Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1523 Who is the last bullet for?

Many things that happened on this day have had a profound impact on the future of South Asia.

The attack on Umbrella's safehouse in the Lion City by unidentified armed men was a slap in the face for the British Empire, and Sir Lauren Felix had to say something.

"General Cooper, find the damn Americans and kill them all!" Mars Cooper, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Fleet, was awakened from his sleep by a call from Sir Lauren Felix, and the fierce battle outside the Lion City did not Wake up Mars Cooper.

"The Americans—are they at war?" Mars Cooper nearly broke his voice, excited with fear.

The value of soldiers will only be infinitely magnified in war years.

But after experiencing a tragic world war just now, everyone has lingering fears.

That is the United States, the most powerful United States in the world, with seven BIG 7 ships, and the United States owns three ships. As a naval officer, no one knows what the BIG 7 represents better than Mars Cooper.

But it doesn't matter, fortunately, the British Empire still has southern Africa.

Mars Cooper woke up instantly, a feeling like an electric shock rushed straight from the tailbone to the back of his head, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

"Mars Cooper! What are you thinking? I mean the Americans who attacked the safe house of the umbrella company. Don't tell me who the Filipinos are. They must be Americans. Find them all and kill them all!" Lauren Fei Sir Lex roared wildly. In the 100 years since the British Empire colonized the Lion City, there has never been a similar vicious incident.

"Well my lord, I understand—" Mars Cooper relaxed like a deflated ball, and only then did he realize that his pajamas were drenched in cold sweat.

When Sir Lauren Felix and Mars Cooper spoke on the phone, a Japanese-flagged merchant ship off the coast of Lion City was fleeing frantically in the direction of the Philippines.

"I have said a long time ago, don't underestimate the combat power of the Umbrella Company. These Filipinos simply cannot break into the safe house of the Umbrella Company unless we can pull the battleship 'Colorado' over and knock it out with the 406mm main gun of the 'Colorado'. Open the shell of the Umbrella Company—" A middle-aged white man in casual clothes on the deck was roaring wildly, and the crowded and narrow cabin below the deck was full of bloody smell and painful wailing.

"Tom, none of us would want this to happen, not just you who participated in the world war—" The thin guy with a sharp voice, a hooked nose and triangular eyes, a standard Mediterranean hairstyle, looked like he had been working in the office for a long time.

"Harrison, don't compare your world war experience with mine. You haven't climbed a trench for a day, and you haven't fought side by side with the Southern African Expeditionary Force. You don't know the combat effectiveness of the southern Africans." Tom's arm was bandaged , the bandage was stained light red by the oozing blood, which was very conspicuous under the dim light.

"Okay gentlemen, we'll review it when we get home, and calm down now." The oldest guy had a bruise on his cheek, and he was leaning on a bundle of cables, smoking a cigarette, when a big wave came, The sea water washed up on the deck, and the three of them were all soaked and embarrassed.

Just like three defeated dogs who are in constant panic.

"We can't go straight back to Manila—" Tom finally calmed down.

"Why?" Harrison questioned, he really wasn't just kidding, it was purely inexperienced.

"Because we are facing a damned umbrella, a powerful umbrella, don't you think that the whole of Manila doesn't even have an eyeliner for an umbrella company?" Tom was annoyed, this was an attack that was doomed to fail, Too bad Tom didn't have a choice.

"Plan B, let's go to Palawan Island—" The oldest guy took out the cigarette pack again, and found that the whole pack of cigarettes was completely soaked.

"But Chris, Palawan Island is full of rebels—" Harrison was worried that there were many wounded on board, and if they could not be treated in time, they might not survive dawn.

At this moment, two guys with rifles on their backs carried a naked corpse from the cabin to the side of the ship and threw the corpse directly into the sea.

After one of the guys threw the body into the sea, he said something like "God bless" in a decent manner.

"We can't beat the mercenaries of the Umbrella Company, but we can always beat the rebels on Palawan Island—" Tom panted heavily, and his words were also lacking in confidence.

If it can beat the rebels on Palawan Island, the Philippine colonial government will not lose control of Palawan Island.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the diligent fishermen had already started their day's work with their fishing boats. The merchant ships tried to avoid the islands along the way, and their speed became slower and slower.

"We have to speed up and get to Palawan Island as soon as possible." Chris was very worried. In the waters of South Asia, the Eastern Fleet is already strong, and now with the Indian Ocean Fleet and the East Indian Fleet, there is no need to encounter cruisers. An offshore patrol gunboat can send unarmed merchant ships to the bottom of the sea.

There is nothing to be afraid of, the merchant ship has just sailed to the waters near [-] kilometers east of Bandar Seri Begawan, when Chris suddenly heard the roar of the engine.

engine?
Chris looked around the sea, not a single ship.

While wondering, a plane suddenly passed through the clouds and appeared over the merchant ship.

When the plane came up, two guys with rifles on their backs were just lifting yet another body onto the deck.

"Throw it down quickly—no, no, no, carry it back to the cabin, don't let the pilot see—" Chris panicked.

But it was too late, the target of the plane was very clear. After finding the merchant ship, it immediately lowered its altitude and flew around the merchant ship twice. Chris could even see the pilot's cold gaze through the cabin cover, as well as the pilot's threatening cuts. throat gesture.

Chris was dumbfounded, not knowing how to react.

Still Tom reacted quickly, raising his rifle and aiming at the pilot.

Rifle hit, fly, machine?
I go, this is not a World War drama.

Compared with rifles, aviation machine guns, or cannons, are much more powerful.

Under the wing of the plane, the iron-gray cross mark was still fresh in Tom's memory. It was the flag of Southern Africa.

Southern African soldiers do not "take the overall situation into account" like the British. When attacked, southern African soldiers will use all means to fight back, even if the opponent is an unarmed merchant ship.

Then Tom watched as the plane made a wide circle, lowered its nose from the stern of the merchant ship, and began to dive.

"Enemy attack—" Tom's voice was full of despair.

tom tom tom—

The 20mm aviation cannon is indeed powerful, and the pilot's shooting skills must have been strictly trained. After a series of bullets, the tail rotor of the merchant ship was directly shattered, and it lost power and stopped in place. Sea water poured into the cabin along the damaged bulkhead. All of a sudden, there was a mess of howling ghosts and howling wolves.

"Bastard, look what you've done—" Tom growled wildly at the pilot from the deck.

The plane circled the merchant ship again, then flapped its wings up and down, as if saying goodbye to Tom.

At this time, the troubles of Tom and Chris have just begun.

The tail rotor of the merchant ship was damaged, and it was impossible to reach Palawan Island as planned without power.

Now that the planes of the southern Africans have appeared, the warships from southern Africa will arrive soon.

It is uncertain whether the merchant ship can last until the warship arrives.

What's more, even if the warship arrives, it is estimated that the southern Africans will not give Tom and Chris the captive treatment they deserve.

"We must abandon ship, as far as we can—" Tom didn't want to stay on board to die.

"Where can we escape? We only have two lifeboats, and we can't take everyone away—" Harrison was indeed not beaten by the society, and he can't be blamed for this. The Americans have been arrogant in the waters of South Asia for too long.

"Then leave those who can't be taken away on board." Tom said coldly. There were still a few lightly wounded on board, and those who died of serious injuries had been thrown into the sea. Facing the fate of accompanying the merchant ship to sink to the bottom of the sea.

"No, we can't do this—" Harrison lost his mind.

Tom didn't speak, his eyes looked at Chris.

"That's it, we can't leave the evidence to the southern Africans." Chris finally spoke. Although this is a bit cruel, it is the best option in this situation.

When boarding the boat, the abandoned guys finally realized their fate.

"Please don't do this, don't abandon us—"

"We are loyal, don't you never abandon your comrades--"

"God, help us—"

The wounded soldiers begged one after another, but sadly, none of them had the courage to pick up the rifles around them at this time.

Don't abandon your comrades in arms?
Not to mention that these wounded soldiers are all Filipinos. Americans can even abandon their elders and relatives. When can't they even abandon their comrades-in-arms?

It can only be said that seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence is the end of being fooled by the American spirit, being drained of all remaining value, and then being kicked away by the Americans like garbage.

Filipinos don't have the courage to pick up guns, Americans do.

While the wounded soldiers were still begging, Tom and Chris suddenly pulled out the M1911 and pulled the trigger on the wounded soldiers.

blah blah-

After a burst of gunfire, all the begging finally disappeared.

The M1911 is indeed powerful at close range.

Ten minutes later, two lifeboats fled desperately, one on the left and the other on the right. In the background, the merchant ship was slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea, leaving only some sundries floating on the sea surface.

To Tom's desperation, the lifeboat that only relied on wooden paddles could not escape the pursuit of the plane at all.

Not long after the merchant ship sank, the roar of aircraft engines came from the sky.

This time Tom didn't even have the strength to paddle, and the only good news was that he still had a bullet in his M1911.

ps: I was dragged to be an accompanying guest yesterday, and I didn’t have time to update it tonight. I’m trying to make it up today——I’ve been defeated repeatedly, brothers, begging for light——

(End of this chapter)