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"Sean," Duncan panicked into the cabin, "we're in trouble. ”

"What's the trouble, Duncan?" O'Connor sat up. He's in a much better condition than he was when he left San Diego, and although he's still confined to bed, he now at least has the strength to sit up.

Unfortunately, however, this sea voyage was destined to be the worst experience of his life - although his body was recovering, the situation was deteriorating.

Duncan waved his hands excitedly. "The Liberty is gone."

The Liberty is a cargo ship, but it's no ordinary cargo ship, and to O'Connor and Duncan, she's important. This was because the Liberty was carrying two squadrons of mercenaries and 6,000 tons of supplies - including weapons and ammunition ordered by the Abyssinians for use by the mercenaries, as well as a large quantity of canned luncheon meat.

The loss of the Liberty would not only prevent the troops from conducting combat operations in Abyssinia, but would also have to compensate Abyssinia for the loss at double the price, which would also seriously affect the company's reputation in Abyssinia. So, not just Qin Lang and Rachel, everyone on the board didn't want this to happen.

O'Connor immediately tensed. "Hell, when did this happen?" He grabbed Duncan's hands and asked a few questions in one breath, "When did that damn cargo ship go missing?" How could it have gone missing? Duncan, when did you get the news? And ......"

"Calm down, Sean." Duncan grimaced, "I only got the news a minute ago, and that damn ship is long gone. Maybe only God knows what happened to her. ”

"Oh God, how do you keep me calm? Duncan, our transport ship is inexplicably gone, and no one even knows when she disappeared! At such a time, perhaps only Qin could maintain his composure. He paused, then added, "And he'll smile." ”

Despite this, O'Connor struggled to regain his composure. He took deep breaths repeatedly, finally feeling a little calmer after a minute, and then continued to say to Duncan, "We have to find her immediately." ”

"But how? Sean, we are on the sea, and there is not even a shadow of a ship to be seen within thirty miles. Duncan said embarrassed.

"Of course I know it's going to be hard, Duncan. However, "O'Connor was not going to argue about anything, he just emphasized an indisputable fact: "If we don't find that ship, we will be in big trouble." The Emperor of Abyssinia, the representatives of the consortium on the board, Rachel, Qin Lang, they will eat us alive. ”

"But it's not our fault." Duncan whispered—of course, he knew very well that if the Liberty was really missing, then he and O'Connor would have to pay for it.

"We're the top leaders here, so the responsibility can only be on us." O'Connor sighed, "We've got to find the damn ship." ”

"But how?" Duncan repeated the question.

How to find it? Everyone knows it's difficult. Regardless of the "Black Swan" or the "Freedom", they had neither radios nor search radars, and no one had heard of the equipment, and the crews had to rely on visual search for surface targets - which was almost impossible to do.

And now no one knows exactly what went wrong with the Freedom. Perhaps she had sunk - which was quite possible given the ammunition on board - perhaps the mercenaries had mutinied, held the freighter hostage and said she had gone in the opposite direction. Of course, it's possible that things weren't so bad, and that the Liberty might just have been lost, or that the boilers had failed......

But who knows now? No one knows what happened to the Freedom.

Undoubtedly, this further complicates the search.

"What should we do?" Duncan wondered.

O'Connor thought for a moment. "Let the Black Swan turn around and search for ......" He wasn't sure if the captain of the Black Swan would accept this request, after all, the contract signed by the company with him only allowed him to send the mercenaries to Djibouti, and did not require him to accept his and Duncan's command unconditionally.

Therefore, as a businessman, it is almost impossible for the captain of the "Black Swan" to agree to waste his precious time on such a troublesome and non-contracted job as searching for the "Freedom", and it is his desire to get them and the mercenaries to their destination as soon as possible and immediately find the next business, but ......

O'Connor was well aware that he had no choice. "Duncan, take a few men to the captain and ask him to turn around and search for the Liberty."

"Okay, Sean." Duncan sighed, then added, "I can't guarantee that I will be able to convince him. ”

"Think about what Qin will do."

What will Qin Lang do? Duncan nodded. "I see."

However, he was eventually frustrated. Even with a whole squad of heavily armed mercenaries, Duncan was unable to fully convince the captain of the "Black Swan". Despite being frightened, the captain was strongly opposed to turning around to search for the missing cargo ship.

He kept emphasizing to Duncan how limited the food, fresh water, and fuel he carried on the ship, how little profit he made in the business, and how tight his time was...... In short, Mr. Captain did his best to play himself as a poor unlucky bastard, so he succeeded.

Duncan was a good guy - no mockery of him, just that he was a good man. Just think about it, since he had ever wanted to form a labor association in the factory, it should have been clear that not only was he not accustomed to using force to force others to accept his terms, but he would also stand on the side of oppression......

Although this time, he did not change his position, but the captain's performance made his attitude waver.

In the end, both sides took a step back at the same time. The captain of the Black Swan agreed to return to search for the Liberty, but the search would only last for eight hours, and then the liner would continue on its way to its destination – and he would make up for the lost time by reducing the time it had made up for on the way.

There was no doubt that eight hours was not enough, and although all the mercenaries were mobilized to the deck to search for all traces of the Liberty, no one saw either the black smoke from the ship's voyage or the floating debris left behind after sinking. The ship disappeared as if it had never existed.

But she definitely existed. The thought of the more than 300 mercenaries on board and the 6,000 tons of weapons, ammunition, and luncheon meat made Duncan and O'Connor's brains hurt.

The mercenaries were also sad.

"Oh, we're going to have a harder time now." When the Black Swan sailed back to Djibouti, every officer was saying to his soldiers, "Yesterday we had at least a lot of luncheon meat, so that our time in Abyssinia might not have been difficult, but now we don't even have luncheon meat." ”

"So, sir, should we turn around and go back to San Diego now? Or have the company send another batch of luncheon meat to Abyssinia? Butz asked.

"And plenty of bullets, Mr. Butts, don't just think about eating." Eugene•Smith emphasized, "We were going to Abyssinia to fight, not to picnic. ”

"Oh, come on, sir," Butz snorted contemptuously, "our opponents are only Italians. ”

His expression made Zhang Biao feel very strange. "What? Do you think Italians are all persimmons? ”

"And it's soft persimmons." "Like many Hesses, my family came to the New World as a mercenary after my great-great-grandfather came to suppress the rebellion here," Butz said...... No, I mean mercenaries were mercenaries before they fought with the British and eventually settled in the United States......"

"What does this have to do with the Italians?" Zhang Biao interrupted him.

"Of course it does, Zhang." Butz had a proud look on his face, "I have two ancestors who fought in Italy, and they have a good understanding of how those Italian fools performed on the battlefield. ”

"What do they say?"

"Almost: Italians, civilians and soldiers, are peace-loving."

Peace-loving civilians are not a problem, but peace-loving servicemen? This is indeed not a good review. "But that was many years ago," Mr. Smith said, "and do you think it's going to be like that for Italians today?" ”

"I don't think they'll change anything, sir." Butz shrugged, "So, I feel like we should focus on food rather than Italians." ”

"I'm still not as optimistic as you, Mr. Butz." Smith shook his head slowly. However, the situation is bad enough now, what's wrong with being a little optimistic? If you are worried about weapons and ammunition, but also about food, and at the same time about the fighting power of the Italians, maybe before the passenger ship arrives in Djibouti, the mercenaries will have to go home in a hurry.

So he added: "Perhaps, if we are lucky, we will stay in Djibouti for a long time, waiting for the company's orders, or another transport ship." ”

"Maybe the company will just let us go back to San Diego." A mercenary next to him interjected.

"Why can't it be another possibility?" Butz seemed eager to learn a lesson from Abyssinia to the Italians, as his two ancestors had done - so he made the guess: "When we arrived in Djibouti, the Liberty was waiting for us there." ”

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