"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

In the corridor of the hospital, three big men wearing sunglasses hurriedly opened the way for the boss Otorrank, behind whom Otorank's face was pale, his slightly bulging eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were gloomy and scary.

A group of more than a dozen people poured to the door of the ward.

In the room, the police are carefully investigating the scene and taking photos for evidence.

"Our police are handling the case, you can't go in." The police prevented Otorranke and the others from entering the ward, and Otoranke slapped him out, stunning the police.

There were still a few policemen in the corridor, rushing over to stop, and Otlanck's bodyguards stood up to stop them, not scaring the police, somewhat of a dog.

"Stop" a police officer walked out of the room in time to stop his subordinates and Otorrank's men, and then smiled and invited Otoranke into the ward.

Otlanc threw himself to the side of the hospital bed, looking at his son, whose face was sparse, trembling, this was the crystallization of love between him and the woman he loved the most.

The woman he loves the most has died of illness for many years, and he can't give birth to another son for him, he hates the tricks of fate, why does whoever he loves leave him?

"Whoever kills my son, I will let his whole family taste the most painful taste in the world, and he will not die well!" Otto Ranke was hysterical, his facial expression distorted and terrifying.

The police officer sighed, looked empathetic, and said with a sad face: "Dear Mr. Otorrank, people cannot be resurrected after death, you mourn and change, and our police will do our best to track down the murderer." ”

"My son's affairs, why use you garbage to meddle."

Otolrank's words made the flattering police officer red-faced, speechless, poked in place, not to mention how embarrassing, it was not that this thing was a default waste, but that he had no courage to offend Otolaanke.

The Otolaenc family.

Politicians have to lower their profile and make friends with wealthy families.

He is the deputy director of the district police station, and he is a fart in front of others.

The grief-stricken Otto Rank, who was persuaded to leave by his relatives and subordinates, was heartbroken, and the fire of hatred burned brightly, and he vowed to find the murderer and break his body into pieces.

On the ocean far away from the island of Great Britain, a fleet of ships rode the wind and waves, and thirteen giant ships of 10,000 tons were lined up, which was spectacular.

This is an oil tanker belonging to the Ortolanc family oil company, which continuously transports oil from the Middle East back to the British mainland, and then refines and deepens the profits.

The thirteen megaships are only a small part of the fleet of the Otoranck family, and the Otolanck family is second only to BP in terms of the ability to transport crude oil by sea.

The fleet sailed out of the Persian Gulf through the Strait of Hormuz yesterday and sailed towards the Atlantic, arriving in the United Kingdom, the lead tanker cockpit, the captain of the fleet held a telescope to observe the sea in front of him, and the radar showed that there were four fast-moving objects in front of him, approaching the fleet.

Pirate?

Captain Bearded felt that this was unlikely, because the Strait of Hormuz in the Persian Gulf was an important oil transportation channel and a place of great strategic importance, with many NATO countries deploying heavy troops here, and two US aircraft carrier battle groups taking turns cruising here, looking at Iran.

Even pirates who eat bear's heart and leopard gall don't come here to toss.

While Captain Bearded frowned and pondered, four enclosed speedboats entered the telescope's field of vision and rushed over with great momentum, and the two ships on the side suddenly accelerated, outflanking the left and right sides of the fleet.

"Notify all crew members that we are in trouble, sound the alarm and send a distress signal to the surrounding vessels." The beard realized that something was wrong and gave orders in an orderly manner.

There are many NATO naval bases along the coast of the Arabian Peninsula, and there are countless warships cruising nearby, and he believes that rescue forces will arrive in as little as half an hour or as long as an hour.

"Captain, our radio and satellite phone signals are all jammed and we can't send out a distress message." The captain of the head ship wept and reported the bad situation to the beard.

The beard froze.

The signal is interfered with, and it usually occurs in extremely bad weather.

At this time, the sea was calm and calm, and his beard suddenly understood that this was human interference, so he raised his binoculars again and observed with fear.

The menacing speedboat is indeed extraordinary, it looks like a miniature missile boat modification, because the missile compartment and the speedboat cockpit are fully enclosed, which is conducive to "stealth", whether it is equipped with missiles, the beard can not be seen, but the multi-barreled machine gun at the front of each speedboat is definitely a real guy, and the two speedboats on the left and right outflanked have high-power antennas installed on the roof, which should be the source of interference.

They really did it.

The beard is unbelievable, this is a pirate, an army!

"Speed up, get through." At the same time as the bearded beard gritted his teeth and gave an order, the two speedboats blocking the road in the front fired machine guns, and the intensive barrage bombarded the cockpit of the tanker more than ten meters above the deck.

The 20-millimeter high-explosive bomb was impermeable to the wind, like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, destroying the withering and decaying, the glass wall of the cockpit was constantly bursting, and the crew controlling the steering wheel was blown to pieces above the belly.

The beard lay down in time to escape, and looked around in horror, the cockpit was in a mess, the corpses were all over the place, and there were a few missing arms and legs, wailing in pain.

The flotilla was forced to stop.

The mysterious armed ship approached the four giant ships in the middle of the head and tail, and the well-equipped black-clad armed men who looked like special forces quickly climbed onto the giant ship through the ropes.

Ten minutes later, the flotilla was controlled, and under the surveillance of four dinghys, changed course.

In Iraq, the Qubaisan oil field, 180 kilometers from Baghdad, was acquired by the Otolank Oil Company the year before last to exploit the oil field for 50 years, and after huge investment and preparation in the early stage, it began to put into production this summer.

Blackwater is responsible for the security of the oil field, and the plant is surrounded by high walls, barbed wire, dense surveillance probes, and deep trenches to prevent bomb-carrying cars from rushing into the plant.

In the watchtowers and fortifications, the mercenaries of Blackwater dressed like American GIs, chatting idly, or smoking and playing with their mobile phones.

Buzzing and screeching.

A group of mercenaries patrolling along the high wall subconsciously raised their heads, and several large remote-controlled planes flew into the bed from the air and crashed straight into the flammable and explosive dangerous area of the factory, and then the explosion occurred in that area, and the flames rose, which then caused an even more serious explosion.

The heavens shake.

The mercenaries who were 100 meters away from the explosion area were overturned by the strong heat wave, and the town dozens of kilometers away was shaken, and people outside saw the light of the fire and thick black smoke.

London, United Kingdom.

The headquarters building of the Autolanque Group.

Immersed in the memory of his son's pain, Otorranke was overwhelmed by the bad news one after another, and sat at his desk in a daze for a long time, finally realizing that there was a powerful character targeting him or the entire Otorranke family.