In the Gulf of Mexico, the wind is calm.

The Creru, a tanker with a displacement of more than 20,000 tons, was already a jumbo with a considerable displacement in this era, and now, it is slowly sailing in the Gulf of Mexico.

In the chimney at the top, black smoke came out, and the boiler was burning vigorously.

Despite the tanker's enormous displacement, it was not operated by a large number of sailors, just over two dozen sailors, and on this ship, Sailor Roy was now standing on the deck of a bloated tanker, looking into the distance.

Originally, most of the steady production of Mexican oil was exported to Europe, but with Germany's large-scale oil exploitation in Libya and the continuous expansion in the Middle East, the oil production of these fields was enough for the whole of Europe, so Mexico's oil can only be exported to other countries, and South Africa is constantly developing, and the oil needed is steadily increasing.

In addition to South Africa, their oil is also exported in large quantities to the United States, as well as South America and other countries. Especially in the United States, the demand is very large, and under the stimulation of the war, although the oil industry in the United States has been started to the extreme, it still cannot meet the demand.

This voyage will be a long voyage of two or three months, and Roy has long been used to it, but under the shroud of war, everyone's heart is heavy.

Germany had completed its occupation of Europe and was at war with the United States, and although Mexico was now strictly neutral, it was always dangerous in the vast oceans.

Thinking of this, Roy shook his head, what does this kind of world war have to do with his own little sailor?

Roy looked at the sea in the distance, the sea was swaying up and down under the sea breeze, and the seagulls were flying on the sea, this picture was so spectacular.

Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the movement on the surface of the sea.

Why did strings of small bubbles suddenly appear on the surface of the sea?

The little bubble is constantly moving forward, and the goal is to point to his side!

This definitely can't be an ordinary little bubble, it seems? Thinking of this, he felt every hair on his body stand on end.

"Attention, torpedo, starboard, a torpedo is coming at us!"

Roy shouted loudly, his voice reached the cockpit behind, and the bearded captain inside looked over to starboard, only to see the small bubbles, swimming quickly towards his side, at this moment, he also knew that his sailors were right.

Torpedo!

If they were a warship here, they could have avoided it by turning at high speed or something, but now they were just an ordinary oil tanker, with a maximum speed of less than ten knots, so they could only watch this torpedo come towards their side, and then pierced themselves to the starboard side.

It's over, it's all over.

At this moment, the captain was extremely desperate in his heart, and the other crew members were also desperate, they were oil tankers! Without all kinds of protective measures, as long as it is hit, it will definitely sink the ship, and moreover, there will be a large amount of fuel leakage.

When the oil age begins, there is a terrible risk of leakage when crude oil is transported by sea, which will cause serious ecological disasters.

The captain closed his eyes and waited for that terrible moment to come.

However, after a few seconds, he opened his eyes.

There was no terrible explosion as expected, nothing, and he looked down at the side of his ship, where everything was normal.

Was it just a miscalculation? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

At this moment, Roy's voice came again: "Second torpedo!" ”

The terrible bubble came out again, rushing quickly on the surface of the sea, and in the eyes of everyone, the torpedo made close contact with the hull with a fierce attack.

"Boom!"

This time, not as lucky as last time.

The first time it came, it was a stink bomb, it didn't explode, but the second one, it exploded.

There was a shaking of the ship's hull with a loud explosion, and then a gurgling sound was heard.

The crude oil carried inside the ship is starting to leak outside!

"Quick, send a signal for help!" The captain shouted loudly.

If it was on the high seas outside, they would be in trouble, now only in the Gulf of Mexico, not far from the coastline, they still have a chance of being rescued, and they can be rescued before the ship sinks completely.

Roy leaned against the boat, the hull slowly tilting, and he watched the black crude oil flow into the sea, and he looked at the blue sea, which was dyed black.

The fish are struggling in the black crude oil, they can't breathe, they can't swim, they are dying in helpless sorrow, their corpses, floating on the surface of the sea, staying with the crude oil.

These sea fish attracted the attention of the birds in the sky, and a seabird swooped down from the sky, as before, ready to use its mouth to pick up one of the fish and complete a perfect predatory action, but when its mouth came into contact with the sea fish, it immediately noticed that something was wrong, it had no time to turn, inertia caused it to rush into the crude oil, and then, every feather of it was stained with crude oil, and it struggled and struggled in the crude oil, and finally merged with the crude oil.

Looking at all this, Roy's mood was extremely angry, who did it?

Mexico, a neutral country, actually uses submarines and torpedoes to attack the ships of neutral countries, which is simply a blatant violation of international norms and the destruction of the international order!

The news that the tanker Criru was torpedoed by an unknown nationality in the Gulf of Mexico, the oil tanker sank, and a large amount of crude oil spilled immediately became the headline of the day.

Mexico City, the capital of Mexico, is also very depressing.

"It must have been done by the Germans, we have already started an investigation into the accident, and all the fingers are pointed at Germany."

The U.S. ambassador to Mexico, as soon as he received the news, rushed to the presidential palace to explain the situation to President Camacho.

Who but the Germans could be so mad? It is simply intolerable to take the initiative to attack oil tankers!

"The goal of the Germans is to stop the transportation of Mexican oil and destroy the economy of Mexico, and the goal of the Germans is to dominate the whole world, and now, Mexico has no choice but to stand with us in the United States." The Mexican ambassador continued.

"Mr. Ambassador, how can you be so sure?" Suppressing his anger, President Camacho said.

"Of course, is there any doubt about that? It wasn't the Germans who did it, and who else would do it? The U.S. ambassador to Mexico said: "The torpedoes we use are all electric torpedoes, and the oil tanker that was hit this time can see clear bubbles, which are thermodynamic torpedoes, which must have been owned by the Germans." ”

The Mexican ambassador was relaxed, it really gave them a great opportunity, the Germans actually came to hit the Mexican oil tankers, now, can Mexico not follow the United States?

"The truth, we will find out, no one can hinder our oil development." President Camacho said.