Perhaps the cargo ship chose to cooperate, and the two pirate-flagged training ships did not take the initiative to attack, stopped not far from the cargo ship, and used the flag language, telling them all to stand on the deck, put their hands in a visible place, and ask them to disarm everything.

The lieutenant did as he did well with the requirements of the two very special pirate ships, getting everyone to stand on deck, and placing all the weapons he was carrying with him where the men could see them. Soon one of the pirate ships lowered its boat, and more than a dozen men came to the cargo ship with guns in hand.

The cargo ship is not big, it is not far from the empire to the Federation, it belongs to the deconstruction of the inland sea, it is wrapped in the middle by the continental shelf, there are not so many terrifying wind and waves, the only thing that is a little troublesome is that there are more reefs, but as long as it is not close to the coastline, there is no big problem.

When the group boarded the ship, the lieutenant was even more certain that these men were soldiers, and most likely the navy, and he saw in their behavior something left over from militarized training. For example, the formation, for example, the posture when holding a gun, for example, the cooperation between them. Only professional military personnel will train these things, and those pirates don't care at all about training or not.

If you can fight, you can fight, and if you can't fight, you can run, this is the survival rule of pirates on the sea.

"I am the person in charge of this operation...... I have something to say to your chief. The lieutenant deliberately used the more technical term "operation" instead of the task, and the other party reacted immediately, and the two discussed for a moment, and one of them nodded.

The lieutenant raised his hands and walked slowly forward, he thought that he could reach the superior officers of these people, and explained that this operation was ordered by a promising colonel of the War Department, and strictly speaking, everyone was their own people, and it would be fine.

Colonel Thomas looked at the dinghy with some annoyance, and walked towards the gangway with some anger, he watched the two team members escort a crew member to board the training ship, and immediately scolded: "What's the matter, what are you going to do?"

"Sir, don't be angry, I'll explain!", the lieutenant immediately stood up, this is what he requested, naturally he can't let the other two well-meaning Navy soldiers carry the black pot for him, he introduced himself, "I am a lieutenant at the Imperial Army's Canres State Army Base, this time in accordance with the requirements of our superiors, we shipped a batch of important things to the Federation, this is a secret military operation, without any written notice and documents, so there may be a little misunderstanding between us." As he spoke, the lieutenant took out his military ID and handed it to Thomas.

Thomas knew at a glance that this military ID card was real, he had a lot of this thing, he casually put the military ID card in his pocket, and asked, "Misunderstanding?

The lieutenant was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Although you and your subordinates covered it up well, almost making me think that you were really pirates, but I know that you are the Imperial Navy, so this is a misunderstanding, we are our own people!"

However, the lieutenant did not greet Colonel Thomas's amiable smile, and he received a bullet that hit him directly in the head and lifted the back of his skull away. Colonel Thomas snorted angrily, pointed at the two subordinates and scolded, "Have you been eaten by dogs? We're pirates now, understand? No matter who the other party is, it's just our target, carry out the mission immediately, fool!"

As he said that, he shouted again, and pointed to the lieutenant on the ground, who was so surprised that he could no longer die, and said, "Throw him into the water, and you two will clean the deck at night!"

A completely unequal killing was over at the beginning, and it was not the first time that the Imperial Navy had done such a thing, only this time they had killed all the people, and before they only grabbed goods.

The artwork from the cargo ship was transported intact to the training ship, and Colonel Thomas returned to the naval base with these items and reported the process and results of the operation to His Excellency the Rear Admiral. Regarding the misjudgment of two stupid soldiers in the "wartime operation", His Excellency the Major General said that the training of these two men needs to be increased, and the time is one month. He also asked by the way what was on the ship, which was able to make Durin very concerned.

"It must be some work ......of art," Thomas replied honestly, having opened a flat wooden shelf and found a painting tightly wrapped in sheepskin. He didn't know about art and their value, but he could guess that what Durin cared about must be worth a lot of money.

His Excellency the Major General's small eyes suddenly lit up, "Did the target of this operation resist?"

Thomas was just about to say that there was no resistance, but he subconsciously glanced at His Excellency the Major General, and suddenly realized, "They put up a fierce resistance, and in the end we had to shell their cargo ship and force them to give up resistance. ”

"Is there a loss?", His Excellency was pleased with Thomas's witty answer, and perhaps before he retired, he could try to put him in the position of brigadier general. As long as he can continue to bring more benefits to the Navy, those old friends of His Excellency the Rear Admiral will not mind having someone take over his shift.

As for himself?

He's found something he can live comfortably in retirement.

"Yes, Your Excellency, because of the shelling, the cargo ship was flooded in the hold, and part of the cargo was washed into the sea, and we only rescued part of it. ”

"Very good, very good!", His Excellency the Major General left his seat and walked over to Thomas, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "You have done a good job of giving Mr. Durin a truthful feedback on the situation, and telling him that we regret not getting everything back that he wanted. "I'll go and see what I've lost, and we'll know if Mr. Doolin blames him." ”

Thomas rolled his eyes and stood for a while before picking up the phone, this call is really not easy to call, but His Excellency the Major General has already made a choice, and he has no way to object, took a deep breath, and sowed the last number.

There may be "loss" of this batch of goods, Dulin knew from the beginning that the life of the navy was not easy, and the life of those generals would not be very comfortable, if it were not for the fact that he hired the navy to become his own smuggling channel, it was very likely that the life of the Ilian naval base would be even more difficult. Although he felt that the little old man was a little unsophisticated, Duhrin was not selling the favor of the little old man, but the favor of Thomas.

The little old man is about to retire in two years, and if nothing else, Colonel Thomas's performance in the past few years has been among the best in Ilian and even on the East Coast, and it is very likely that the next commander of the base will be picked up by Colonel Thomas. Add to that the fact that Durin was willing to spend some money for Colonel Thomas to help him get to the throne, so today's incident is not a big deal. A person who feels guilty about himself is better than a person who always feels that he has suffered a loss here, which is a good thing from another point of view!

Durin expressed his understanding and understanding to Colonel Thomas in a very easy-going tone, which touched Colonel Thomas and breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Du Lin would feel that he had been trapped, and then interrupted the transportation agreement, and then His Excellency the Major General would definitely not have an accident, and only himself would have an accident. Fortunately, Durin was very understanding, and also said that he would invite him to dinner after the election, which also made him realize something.

After Colonel Thomas hung up the phone, he told Durin's attitude to His Excellency the Major General, who was choosing his "pension", and His Excellency the Major General lived from the aristocratic era to the present era, and I don't know how many political incidents I have encountered, and those who can survive and still reign will not be missing strings in their heads. He realized that it was Durin selling to Thomas—it certainly wouldn't be to himself, the first thing was passed on to Thomas, and the second call was made by Thomas.

He immediately understood Durin's intentions, and although he was a little angry, he was able to accept the reality. He was silent for a moment before he said with a smile: "I plan to nominate you as Commodore of the Imperial Navy, you prepare the materials yourself, and go to the Navy Headquarters with me next week!", his tone was a little gloomy, "Fight hard, maybe you will be able to defend Illion in two years!"

The sudden happiness made Thomas speechless with excitement, as the "salesman" of the Ilian Naval Base, he was actually a fake, purely to make himself have enough face when he was talking about business outside, after all, he was already the highest rank of non-general. He thought that he might not be able to take that step in another twenty or thirty years, or even never, but how could he suddenly have passed?

He first thanked His Excellency the Major General for his cultivation, and then immediately went back to prepare his promotion materials, and in the process, he sighed faintly, he knew why.

Alex was reviewing a document at this time, and Ordo, the capital of the state of Canleth, was flocking to the city as the economy recovered. The city hall has drawn up plans to expand the city circle by another ring road to cope with the increasing population burden in the city center. According to the regulations, the report needs to be reviewed by him, and then he writes his own opinions, and then forwards it to the governor for final approval.

He read the document carefully, and was just about to write down his opinion when suddenly the phone rang.

After a long stay in a quiet place, without warming up, there was a momentary fear of the noise that suddenly broke the silence, and with a slight shake of his hand, the ink beads on the tip of the pen rolled down on the paper, and he lifted the phone while holding the tissue paper to dip the ink.