"If we're going to do anything, we've got to get ahead of the hurricane," said the man in a gray tweed coat, turning from a projection screen as wide as a wall, in the bright white light, as the outline of the island of Grimra, the topography, the surrounding sea, and the buildings of the island—the dining room, the workers' quarters, the tools and storerooms, the cellars (depicted by dotted lines and shadows) were mostly reflected between his chest and lower abdomen, a piece not far from the island. The reef jutting out of the sea formed a mossy green spot on his face.

"Of course, there is no doubt about it." Another muttered under his breath, "The devil testifies that we should do something." He impatiently beat one of Michael Jackson's famous dance tunes on the smooth ground with his platform boots.

Ginger eyes looked down on everyone in the room like a vulture—he was a tall, burly warrior with about a quarter of black blood, and a fire-resistant combat suit topped with the latest Interceptor body armor in service, which, in addition to the original front and side ballistic protection inserts, added protective modules for the deltoids, armpits, groin, and larynx, which were hidden under dark, ballistic fabrics, Like the 15th-century Gothic full-body armor, the wearer becomes more imposing, even a little terrifying, when stationary, like a granite statue to commemorate the world war, and when moving, it is reminiscent of an adult Kodiak brown bear (three meters tall when upright).

"Do you have any comments on my plan?" The gray coat accurately captures the voice as well as the owner of the voice.

The strong half-breed opened his hands in boredom: "No, sir," he said, "the plan sounds perfect, and besides, there have been orders from above," he said sincerely, "this operation SWAT (Police Department Special Equipment and Tactical Squad) has to listen to the HRSF (_ Federal Bureau of Investigation Hostage Rescue Team), yes, yes, I know very well." ”

"But if you have any ideas or suggestions...... Say it, say it immediately. The gray tweed coat said sternly: "Now is not the time to play tricks or be passive. ”

Even though he knew it was bad, it was bad, the head of the New York SWAT was uncontrollably bored - oh, the bastard and imbecile bureaucrats, what did they think the action group was? Ready-to-add toppings for your dish? Hey man, my pizza needs an extra cheese - hey man, we think you need some more support! Hi, we got you a new boss; Hi, do you have any ideas? Hi, your emotions are very wrong! Hey, you may need to go back to school! God's torn panties!

He held out a finger and scratched his neck, "A snake can't have two heads," he tilted his head, "I don't have the right to put a beak, whether it's a plan of action or anything else, although I do have a question - well, are you sure about our intelligence...... No problem? ”

Armed forces, combat terrain, firepower configuration, hostage status, on-site intelligence, psychological assessment of suspects \ hostages - they have information about the EALF organization and several suspects, it is not very sufficient, this radical animal protection organization is very loose, personnel contact with each other is almost exclusively by email and telephone, they are like a ubiquitous mosquito, buzzing, people are overwhelmed, but when you want to move seriously, they will scatter, no, you can't catch them, They couldn't catch their handles or tails - and even if they did go overboard this time, the police still couldn't pinpoint who was involved, let alone who they were, what their composition was, and what weapons they might have.

The Kay family provided plans and structural plans of the island's buildings, and the New York City found detailed plans of the island, its adjacent waters, and transportation, but no one knew exactly what was going on the island.

After negotiations, the EALF allowed one (and only one) of their designated people to go to the island to confirm the hostages, an elderly Chinese, although he also had eyes, nose and ears, but what could an ordinary person without any training get from these short ten minutes? He couldn't even tell the difference between an assault shotgun and an automatic rifle.

The HRSF team leader used a method that SWAT couldn't believe - they brought in a medium, yes, a medium, who, although he was like an ordinary person, claimed to be able to attach a part of his senses to others—was able to see every detail that others saw, heard every sound they heard, and comprehended every sensation that others received. He attached himself to the Chinese, went to the island, and brought back a lot of information.

From the composition of the EALF members, their orientation, and their emotions, to the position and physical condition of the hostages, as well as the weapons used by the criminals, the means of confinement, and the bombs disguised as suitcases.

The gray coat didn't speak, he lowered his head and pressed his glasses, "This information source is indeed a bit special," he looked up, brown eyes glancing straight into the corner of the room, "But I can assure you that we can trust them." ”

The man sitting in the corner pursed his lips slightly, he opened a cigarette case, grabbed candy from it and stuffed it into his mouth, the rich sweet smell could be smelled even by the special operations personnel standing outside the house—childish actions and hobbies, but he looked like a trained Wall Street guy who could send him to work at any stock exchange or financial institution by shoving a brown leather briefcase into his arm.

The Pandora's box, which was opened by the ghoul and his children, led to the misfortune of many people, including the "head" who had been the supreme head of the institution's largest hospital, the Tower of Babel, and who was severely derelict in his duties and kicked into the action team after being beaten up by the upper echelons of the institution - it was nothing, he was doing this job ten years ago, and he was confident that he would climb up again, if he could build up enough credit, to catch the little birds that escaped from the cage one by one? It may not be enough, but it is undoubtedly one of the necessary avenues.

The head of SWAT sniffled, "I hope so." He said that if he had more time and the weather wasn't so bad, maybe he would have insisted on other, more reliable methods of obtaining, at the very least, verifying the information, but the situation could not be delayed any longer.

"How's the negotiation?" In general, such incidents are best resolved with silver bullets rather than bullets, and negotiators will try to work until the last minute.

"They refuse to negotiate." Gray Coatcoat replied: "This is one of the important reasons why we must put the rescue plan on the table." ”

"Looks like we're just going to do it," the head of SWAT said with a small up-and-down elbow gesture that represented "hurry," "How much time do we have?" ”

"Less than an hour," the gray coat raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "Fifty-six minutes, maybe longer, those Chinese promised to meet the requirements of the EALF and have already put it into action, this is the first request of the EALF, but I don't think it will be the last." Last time, that guy made eleven demands. ”

***

The golden shark fin was moved out of the sealed glass display case and storeroom, and the EALF volunteers had prepared enough gasoline, firewood, and a place to burn it, and they piled up the sky-high or even priceless ingredients and set them on fire.

The golden-red flames grew stronger, the scorching smell and black smoke permeated the dark gray sky and the earth, the wind was strong, and the sparks were like small fish, one string after another, swimming rapidly around the people, trying to ignite the hair and clothing, and the volunteers had to retreat step by step, some of them applauding. Several others turned on their computers and pointed their cameras at the incineration site to broadcast live, which was requested by EALF members.

The people of the Kai family and the Xu family were also at the scene, and they suffered the most losses.

Several women couldn't help but cry.

Kai Yongping held his mother's arm tightly, bearing the weight of most of her body—the two largest of which were her dowry. "It's a helpless thing," he said in a nonchalant tone, "in factories in Germany, Spain, Portugal, Northern Europe and North America, shark liver is refined into cod liver oil and shark liver alcohol, shark skin is made into leather products, cartilage is made into bone meal, whole shark meat is openly sold in the market, every household in Sri Lanka makes steaks out of salted shark meat, Canadian fishermen catch a large number of dog sharks every year - they take the pieces of meat and sell shark fins to us - people here eat bears, bison, deer, goats, grouse, salmon, Every year, thousands of wild donkeys and horses are killed to make food for dogs and cats, and countless animals are skinned to make furs, but who cares? It's their traditions, their rules, their customs. He shook his head slightly: "We are condemned, hated, and belittled only because we favor some of the sharks over all of them – but what about our traditions, rules, and customs?" No one cares, no one wants to understand, no matter how many years we've been here—we don't belong here, and this place doesn't belong to us. ”

"You don't have to be sad." He lowered his head and brought his lips close to his mother's ear: "Tradition doesn't die so easily. He even smiled: "Sharks have not been completely extinct yet—we can always get them back—Mother, there is a good saying, under the reward, there will be brave men." ”

(To be continued)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've been so nervous at work lately, I can barely straighten my waist when I come back, and I work overtime for half a month without a day off, and I turn around in a row - is this really a human life?

One day, the leader innocently asked me, "Why don't you all like to work overtime?" ”

Mouth beard! I almost flipped the table!