Into Unscientific

"captain!"

Looking at the gradually changing color of the sea water around me.

Chen Hongxing also noticed something, and he rushed to Wang Anyi's side, using his body as a cover:

"Captain, are you okay?!"

"I'm fine, get out of the way."

Wang Anyi pushed Chen Hongxing away with her other hand and gritted her teeth and said:

"It's just a bug bite on my hand. It's nothing serious - those people are also smart. It won't kill us for the time being."

Say it.

Wang Anyi turned her head and glanced north.

There were two small boats speeding towards them in that direction. One of them was a small-arms patrol boat that the rabbits had discovered a long time ago, and the other one was a bit unfamiliar. It was estimated that it was launched from some warship. Carrier boat.

This direction is also facing Wang Anyi's right arm, so there is no doubt that the shooter must have come from one of the two small boats.

So compared to this issue that is easier to judge, Wang Anyi is more concerned about another thing at this time.

That is.

Where does this PPS-43 come from?

Is it a furry bear?

still

Thinking of blaming other forces on Mao Xiong?

Although the PPS-43 gun is far inferior to the AK47 in terms of fame and output, as a classic gun type, its output and spread are still very wide.

It had produced more than 1 million units before it was discontinued. It is even more difficult to count the national forces circulating openly and secretly.

Therefore, it is still somewhat difficult to determine where the enemy is coming from using this gun alone.

But in any case, the sound of gunshots and Wang Anyi's being shot heralded a message - someone was ready to go to extremes at any time.

Those people were just maintaining the most basic sense. No one could tell whether the muzzle of the gun would move up a few points next time, from Wang Anyi's arm to his head.

However, the shooter obviously underestimated Wang Anyi's courage and consciousness. After glancing coldly at the speedboat not far away, Wang Anyi seemed not to notice the pain, turned to Chen Hongxing and said:

"Xiao Chen, brother, leave me alone. Go to the other side and hold the data cabin. Hurry!"

"Our time is limited, and we don't have time to waste time here. Hurry up and help us, and let's return the data cabin to the deck together!"

Chen Hongxing glanced at his captain and wanted to say something, but in the end he stopped talking nonsense:

"clear!"

Wang Anyi asked him and Sang Adi to "help" on the other side. In fact, he was asking them to switch to the relatively safe other side. With the data cabin as a cover, their safety factor was much higher than Wang Anyi's.

The data cabin is not large. Even including the buoys floating on the water, it can only accommodate up to two people on one side.

Wang Anyi completely exposed herself to the other party's view. If those people had malicious intentions, Wang Anyi would be a living target.

If it were normal times, Chen Hongxing would definitely have a few words with Wang Anyi, but the situation is extremely critical now. Even if Chen Hongxing has ten thousand unwillingnesses in his heart, he still can only choose to obey the order.

At least

Chen Hongxing has to wait until he meets up with other salvagers and someone can take over his job to complete the task before Chen Hongxing can move freely.

Then Chen Hongxing raised his head and looked at where he came from. The nearest salvager was still about twenty or thirty meters away. According to the sea conditions at this time, it would take half a minute to meet him.

A few seconds passed.

After confirming that Chen Hongxing and Sang Adi were in place on the other side, Wang Anyi immediately shouted:

"Walk!"

Say it.

Wang Anyi endured the severe pain in her arm and pushed the data cabin forward heavily, and the others started to move again.

at the same time.

One hundred fifty or sixty meters away from Wang Anyi and others.

Seeing Wang Anyi taking action again, a European man with a beard suddenly frowned.

A black man holding a gun next to him also turned to look at him and asked:

"Mr. Blue, what should we do now, continue shooting?"

The man named Blue said nothing, with a trace of confusion on his face.

This person's full name is Tommaso Blue, and he belongs to the North Atlantic Treaty Organization. He is also a patrol officer of the Italian Navy in NATO.

Their patrol boats are equipped with a set of lightweight weapons, including three PPS-43 submachine guns.

Not long ago, Blue and others received an instruction from Hanprey, requiring them to restrict the movements of the Chinese salvage crews to the greatest extent and to shoot if necessary.

However, like the Triggerfish, Blue and his patrol boat are actually not an elite group - all the ships that appeared in this area today were originally only performing peripheral patrol missions. To put it bluntly, they were just small soldiers. In 2023, it will be equivalent to the auxiliary police.

The reason why they were able to participate in the finals was not because of their ability or status, but simply because the intercontinental missiles happened to land here.

The same situation as the Triggerfish caused them to have the same concerns, that is, they lacked enough decisiveness in this situation-they were all worried that they would be used as a scapegoat and sold out afterwards.

This is actually a very normal thinking. Any little person will have such concerns when encountering this kind of thing, because this is beyond the scope of their obligations.

Then Blue hesitated for a few seconds and said to the black man holding the gun:

"Maren, let's aim at the Chinese man's arms and thighs and shoot. Try to make him incapacitated."

"Although the superiors have given us a relatively high level of action authority, it is better to avoid this kind of thing as much as possible without causing any loss of life - our mission is just to provide cover anyway, and the Neon People will be able to get over it in a short time."

The black man suddenly became serious:

"clear."

After that, he picked up the PPS-43 and fired several bursts at Wang Anyi.

A black man named Mullen participated in World War II. He was a not-so-famous but fairly experienced shooter. It was very simple to achieve accuracy when shooting at such a distance.

As the burst firing was completed, Wang Anyi beside the data cabin twitched several times visibly, and the blood around her became thicker.

If there was a high-altitude reconnaissance plane at this time, you would find that the seawater around Wang Anyi was even brighter red than the indicator area.

"Over."

After finishing shooting, Mullen put his index and middle fingers together and drew outward at his temple:

"One shot in the thigh, two shots in the arm. Counting the four wounds in total, that Chinese guy shouldn't be able to move?"

Maren was still reporting the 'results' very confidently, but suddenly he was startled after noticing the situation not far away from his peripheral vision.

He saw that Wang Anyi, who he thought had lost the ability to move, was still holding the sealing cord in his hand tightly, and his left hand was tightly attached to the outer wall of the data cabin. Judging from his movements, he was obviously exerting force to push the data cabin forward.

If it weren't for a wound seven or eight centimeters below the palm of his left hand that was bleeding, and the blood even dyed a small spot on the protective suit, Mullen would have thought he had missed the shot.

Blue on the side was also a little surprised.

His original idea was that Malen would 'destroy' Wang Anyi. By then, Wang Anyi, who would be out of action, would not only be unable to escort the data cabin, but would also become a liability:

Either hang it next to the data cabin and let other salvagers work harder, or allocate manpower to take care of him alone. In short, it will consume the salvage power of at least two rabbits.

In this way, no one will be killed, and the data cabin can be successfully grabbed. Blue's credit will not be lost, and the risk is almost non-existent - injury and death are two different things.

Unexpectedly, his little abacus clicked loudly, and Wang Anyi on the other side did not cooperate with his script at all?

Under such circumstances, you still want to push the data cabin. Is this so damn desperate?

Then Blue thought for a while, turned to Mullen and asked:

"Maren, can you penetrate the Chinese man's body with bullets while ensuring that he is not fatally injured? - I mean the chest and stomach area."

As he spoke, Blue also drew a circle around his belly with his fingers.

After hearing this, Malen thought for a moment, shook his head and said:

"Sorry, Mr. Blue, I'm afraid this is a little difficult."

"First of all, I have a PPS-43 instead of a sniper rifle. The stability of the firearm is much worse, and fixed-point shooting is inherently difficult."

"Secondly, the Chinese man was wearing protective clothing. It's easy to shoot the arms and thighs, but at least I can't shoot the torso."

Maren glanced at Blue as he spoke, wanting to yell at his boss, "What are you thinking about?"

Use PPS-43 to hit the human torso at a distance of more than 100 meters on the sea, while ensuring that the lungs and heart are not damaged. Do you think this buddy is Zhang Taofang from China?

However, the status of black people in Italy these days is really low, so Mullen always has countless flaws in his heart. At this time, he can only explain to Blue in a low voice.

Fortunately, Blue was not the kind of officer who forced others to do something difficult. After hearing this, he immediately frowned and nodded.

The sea breeze carried a salty and moist breath. Looking at the data cabin getting closer and closer to the other salvagers, Blue's mood became more and more entangled.

Could it be that you really want to kill someone?

Why the hell would this kind of thing happen to a passerby like me?

Toot toot—

And just when Blue was extremely hesitant, the sound of an engine suddenly came from behind him.

Blue subconsciously turned his head and found a speedboat speeding towards them in the distance.

The people on the speedboat were also wearing protective clothing and holding guns, but Blue's expression was not much defensive except for confusion.

Because the ships in this area have long been classified, not to mention that behind the speedboat are the Xianyang ship of Huaxia Treasure Island and the Perth-class destroyer of Kangaroo, it is absolutely impossible for any enemy forces to appear.

This speedboat is either from the Xianyang ship or the Perth-class destroyer.

More than ten seconds later, the speedboat drove to Blue's side, and one person on the boat took the initiative to raise his left hand towards Blue to express friendship.

Blue also waved to him and asked:

"Hey friend, which ship are you from?"

The person who raised his left hand gave him a thumbs-up gesture and said in less than standard English:

"Xianyang warship!"

Blue suddenly understood.

It turned out to be the Xianyang number of Huaxia Treasure Island.

Then, before Blue could speak, the other party continued:

"Hey, SIR, we have received new instructions from Mr. Hanprey across the sea. Considering that you may have some concerns, our ship will take over from you to complete the mission!"

This time.

The confusion on Blue's face instantly turned into shock.

What?

What did I hear?

Are these people here to take over their tasks?

But soon, Blue's shock was replaced by a sense of relief.

Looking at the ships at the scene, which one is more suitable for doing this kind of thing than the people of the Xianyang ship?

The logistics and rabbits belonging to the Xianyang ship are mortal enemies. They dare not start a large-scale war rashly at this juncture, but it is still very easy to hit a few living targets.

Even if this group of people kill Wang Anyi on the spot, they don't have to worry about becoming a scapegoat - otherwise the foundation of the logistics will be gone and they will go bankrupt on the spot.

Think of this.

Blue couldn't help but look at each other. Even though they were separated by protective clothing, they both saw a trace of regret and relief in each other's eyes.

It's a pity that after the people from the Xianyang took over, most of the credit for this matter will have nothing to do with them.

Relaxation is that although the credit has drifted away, at least they don't have to worry about being sold after the end. They can still enjoy the sunshine and beaches of Apennine and the champagne of Milan.

There may be gains as well as losses, right?

Then the person in charge sent by the Xianning ship glanced at Wang Anyi in the distance, his eyes condensed, and he said to Bru:

"Oops, Mr. Blue, the data cabin is about to join the salvage crew. Let's hurry up and do the handover."

"Old Liu, hurry up and take a sniper!"

Hearing the words of the person in charge, a sniper from the other side immediately said yes, climbed on the speedboat and took aim.

The person in charge looked at Blue again and raised a document in his hand:

"Mr. Blue, this is a fax sent to our ship from the other side of the sea. It contains relevant instructions for modifying the mission. You need to sign it for the record. Do you think it is convenient for me to go there now?"

Upon seeing this, Blue nodded immediately:

"no problem."

Joint maritime projects on the high seas can easily cause all kinds of wrangling. Therefore, when encountering various joint exercises or major projects, each command ship will clearly delineate and record its respective tasks.

This approach is somewhat similar to meeting minutes, in order to avoid blame-shifting afterwards.

So Blue wasn't too angry about the request to send the person in charge of the Xianning ship overseas. After all, they were here to 'take over' the responsibility for him.

So it's quick.

While the snipers on the Xianyang ship's speedboat were adjusting their firearms, Blue also asked the patrol boat driver to drive the patrol boat to the opponent's side. The two sides maintained a distance of about thirty centimeters.

Then the person in charge of dispatching from the other side and two assistants quickly jumped to Blue and the others and handed the fax to Blue.

Blue took a few glances, confirmed the content, and then said to the person in charge:

"The content is okay. Sir, do you have a pen? By the way, I don't know what you call you?"

"My name"

The person in charge of the Xianyang speedboat smiled and said:

"My name is Xu Tingze, I serve as a captain. I originally served in the Air Force. This time I was ordered to cooperate with the Xianyang ship on a reconnaissance mission."

"As for the pen, Mr. Blue, do you have a belt?"

"belt?"

Blue was slightly startled, not sure whether he heard it wrong or Xu Tingze said it wrong:

"Sorry, Mr. Xu, can you say it again? I seemed to have mistakenly heard it as a belt."

"You heard that right."

Xu Tingze shook his head at him and said:

"The belt can be used to tie your hands so you can suffer less."

"?!"

Blue was stunned again, and his tone suddenly rose a bit:

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

"What?"

Xu Tingze smiled softly at Blue and took out a handful of Browning with a click:

"Of course there is an uprising, Mr. Blue."

"uprising?"

This time, Blue finally reacted and heard him roar subconsciously:

"Hey, Orientals, are you crazy? Just a few of you want to revolt?"

"Are you kidding? Once your affairs are exposed, the Xianyang's naval guns will blast you to pieces in an instant!"

"Do you think that if you kidnapped a few of us, they would be afraid to fire? You think too highly of the value of us!"

Looking at this white man who was spitting and thinking wildly, Xu Tingze gave him a strange look:

"No. Mr. Blue, why do you think the Xianyang ship will fire at us?"

"Is there a possibility? I mean a possibility."

"The uprising was not just a few of us, but the entire Xianyang ship?"

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