Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 688 Our Career

"It's very simple." Lando said, he and Hale, in addition to loading part of the emergency weapon supplies on the lifeboat, packed another emergency supply in a magnetic box and attached it to the hull.

"Anyone who can dive two or three meters can easily take the box up when the tide is low."

Lin Chuanqing laughed: "You are such a cunning fellow."

"If I wasn't cunning enough, I would have died many times—always have a backup when you take risks."

"Well said. Come, let's make a toast to the success of our work tomorrow." Qian Shuiting poured everyone a glass of soda.

Lando said, "Get the ticket money for me."

The navy's motor boat was emitting black smoke, and behind it was pulling a huge cigar-shaped object with various sea creatures attached to it.At first glance, it looks like a sea beast like a dying whale, bobbing and sinking in the waves.Rows of yellow oil barrels strapped to the sides of this gigantic thing serve as reserve buoyancy.

The two rowboats were full of sailors and sailors, and they followed carefully. Their task was to keep an eye on this object to prevent any accidents.

The gigantic creature was carefully dragged to the shallows, where it ran aground.Sailors hopped out of the skiff and wheeled the big thing in waist-deep water, using fishing rods and pulleys to attach it to rails on the beach and slowly pull it up to the pier.People form a circle curiously.

"It's not a bad job." Qian Shuiting put down the binoculars and lit a cigarette for himself. "God knows that you will leave a caisson in the sea off Dongsha Island. If you don't have the latitude and longitude location you provided, you won't be able 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 can't last for three years. At that time, we deviated from the course and ran to Dongsha Island—thinking that we would definitely encounter Taiwan's coast patrol. The patrol boat inspected it and decided to throw it in a hurry."

"No wonder you have to make a ramp at the stern, and install such a long slide from the back of the bridge to the stern, and there is a hoist under the portal mast." Said Mond, "At first I thought it was for lifting Fishing dinghy. Do you keep putting this thing over half the length of the boat on top?"

The former mercenary shook his head in agreement.

"If you noticed some clues on the Mackerel when you salvaged it, you should have guessed that there was something on board. Of course, it is difficult to salvage anything from the sea without a clear latitude and longitude."

Qian Shuiting took a deep puff of his cigarette, and the cigarette butt fell in an arc from his hand to the sea. "Let's go, Mr. Weiss, let's see what new gift you brought us."

The salvaged caisson has been pushed into a newly built shed, and water is still dripping downward.The caisson made of double-layer steel plates presents a long and thick cigar shape, covered with various sea creatures attached to the surface, like a large piece of strangely shaped reef in the dim light.

The atmosphere inside and outside the shed was extremely warm, just like the scene when Ship A came out of the water.A portable escalator was put up, Gao Xiaosong and others climbed to the top of the caisson, and scraped off the attachments and waterproof sealant on the cargo hatch door with a knife.The turntable twisted, and with a few bangs, the door of the cargo compartment slowly opened, and the crowd cheered and crowded into the shed to get a sneak peek.

Only Weiss was sitting under a coconut tree outside the shed, smoking leisurely.

There was some damp in the cargo hold of the caisson, 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, which seemed to be a large piece of soap, with some English letters on it.He turned on the headlights and looked at it carefully.

Zhou Weisen leaned over: "This is 1.25 pounds of C4 explosives." He opened the tarpaulin, counted the number of iron boxes, and exclaimed: "My God, there are so many!"

The explosive boxes piled up like a hill scare away many enthusiastic onlookers, although everyone knows that compared with Lingao's homemade Dynamite explosives, the US standard explosive equipment is much safer.But working with a lot of dynamite can still be daunting.

When Weiss walked into the shed, Qian Shuiting was waving at him a short gun with an ugly shape that he had just taken out:

"Damn it, I thought there was a tactical nuclear warhead in this caisson. Are you going to use this thing to defraud the Karen Army of dollars? You really deserve to be a heartless arms dealer."

"It looks like a submachine gun, what model is it?" Gao Xiaosong looked at this weapon over and over again. The toy-like body of the gun was made of plastic shells, and the shoulder rest was made of steel wires bent upside down under the body. A translucent flipper made of plastic.Ever since dealing with North Americans who are used to guns, the former coast guard captain found that his knowledge of firearms is actually pitiful.

"MGV-176, Yugoslav imitation American-180 submachine gun model." Qian Shuiting said: "Police equipment. This gun is not bad, the rate of fire is fast, and the accuracy of burst shooting is not bad. It is the 0.22 bullet used The power is too small."

"Why do you care so much about a few submachine guns?" The former mercenary and smuggler leaned against the pillar of the work shed with his hands crossed, "As long as you need it, your factory can manufacture Sten or M3 grease guns in batches, anyway, you don't Out of bullets."

"What we lack is bullets. If bullets could be mass-produced, maybe AKs would have been built long ago."

The guns were brought out of the hold and counted one by one.In addition to the unflattering MGV-176, the next harvest is quite satisfactory, more than 20 brand-new M240B machine guns lined up on the ground.There is also a thin layer of anti-rust oil on the barrel and various parts. FAL automatic rifles, including fixed stock, standard barrel model with bipod, and folding stock, short barrel carbine, a total of 316, all in shrink-wrapped packaging.The middle of the warehouse is filled with a whole box of bullets, except for the 176LR bullets for the MGV-0.22 submachine gun, the others are 7.62×51mm NATO bullets, which are sealed in special polyester packaging boxes.Zhou Weisen, Gao Xiaosong, and Sun Xiao, a representative of the Planning Institute, led a few people up and down to count more than 100 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: "Let's see Well, King Solomon's treasures are more than that."

"Is this what you mean?" Lin Chuanqing pointed to the boxes brought out from the rear 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 fight tanks, but also very good for landing craft, speedboats, and bunkers."

"This is not a domestically produced Red Arrow 73, but it must be an AT-3 series anti-tank missile," Gao Xiaosong said. "There is still a word on the package, 'Yugoimport-SDPR'. Is it the name of the manufacturer?"

"Yugoimpor—SDPR is Serbia's state-run weapons company. No, you'd better wait until you get back to the laboratory at the base to fiddle with it." Weiss prevented Lin Chuanqing from opening the air-sealed packing box.

"24 missiles with shaped warheads and thermobaric warheads. Well, here's everything. Count slowly, don't miss anything."

"The question is who are we going to hit with this thing?"

As with the disposable bazooka that was fished out of the hold, this was another problem.

The 8154 cruiser blew its whistle and escorted this small fleet away from Dongsha Island.Jiang Shan found Weiss on the rear 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 just received." Jiang Shan took out a copy of the newspaper: "Chairman Wen sent a congratulatory telegram to all the search and salvage teams, and specifically mentioned your name."

Weiss glanced at it hastily and handed the copied newspaper back: "I can't read Chinese characters."

"You better understand."

"Chinese characters are too difficult." Lando spat the butt of his cigarette into the sea, "But I will try to learn Chinese—this is the language of the elders."

"What are you going to do next?"

"What are you doing?" Weiss narrowed his eyes facing the waves: "I'm very poor now, so I want to go back to Macau and get back my six hundred silver pesos."

"Li Siya won't pay for nothing," Jiang Shan reminded him, "What are you going to give in exchange for this money?"

"It depends on what you want her to know, or what you want the Dutch to know. I'm very happy to help." Weiss estimated that the Chinese intelligence chief was satisfied with his answer, because he called A navy steward carrying a tray with a bottle of rum and two glasses.

"Come and have a drink," he said.

Instead of taking the glass, Weiss pulled out from his pocket a carved silver cup that he had won from a rich but stupid Spanish gambler.When he was in Macau, he often took out this beautiful wine glass to show off in front of people, as evidence of his fabricated Italian aristocratic career.Now he filled the silver cup with rum: "So, why drink?"

"For our cause." Jiang Shan said.

"For our cause," Weiss murmured.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.

(End of this chapter)