The color of the sky is getting darker and darker.

The men who stepped out of a makeshift fishing village bar to catch their breath could feel the force of the wind - like invisible strong men trying to push you, they had to stand on their feet apart so as not to stagger - there were only a few strong adults walking around the street, carrying nets in their hands with food and water, two of them carried by a pot-bellied man, one of whom was full of cassette tapes and the head of SWAT with ginger eyes squinting and glancing, They are small, restricted-grade videotapes, and the women on the cover have exaggerated breasts that are inexorably reminiscent of wind signals hanging from the observatory.

Tiny pieces of sand crackled in their faces, occasionally mixed with droplets of water, and the former "head" of the institution licked the corners of his lips and found that the droplets were salty—the wind swept the water from the sea and carried it all the way here—at the end of the road was a gray-white breakwater, and the towering walls of water rumbled close to the land like the Titans' armies, and just when they thought they would crush the seaside town in a matter of seconds, they began to collapse from the highest point, and thousands of tons of seawater poured down from the sky, Crashing on the muddy tidal flats, the kinetic energy is converted into kinetic energy that goes deep into the ground and travels inland along the channels carved out by the dirt, rock, and groundwater – with the result that even those who are miles away can clearly feel the slight tremors coming from the ground.

"Sea ...... Wind ...... on the side The momentum will be stronger. The head of SWAT said his voice was torn apart by the wind.

"Questions?" The head of the HRSF team was tugging at a pair of spectacle legs, in case the fragile thing on the bridge of the nose was swept away by the wind in the next moment, shattering to pieces or plunging headlong into some sewer.

"We? No, "the head of SWAT tilted his head slightly towards the "head", who could hardly be classified as short and slender compared to ordinary people, but beside him happened to be two SWAT special forces, who were as heavily armed and equipped as his superiors - the head in the middle of it inevitably looked a little thin, the wind ran through his neck and ribs, the suit clinged to his shirt, and his hair swayed irregularly in the air like crazy: "Maybe we should find a place to keep him out of the wind, I don't want to send someone to drive around for days at this time just to find the Prophet who was unfortunately blown away by a hurricane. ”

"I said now is not the time for jokes." "Don't worry, they're not your subordinates, they're not your partners, they're in charge of themselves, and so are we, you just have to watch your lads when you act—no one is going to trouble you. ”

The thick lips of the head of SWAT twitched quickly, or twice, and he might be able to tolerate HRSF, but what about those guys who knew at a glance that they had probably only been trained in the Scout camp? "Will they act with us?"

"That's right," the chief paused, "this time...... There is a good chance that something unexplainable will arise, and it is quite possible, and it will be difficult to solve - for us. ”

The head of SWAT wrinkled his nose, as if he had smelled something, "SWAT and HRSF? ”

"SWAT and HRSF." The commander confirmed, "Cooperate with them, captain, this is an order. ”

“…… Yes, sir. Ginger eyes stared at the gray coat for displeasure, and he didn't intend to hide it at all.

The head of the HRSF team hesitated, pushing himself and others, he knew that nothing could be worse than this - you have to complete a task, you have responsibilities and obligations, but you have no right, and you have to bring a bunch of inexplicable laymen - but SWAT belongs to the local police departments, and their brains are not up to the confidentiality set above, if he says something now, and these things are leaked to the Internet or newspapers by someone in SWAT, And if he causes some disturbing whirlpools or turmoil, he will be the real leader of this mission and will be moved all the way to the front line of the Cold War.

What saved the Supreme Governor was a message - the HRSF's intelligence analyst poked his head out of the bar: "They have made a new request!" ”

"What do they want?"

"Boats, they want boats."

"Don't want money?"

"No, not as you think," said the intelligence analyst, "they are not prepared to escape, in fact, they are continuing to operate - they are asking for large boats, fishing boats, boats to return to port and shelter from the wind, drift-netters of 40 to 100 tons, rod fishing boats, longline fishing boats, and whaling boats." ”

"What do they want to do?"

"They asked us to get those ships out of the harbor and to ...... This location. "The laser pointer hits a red dot of light on the projection screen.

"They're crazy, it's a hurricane!"

"Well, as they hoped, the hurricane will help them completely destroy these ships — they allow the crew to leave on other boats once they are in place."

"That's not a big deal – how much time do they give us?"

"Immediately."

"Impossible!" The chief of the HRSF group shouted.

"That's right." The head of SWAT muttered that he was a local, and he knew very well that these boats were not out-of-the-box things like shark fin bird's nest that did not deserve the attention of the upper class, they were out-and-out cash cows, and every hour they could bring hundreds or even thousands of dollars in real profits to their powerful owners - at least three large fishing companies would suffer irreparable losses, in addition to the value of the boats themselves, plus two or more fishing window windows - ocean fishing boats are not small sampans, It's not a gadget that can enter a port tomorrow by ordering it today.

The last request only affected a Seventh District, and this demand extended beyond the entire New York District, and the real bigwigs, not people of color or minorities — it wasn't easy.

The intelligence analyst looked at the negotiating team, and the two negotiating team members looked at each other helplessly: "It's really difficult," one of them replied, "They almost, no, I should say, they don't want to talk to us at all—but we're trying, hoping to buy some time." He looked at the computer screen – they were using instant calling software to connect.

Letters are popping up one by one in the blank dialog.

"Just like last time," said the negotiator, his face blue and white from the light of the computer screen: "Two hours, they kill a hostage when they don't see the first ship in place, and then one every hour." ”

"Impossible." The chief said softly, in despair, "We can't do it. ”

***

"They said they couldn't do it." One of the EALF members relayed: "It takes a lot of time just to contact the shipowner. ”

"They're all part of a big fishing company." Somitre spoke from behind his mask: "It only takes a second for people with power to make decisions, and they don't need to be given too much time to think." soup," he snapped his fingers, "bring a child out," he said casually, "I have a hunch that they won't be too crisp this time, and we must give them a deep and sharp reminder." ”

The man called Soup stood up, "Kid? He hesitated: "We still have workers." Or that councillor. ”

"Kid." Sormitre said coldly in a voice that would not give rise to the will to resist, his blue eyes shining in the yellow light: "Children have no privilege with us, but others do, and they always say 'my little angel,' 'my little liver,' 'my little darling'...... Flowers, hope, seeds—whatever it is, now is the time for them to show their sincerity—wait," he raised his hand to stop Tang from leaving the room: "You have questions about this mission, my friend, this matter cannot be left to you - Jamie, go find a child and remember to bring a mask." ”

Jamie, the short, stocky, beating-up abuser, grinned happily, his mask was taken off while eating, and the white strap hung from one ear, and he threw a defiant look at Soup, and opened the door happily, and the wind rushed in through the door, almost knocking it down, which made him cry out in excitement.

"Little Bobby lost her little sheep," the wind outside was so strong that even with a mask, it could fill his mouth at once, but it didn't affect his mood, he leaned against the wall, staggered but stubbornly towards the workers' dormitory, and a chaotic sticky tone came out of his nose: "...... There is nowhere to find their direction; Leave them alone, and they will return home, leaving their tails behind. "Thick fingers grasp the wall, weathered cement embedded in his nails, water has accumulated on the road, his shoes are damp and a little cold," Bobby quickly fell asleep, dreaming of hearing the chirping of sheep; When I woke up from a dream, I realized that it was nothing more than an illusion. Hey, Sometre told me to bring someone, a lamb," he snorted, and greeted his companion who was vigilantly sticking outside the dormitory, "just because the sheep are all in an unknown place, and then they will restrain their unfortunate thoughts, Bobby, and make up her mind to find the lambs." The closed door was opened, and the sea breeze and fresh air rushed in, and they heard small cheers.

Jamie's eyes widened, his eyes were small, grey, and now spun around nimbly like a crab.

The worker's bed was next to one side of the room, on which several children were curled up, and at the farthest point from him, beside the window where the eel pond could be seen, three children, their faces not as red as the others.

(To be treated.)