of fire visible to the naked eye. The assault ship, with its apparently unassailable shell and steel armor, was like a piece of butter that melts in the presence of a thousand red iron sticks.

For ten seconds, ten full seconds, the helicopter pilot fired all the bullets in one breath before rolling moodily.

Grumble… Grumble…

Sea waves brought out thousands of bubbles. In less than five seconds, the ship was like a honeycomb. The assault craft left no trace. Even the ship's rail dragging the two big boxes was also doomed, sinking into the sea.

............

The next day at 3pm. . .

Encinitas, the white building Coast Guard office!

Colonel Bedemore, who was gulping down strong coffee, frowned into the steam; not because of the bitter coffee, but because he was depressed.

The two cases, which were different from each other, had merged.

As it turned out, the fact that China's smugglers could reach the U.S. coast without anyone knowing it was a ridiculous joke - but the Chinese believed it.

But... when they foolishly took things to the beach, they were robbed by Mexican drug lords as a source of drugs.

These drug dealers were doing all they could. Military aircraft, super yachts, small submarines didn't just move the rockets, now they made a counterfeit of a whole Marine assault craft. It was too innovative.

It's just so funny… so surprising…

Knock… Knock…

Just then, there was a knock on the door and a 1.95-meter tall black man entered the office, accompanied by Bedemore's permission to come in.

"Sir, this is the profile of the Chinese businessman!" He placed the thick stack of papers in front of him.

Looking at the pile of material, Bedemore was not even interested in rummaging through it. "What's wrong with this man?"

"No problem. According to our investigation, the chances of this person being a drug lord are almost nil." When he had sorted through the data, he said in an interrogative voice, "Sir, do you want the police to arrest this man?"

"No, he was robbed, so to speak. You sank his goods." Bedemore waved. "Have the staff monitor his phone for a month. You don't have to keep following him if there's no other clue."

The other side bought two low-tech laser welders and was fined two years in prison for attempting to export them illegally to China under federal safety law. But now he was not guilty of smuggling and it was clear that he has been duped. The guards, having captured the drug lord, had continued to spend the night guarding and did not find out anything.

As for China, Bedemore had no interest in investigating. It was not the United States. If he wanted to get more information, he would need to send spies to infiltrate inside the shipyard or to monitor the surveillance camera for twenty-four hours.

But for two small laser-soldering machines, to invoke intelligence agents lurking in China? Bedemore didn't think he was that stupid. Of course, his boss would not grant such a foolish request, either.

...............

The biggest beneficiary of this was lying in bed dreaming.

In fact, when the electric eel arrived yesterday, it found the patrol boat thousands of meters away.

His first reaction at the time was that this had been detected by U.S. police. Then he drove into the street and called Xia Qingqing with his new mobile phone card, telling her the deal was off because a patrol boat was lurking in the distance.

Xia Qingqing who received the call, immediately worried. She said the two things were really very important and asked Chen Fan to think of something, even adding a million for the transport fee.

Chen Fan considered for a moment and did not agree. It was not that the money was less but the risk of this matter was relatively high. If it was serious, the Americans were sure to find clues that pointed to him.

But the results were dramatic, with a fast ship coming out of nowhere to the side of two large boxes and running with them.

The electric eel, trailing behind the speedboat, was completely lost when it saw two helicopters chasing it. What the hell had happened?

It was only when the two sides exchanged fire that Chen Fan came to his senses and realized it was probably a misunderstanding.

But by the time he had recovered from his thought, the battle was over and there was only a scrap of iron and two large crates sinking slowly into the water.

At twenty meters long, six meters wide, the assault ship, even if let Chen Fan go to shoot, would not miss. What's more, was there a trained pilot equipped with the fully automatic fire control system helicopter?

So the electric eel directly got the benefit and waited for the two big boxes to sink a dozen meters into deep water. Chen Fan quietly controlled the electric eel, dragging them and fleeing. The speed reached 170 knots in five minutes.

Now two large boxes had been brought by the electric eel to the dock in Zhongyun. Chen Fan was ready to wait for two or three days and give them to Xia Qingqing. After all, the speed of 170 knots absolutely could not be achieved by a ship. When the goods were taken, it could be explained as the ship was not far from the United States, but the return trip was actually from the United States to China.

Due to the time difference, the sun was shining brightly in the United States, while the moon was shining freely in Zhongyun. Chen Fan had worked hard for three days and he slept until noon the next day.

When Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and went downstairs, Yunmeng had placed the hot food on the table and was looking at Chen Fan with a smile, with her hands on her chin.

It was great to have a beautiful girl to do housework. Stretching lazily, Chen Fan took a piece of stewed beef and threw it in his mouth. He said feeling relaxed and happy, "Not bad. . . not bad. Your cooking skills have improved."

Some people say that Chinese men are the best men in the world. For a Chinese man, marrying a wife is like marrying a "living bodhisattva." Apart from the financial burden, the rest of the household chores are almost completely done by his wife.

Therefore, when Chen Fan was served as the "Maitreya Buddha" by Yunmeng, he would feel very happy indeed. It is, of course, necessary to praise the diligent "little novice monk" from time to time.

Two dishes and a soup - it was not sumptuous but was warm. While chewing rice, Chen Fan, who was perverted thought, It would be nice if Wu Ruoyu could sit by my side.

Ding dong... ding dong...

"I'll open the door," said Yunmeng, who had almost finished eating. She put down her chopsticks and ran into the yard.

As if heaven granted Chen Fan's request, Wu Ruoyu entered in a white casual carrying a bag.

So, coincidence? Chen Fan thought this in his heart but he said, "Have you eaten? If not, let's eat together. We're just getting started."

"The rice in the bowl was about to finish, and you say you just started?" Wu Ruoyu unmercifully exposed Chen Fan's hypocrisy. "You eat, I have already eaten."

Yunmeng was clever. She knew that Wu Ruoyu came to find Chen Fan regarding some matter. She put down her chopsticks and said sweetly, "I'll go upstairs to study."