130 Please Give Me a Reasonable Explanation (2/2)
In just ten seconds, the blue pirate ship disappeared from the range of the searchlight, and Boly didn't even have the chance to set up a machine gun to fire.
”Officer, something bad happened! Some hostages hijacked the pirate ship and escaped!” Boly shouted madly into the interphone.
”What? Why didn't you keep watch over them?” An angry roar came from the phone.
Five minutes later, a man in camouflage clothing charged into Abadi's residence and woke him up from his sleep.
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Latitude 12.05 north, longitude 47.52 east, local time 2AM.
On USA's guided missile destroyer, Igren.
Brock, the radar technician, was drinking coffee as he sat in front of the radar screen monitor looking despondent. He felt that cruising in the Gulf of Aden to escort warships was extremely redundant. Other than throwing their weight around all day to the passing warships to show their country's power, there was no other pleasure.
What about the pirates? Come on! Brock scoffed. The strength of the United States was enough to make the whole world shake at the same time. Other than a few illiterate, indigenous people who hijacked a ship last year, the other pirates, who at least had a little good judgment, could only salute with their eyes when they saw the American flag flying.
Despite complaining, Brock did not forget his duties, as he stared at the radar screen and drank his coffee. The radar system on the guided missile destroyer was the most advanced equipment in the United States and also the world. It could even capture a whale jumping to the water surface.
”Buddy, any new discovery?” The active sonar monitor technician beside him patted his shoulder and yawned. ”I've finished my coffee, can I borrow yours?”
”In the drawer, get it yourself.”
”There are only seven ships sailing within the vicinity of ten nautical miles.” Brock spread out his hands. ”You're having a good time. The active sonar system has shut down for more than a month, and you don't have to stare at the screen all the time.”
The active sonar monitor technician sighed and grumbled, ”But I still gotta be on duty, I'm not any better than you.”
Beep beep beep. Suddenly, a shrill alarm sound came from the radar intelligence monitoring system. The screen showed a small green dot which was sailing slowly beside the warship. It suddenly increased its speed and charged toward the direction of the warship.
”Oh my God, what is this fellow doing?” Brock stared at the data on the screen in disbelief. According to the radar monitoring, the green dot would hit the left side of the warship in fifty seconds at its current speed.
”Combat duty, combat duty!” Brock shouted at the call receiver in front. ”At fifteen degrees off the port, a ship which was sailing normally, suddenly increased speed and sailed toward the warship. Please be prepared, please be prepared!”
”Roger, roger!”
Swish swish swish!
Seven ultra-high-power automatic searchlights shone at the blue pirate ship at once.
”Alert, alert! The vessel in front, stop immediately, stop immediately!” The roaring sound of the horn came from the surface of the sea. The blue clipper ship continued on its way, charging toward the warship. Also, the eight rocket launchers at its bow came into the view of the searchlights.
Dah dah dah dah dah!
With the electric motor turning, two GAU-12 Vulcan Gatling guns, which were fitted together with five artillery shells and able to fire five-thousand 25mm artillery shells per minute, turned madly. The artillery shells shot out from the barrels, creating brilliant tracks in the dark sky which converged into a fiery dragon clearly visible to the naked eye. With the anger of the god of death, it hit toward the blue pirate ship with rage.
Bang bang bang! There were numerous flames on the surface on the pirate ship. All kinds of debris sputtered out. With a thunderous roar, the pirate ship which was loaded with five tons of fuel erupted with a flash of brilliant fireworks before sinking into the sea fifteen meters away from the warship.
Ten seconds after the pirate ship sank, the powerful intelligence system and identification system of the United States displayed their amazing efficiency. In less than ten minutes, after scanning and contrasting with the photographs of the various registered pirate ships, the identity of the ship's owner was determined.
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”Have you found out which hostage escaped?” Abadi sat on the chair in the office, shouting angrily at the subordinate beside him.
”Leader, we've already counted all the holding cells one by one, and there was no hostage who escaped.”
”Don't tell me it's the locals?” Abadi grabbed the handle of the chair.
”Unlikely. We deployed eleven patrols around the pier. It's impossible for ordinary residents to get around the patrols.”
”Get those in charge of the patrols here!”
”Yes!” The black man in a suit and leather shoes took a bow before leaving.
Ringg! Ringgg!
”Hello.” Abadi grabbed the phone on the office desk. Those who knew this number were mostly powerful organizations, hence Abadi calmed himself down and quickly answered the phone.
”Hello, Abadi!”
”I'm Colonel Nenheim Baird, deputy commander of the operational headquarters of the U.S. Fifth Fleet. Please give me a reasonable explanation for what happened at sea just now.”