Section 144 Our Cause

"It's simple." Mr. Lando said that in addition to loading some of the emergency weapons and supplies into the lifeboat, he and Hale put another emergency supply in a magnetic box and attached it to the hull.

"As long as you can dive two or three meters, it's easy to pick up the box at low tide."

Lin Chuanqing laughed: "You are really a cunning guy. ”

"If I hadn't been cunning enough, I'd have died many times a long time ago - always have to make a backup when you take risks."

"That's a good point. Come, a toast to the success of our work tomorrow. Qian Shuiting poured a glass of soda for everyone.

Lando said, "Spend the ticket for me." ”

The Navy's motor boat emitted a sudden cloud of black smoke and dragged a huge cigar-shaped object with various sea creatures attached to it. At first glance, it looks like a dying whale or something like a sea beast floating in the waves. This huge guy has rows of yellow oil drums strapped to each side as a reserve buoyancy.

Two rowboats, laden with sailors and sailors, followed cautiously, and their task was to keep an eye on the object and prevent any accidents.

The huge creature was carefully dragged to the shallows, where it ran aground. Sailors jumped out of the dinghy and propelled the big creature in waist-deep water, loading it onto the rails on the beach with fishing rods and pulleys and slowly pulling it up to the dock. People curiously form a circle.

"It's not bad," Qian Shuiting put down his binoculars and lit a cigarette for himself, "God knows if you will leave a caisson in the open sea of Dongsha Island, and if you don't provide the latitude and longitude location, you won't be able to find it." ”

"When the caisson is thrown into the sea, there will be buoys on the buoy to indicate the position," Weiss said, "and of course, no buoy will last three years." At that time, we deviated from course and ran to the side of Dongsha Island -- thinking that we would definitely be inspected by the patrol ships of the Taiwan Coast Guard, so we decided to abandon it in a hurry. ”

"No wonder you have a slope at the stern, and you have such a long chute from the back of the bridge to the stern, and there is a crane under the door mast." "At first I thought it was for hoisting fishing dinghys. Are you just going to keep this thing on top of it, which is more than half the length of the ship? ”

The former mercenary shook his head in agreement.

"If you had noticed some of the clues on it while fishing for the Mackerel, you would have guessed that there was something else on board. Of course, it is difficult to salvage anything from the sea without a clear latitude and longitude. ”

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

The salvaged caisson has been pushed into a freshly built haode shed, and it is still dripping with water in Xiangxia. The caisson made of double-walled steel plates takes on a long, thick cigar shape, and its surface is crawling with various attached sea creatures, resembling a large strangely shaped reef in the dim light.

The atmosphere inside and outside the shed was extremely warm, just like the scene when the first boat came out of the water. A light escalator was erected, and Gao Xiaosong and others climbed to the top of the caisson and scraped off the attachments and waterproof sealant on the cargo door with a knife. The turntable twisted, and with a few clanging sounds, the cargo door slowly opened, and the crowd of onlookers let out a burst of cheers and crowded into the shed for a sneak peek.

Only Weiss sat under a coconut tree outside the shed, smoking a cigarette leisurely.

There was some moisture in the cargo hold of the caisson, but no water entered. "What is this?" Gao Xiaosong opened a sealed iron box and took out a rectangular object wrapped in dark green aluminum-plastic film, which appeared to be a large piece of soap with some English letters on it. He turned on his headlamp and took a closer look.

Zhou Weisen leaned over: "This is a 1.25-pound C4 explosive." He pulled back the tarp, counted the number of tin boxes, and exclaimed, "Oh my God, so many."

The mountain-like stacks of explosives scared away many enthusiastic onlookers, even though everyone knew that the U.S. military-made explosives were much safer than the dynamet explosives made by Lingao. But being in the company of a lot of explosives is still prohibitive.

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

"Daddy, I thought this caisson contained a tactical nuclear warhead. You're going to use this thing to cheat the Karen Army out of dollars? He is truly an arms dealer with no conscience. ”

"Looks like a submachine gun, what model?" Gao Xiaosong looked at the weapon over and over, the toy-like body made of plastic shell, the shoulder rest bent by steel wire bent upside down under the gun, and several translucent plastic cartridges in the box. Since dealing with the North American crowd who are accustomed to playing with guns, the former coast guard captain has found that his knowledge of firearms is actually pitiful.

"MGV-176, the Yugoslav model of the American American-180 submachine gun." Qian Shuiting said: "Police equipment. The gun was okay, the rate of fire was fast, and the accuracy of the burst fire was good. It's just that the 0.22 bullet used is too powerful. ”

"Why care so much about a few submachine guns?" The former mercenary and smuggler leaned against the pillars of the shed with his hands crossed: "Your factory can mass-produce Stern or M3 grease guns as long as you need to, and you don't have a shortage of ammunition anyway." ”

"All we lack is bullets. If we could mass-produce bullets, maybe we would have started building AKs long ago. ”

The guns were taken out of the cargo hold and counted one by one. In addition to the unpleasant MGV-176, the next harvest was quite satisfactory, with more than two dozen new M240B machine guns lined up on the ground. A thin layer of anti-rust oil was also applied to the barrel and various parts. The FAL automatic rifle, including the fixed stock, the standard barrel model with a bipod, and the carbine version with a folding stock and a short barrel, totaled 316 pieces, all wrapped in shrink film. The middle of the hold was stuffed with a full box of ammunition, except for the 0.22LR bullet for the MGV-176 submachine gun, the others were 7.62×51mm NATO rounds, sealed in a special polyester box. Zhou Weisen, Gao Xiaosong and Sun Xiao, a representative of the Planning Institute, led a few people to climb up and down to count, and there were more than 100 boxes.

"It's enough to start a small war," Qian Shuiting said to Weiss, "and if you hadn't met us, you would have made a lot of money from this business." The latter just nodded: "Go on, King Solomon's treasures are more than that." ”

"Are you referring to this?" Lin Chuanqing pointed to the boxes that had been carried out of the back of the cargo hold, as well as devices similar to rocket launchers. Lao Di was taken aback when he saw it: "Anti-tank missile, Red Arrow 73"

"You're going to play with this?"

"No, I saw it during the troop exercises. This thing is not only used to fight tanks, but also landing craft, speedboats, pillboxes, etc. ”

"This is not a domestic Red Arrow 73, but it is definitely an anti-tank missile of the AT-3 series," Gao Xiaosong said: "There is still a word on the package, 'Yugoimport-SDPR', is it the name of the manufacturer?" ”

"Yugoimpor-SDPR is a Serbian state-owned arms company. No, you'd better wait until you get back to the base lab and fiddle with it. Weiss stopped Lin Chuanqing's attempt to open the air seal.

"24 missiles, with two warheads, shaped warheads and thermobaric bombs. Well, it's all here. Count slowly, but don't miss anything. ”

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

Like the disposable bazookas fished out of the cabin, this is another difficult problem.

The 8154 cruiser sounded its whistle and escorted the small fleet out of Dongsha Island. Jiang Shan found Weiss on the back deck, leaning against the railing, staring at the white waves that had been turned up by the propellers.

Jiang Shan briefly introduced himself, and the former mercenary shook his head slightly: "That night, I saw you in the interrogation room. ”

"The telegram I 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 and handed the newspaper back: "I can't read Chinese characters." ”

"You'd better be able to understand."

"Chinese characters are too difficult." Lando spat the butt of his cigarette into the sea, "But I'll try to learn to speak Chinese—it's the language of the patriarchs." ”

"What are you going to do next?"

"What for?" Weiss narrowed his eyes at the waves: "I'm poor now, so I want to go back to Macau and get back the six hundred silver pesos that belong to me." ”

"Li Siya won't be paid in vain," 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 more than happy to help. Weiss estimated that the Chinese intelligence chief was satisfied with his answer, because he called a naval attendant with a tray containing a bottle of rum and two glasses.

"Let's have a drink." He said.

Instead of taking the glass, Weiss pulled out a carved silver cup from his bosom, which he had won from a rich but stupid Spanish gambler. When he was in Macau, he often showed off this beautiful wine glass in front of people, as a testament to his intrigued career as an Italian aristocracy. Now he poured rum into the silver cup: "What about a toast, then, weishenme?" ”

"For our cause." Jiang Shan said.

"For our cause." Weiss muttered. He raised his head and drank the wine, then threw the fine silver glass into the sea with a wave of his hand.