Chapter 144 Our Career
"It's very simple. [No pop-up novel website]" Lando said. In addition to loading some emergency weapons and supplies onto the lifeboat, he and Hale also packed another emergency supply in a magnetic box and stuck it on On the hull.
"Anyone who can dive to two or three meters can easily pick up the box at low tide."
Lin Chuanqing laughed: "You are such a cunning guy."
"If I wasn't cunning enough, I would have died many times - always have backups when taking risks."
"That's well said. Come, let's toast to our success in our work tomorrow." Qian Shuiting poured a glass of soda for everyone.
Lando said, "Get the ticket money for me."
The navy's motorboat was emitting plumes of black smoke, and was towing a huge cigar-shaped object behind it, with various sea creatures attached to it. At first glance, it looks like a dying whale or other sea beast floating in the waves. This huge guy has rows of yellow oil barrels tied to both sides as reserve buoyancy.
Two rowing boats filled with marines and sailors followed carefully. Their task was to keep an eye on the object and prevent any accidents.
The huge creature was carefully towed to the shallows, where it ran aground. The sailors jumped out of the boat, pushed the big guy in waist-deep water, used fishing rods and pulleys to put it on the track on the beach and slowly pulled it to the pier. People formed a circle curiously.
"Not a bad job," Qian Shuiting put down the telescope and lit a cigarette for himself, "God knows you would leave a caisson off the coast of Dongsha Island. Without the latitude and longitude you provided, there would be no way to find it."
"When the caisson is thrown into the sea, there will be a buoy to indicate the position," Weiss said. "Of course, any buoy cannot last for three years. At that time, we deviated from the course and ran to Dongsha Island - thinking that we would definitely encounter the Taiwan Coast Guard. The patrol boat inspected it and made a hasty decision to throw it over."
"No wonder your stern has to be made into a slope, and such a long slide is installed from behind the bridge to the stern, and there is a crane under the portal mast." Mond said, "At first I thought it was used for hoisting It’s a fishing boat. Do you just keep putting this thing that’s more than half the length of the boat on it?”
The former mercenary shook his head in agreement.
"If you could have noticed some clues on the Mackerel when salvaging it, you would have guessed that there was something else on the ship. Of course, it is difficult to salvage anything from the sea without clear latitude and longitude."
Qian Shuiting took a long puff of cigarette, and the cigarette butt made an arc from his hand and fell into the sea. "Let's go, Mr. Weiss, let's see what new gift you bring us."
The caisson from which the water was salvaged has been pushed into a newly built shed, and water is still dripping down. The caisson made of double-layer steel plates presents a long and thick cigar shape. The surface is covered with various attached sea creatures, and it looks like a large piece of strange-shaped reef in the dark light.
The atmosphere inside and outside the work shed was extremely lively, just like the scene when Ship A came out of the water. A light escalator was set up, and Gao Xiaosong and others climbed to the top of the caisson and used knives to scrape off the attachments and waterproof sealant on the cargo hatch bit by bit. The turntable began to twist, and with a few clanging sounds, the cargo hatch slowly opened. The crowd of onlookers cheered and crowded into the work shed to get a sneak peek.
Only Weiss was sitting under a coconut tree outside the work shed, smoking leisurely.
There was some moisture in the caisson's cargo hold, but no water. "What is this?" Gao Xiaosong opened a sealed iron box and took out a rectangular object wrapped in dark green aluminum plastic film. It seemed to be a large piece of soap with some English letters on it. He turned on his headlamp and studied it carefully.
Zhou Weisen came over and said, "This is 1.25 pounds of C4 explosive." He opened the tarp, counted the number of iron boxes, and exclaimed, "Oh my God, there are so many."
The hill-like stacks of explosive boxes scared away many enthusiastic onlookers, even though everyone knew that the US military-standard blasting equipment was much safer than Lingao's homemade Dynamate explosives. But being around a lot of explosives is still daunting.
When Weiss walked into the work shed, Qian Shuiting was waving an ugly short gun that he had just taken out at him:
"What a rip-off, I thought this caisson contained a tactical nuclear warhead. Are you going to use this thing to defraud the Karen Army of dollars? You are truly a heartless arms dealer."
"It looks like a submachine gun. What model is it?" Gao Xiaosong looked at the weapon over and over. It had a toy-like gun body made of plastic shells. There was a shoulder stock made of bent steel wire folded under the gun body. There were also a few more in the packaging box. A translucent plastic bouncer. Ever since he had interacted with North Americans who were accustomed to playing with guns, the former Coast Guard captain felt that his knowledge of firearms was actually very little.
A Yugoslav replica of an American submachine gun. "Qian Shuiting said: "Police equipment. This gun is pretty good, it shoots very quickly, and its shooting accuracy is pretty good. It's just that the o.22 bullet used is too weak. "
"Why care so much about a few submachine guns?" The former mercenary and smuggler crossed his hands and leaned against the pillar of the work shed: "As long as necessary, your factory can mass-produce Sten or 3 grease guns. Anyway, you don't Lack of bullets.”
"What we lack is bullets. If we could produce bullets in batches, we might have started manufacturing a long time ago."
The guns were taken out of the cargo hold and counted one by one. Apart from the unpleasant surprise, the next harvest was quite satisfactory. More than twenty brand-new 24ob machine guns were lined up on the ground. The barrel and various parts are also coated with a thin layer of anti-rust oil. fal automatic rifles, including standard barrel models with fixed stocks and bipods, and carbine models with folding stocks and short barrels, a total of 316 pieces, all packed with shrink film. The middle of the warehouse was filled with a whole box of bullets. Except for the o.22lr bullets for the gv-176 submachine gun, the others were all bullets, sealed in special polyester packaging boxes. Zhou Weisen, Gao Xiaosong and Sun Xiao, a representative of the Planning Institute, led several people to climb up and down to count, and found that there were more than a hundred boxes.
"It's enough to start a small war," Qian Shuiting said to Weiss, "If you hadn't met us, you would have made a lot of money from this business." The latter just nodded: "Read on. Well, King Solomon’s treasures don’t stop there.”
"Is this what you are referring to?" Lin Chuanqing pointed to the box moved out from the back of the cargo hold and a device similar to a rocket launcher. Lao Di was shocked when he saw it: "Anti-tank missile, Red Arrow 73"
"You know how to play this thing?"
"No, I have seen it during military exercises. This thing is not only used to attack tanks, but also used to attack boarding boats, speedboats, and bunkers."
"This is not a domestically produced Red Arrow 73, but it is definitely an AT-3 series anti-tank missile," Gao Xiaosong said. "Is there anything on the packaging that says the manufacturer's name?"
It is Serbia’s state-owned arms company. No, you should wait until you return to the laboratory at the base to play with it. "Weiss stopped Lin Chuanqing's attempt to open the air-sealed packaging box.
"Twenty-four missiles, with two types of warheads: shaped warheads and thermobaric warheads. Okay, everything is here. Count slowly and don't miss anything."
"The question is, who are we going to hit with this thing?"
Like the disposable rocket launcher fished out of the cabin, this is another difficult question.
The cruiser sounded its whistle and escorted the small fleet away from Dongsha Island. Jiang Shan found Weiss on the back deck. He was leaning on the railing, staring at the white waves turned up by the propeller.
Jiang Shan briefly introduced himself, and the former mercenary shook his head slightly: "I saw you in the interrogation room that night."
"The telegram I just received," Jiang Shan took out a copy of the newspaper: "Chairman Wen's congratulatory telegram to the entire search and salvage team, and your name was specifically mentioned."
Weiss glanced at it briefly and handed the newspaper back: "I can't read Chinese characters."
"You better understand."
"Chinese characters are too difficult." Lando spit out the butt of his cigarette into the sea, "But I will try to learn to speak Chinese - this is the language of the elders."
"What are you going to do next?"
"What are you doing?" Weiss narrowed her eyes at the waves: "I am very poor now, so I want to go back to Macau and get back my six hundred silver pesos."
"Li Siya will not give the reward in vain," Jiang Shan reminded him: "What are you going to give in exchange for the money?"
"It depends on what you want her to know, or what you want the Dutch to know. I'm very happy to help in this regard." Weiss estimated that the Chinese intelligence chief was quite satisfied with his answer, because he called A navy waiter carrying a tray with a bottle of rum and two glasses.
"Come and have a drink," he said.
Weiss did not take the glass, but took out an engraved silver cup from his arms, which he had won from a rich but stupid Spanish gambler. When he was hanging out in Macau, he often took out this beautiful wine glass to show off in front of others as evidence of his fabricated career as an Italian aristocrat. Now he filled the silver cup with rum: "Well, why do you drink it?"
"For our cause." Jiang Shan said.
"For our cause," Weiss muttered. He raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp, then raised his hand and threw the exquisite silver wine glass into the sea. a! ~!
