Chapter 358 Frogmen
Captain Spike thought after hearing this: "You guys are unable to carry out the mission as planned now?"
Bai Ge said, "We can only rely on the cooperation of land and sea now. We plan to let the frogmen land on the island first, shoot down the mercenaries and scouts on the coastline, and cut off the local power supply and signals, so that we can launch the operation. There is no need to use the littoral combat ship yet. Our recruited gunners can handle this matter. Trust them, they are all professionals. You can also monitor in real time through the channel."
"Please let us know if you need anything," Spike said.
"I understand." White Dove replied.
After the communication, they informed the frogman troops on the front line and the insiders on the island of the action plan, asking them to wear diving suits and cooperate in landing on the island to carry out assassinations and control the situation on the coastline.
Captain Spike also passed the news back to the chief commander in the rear. After Zhang Ailun learned about it, he asked the technicians to switch the perspective and connect to the channel of the internal response and frogman unit on Solo Island.
You don’t know until you see it. As soon as the leader sees it, he can’t help but admire that these guys are really talented.
If the chief leader didn't have a cheat, these frogmen and spies would never have been easily discovered.
The first-person perspective of the insider's screen is of several mercenaries in camouflage uniforms, sitting opposite each other with guns in hand, with the perspective close to their chests. The picture is a little shaky, also because they are riding in a car.
The insider seemed to have a talent for languages as well. He chatted and joked with the mercenaries, and performed impromptu performances. Several of them spoke Spanish, which the chief leader could not understand, and they talked and laughed one after another. The atmosphere seemed very relaxed.
The insider also handed them a cigar and a lighter. No one knew how this guy got in.
Zhang Ailun simply opened the translation software and looked at the scene on the screen, coupled with the Chinese subtitles. Wow, it looked like a live broadcast, playing the most realistic undercover game.
You have to complete the game with one life, because if you are not careful your identity will be exposed, which really opens up your mind.
The insider is actually an 'authentic' Cuban businessman, speaking with a genuine Cuban accent.
"Brother, these are genuine imported Cuban cigars. I originally wanted to sell them to the Mexicans, but the local merchants bargained for them, so I didn't sell them to them. It just so happened that I was going to sell them to General Assad when I came here. I heard that he also likes Cuban cigars. I still have a few packs of fine cigars left. Take me to the port now and I'll get them on the ship for you."
The insider suggested going to the port on the coastline. The mercenaries thought about it and said it was okay as it was time to change shifts.
"Okay, then we won't go to the monitoring room. Listen to me, there's nothing to see over there. I don't know what happened these days, maybe because of the sea breeze. The signal is not very good. Many cameras are flashing with snow screens. The general was very angry about this and asked the engineers to find a way to repair it as soon as possible. If you hadn't brought us fresh ingredients and delicious wine, and General Assad also asked us to entertain you VIPs, we would definitely not bring you here to wander around." said the mercenary.
"We'll take you for a ride, but you have to give us a few more packs of cigars for free, and don't hide any other good stuff from us. Everything on the island costs money, and we can't even save up enough for our wages." The mercenary couldn't help but complain.
The insider said in surprise: "Your salary is so high, you can get tens of thousands of dollars every month, isn't it enough?"
“Earn money on the island and spend it on the island. Once you leave, you want to take it home.”
The mercenary complained: "What do you think the bars and dance halls on Solo Island are used for? Although our salaries are very high, the general has never been stingy with our salaries. He often rewards us and holds some uncensored events. There are hundreds of people on the island, and everyone can get a large sum of money every month, but drinks and meals are not free, and having fun costs even more!"
"The girls in the dance halls open their mouths and all the money we earn from standing guard will be returned to them. And if they want to buy nice clothes and gold and silver jewelry, they have to spend money to buy them. If they don't buy clothes, they can only be naked! This is definitely a dangerous behavior on the island! Because those black soldiers will not pamper them."
"You have to pay to buy birth control pills at the island's infirmary, otherwise you'll just have a big belly. Haha. You can never imagine how much the pills cost, one thousand dollars a pill!" The mercenary laughed.
Damn, what a beast.
"...General Assad really has a good sense for economics."
The traitor didn't know what to say, and could only keep telling them to die soon.
The chief leader also sighed and said, Damn, this old Deng has established an economic cycle on the island, and the money he sent out finally remains in his hands through other means.
"But although the cost of living on the island is relatively high and it's hard to save money, we do enjoy better services. I can earn more working here for a month than I would in a year working outside."
It can be seen that the mercenaries are very satisfied with this. Solo Island is like a paradise to them. The inner ghost can only flatter and speak well of the general.
The group of people were talking and laughing, and soon the vehicle arrived at the port area on the coastline. On the way, they ran into another group of mercenaries who were patrolling in a car. Both sides stopped and said hello.
"What are you doing here?"
"Brother, do you want a cigar? Premium cigars." There was no need for the insider to speak, the mercenary guide who was driving the car took the initiative to join in the conspiracy and drag others into the water.
"Yes." The mercenary on duty was silent for a few seconds and then answered.
The two groups hit it off and simply took advantage of the shift change to go to the port area on the coastline. At the same time, the frogman troops on the other side had also landed on the island quietly.
From the underwater perspective, we can see that after receiving the order, the frogman team first arrived at the shallow water area in a submarine. After the submarine surfaced, several frogmen put on diving suits, carried oxygen tanks and tool kits, and dived into the water.
He snorkeled underwater with ease, carefully avoiding the mines that were scattered throughout the shallow waters, and successfully reached the coastline.
After landing on the coast, the frogmen took off their diving suits, put them in the jungle with lush vegetation, put on new night clothes, took out the folding crossbow and anesthetics, crouched in the bushes and acted like Voldemort, and took out the walkie-talkie to contact the Acr organization. Under the guidance of the hacker think tank team, they waited patiently, crawled slowly, and soon saw several pickup trucks arriving at the port area.
The mercenaries and the traitor got out of the car together and exchanged a few words with each other. The traitor and several mercenaries then boarded a speedboat, approached the small cargo ship parked at the port, and landed. The other mercenaries waited on the spot.
"It's time to start taking action."
The frogman troop received the order from the walkie-talkie, and immediately took out their crossbows, loaded them with anesthetic needles, hid in the dark, aimed at the scattered mercenaries from dozens of meters away, and directly pulled the trigger to fire the anesthetic needles.
With a few whooshes, the anesthetic needle hit the unsuspecting mercenaries directly. They first felt something was wrong and felt pain in their bodies. The next second, they felt their heart rate quicken and the world was spinning. Within two seconds, they fell to the ground before they could react.
The frogmen immediately filed out, dragged several mercenaries directly into the woods, stripped them of their clothes, changed their clothes, and then slashed their necks with a knife. The quick and neat method made people marvel.
The chief leader could feel through the screen that they were not ordinary people. They were indeed professionals and completed the tasks assigned to them by the organization without saying a word.
But the prerequisite is to have sufficient intelligence support, careful planning and tacit cooperation.
"Where did these killers come from? What kind of anesthetic needle did they use?" Zhang Ailun asked puzzledly.
Captain Spike didn't know much about this either, so he asked the Acr organization. After getting the answer, he immediately explained, "They are professional frogmen from Venezuela who specialize in salvage business. They may have changed their careers because they felt that it was not profitable. The anesthetic needles were purchased through underground channels. There are inhalable and injectable types. When humans or animals come into contact with them, their nerves will be anesthetized. It usually takes no more than three seconds from waking up to fainting. Most of them are used to do bad things in bars and other places."
"Ok." Zhang Ailun nodded, and couldn't help but sigh, could the frogmen who sneaked into Jehovah Island last time be these professional players?
Unfortunately, they didn't even get to see the chief leader before they were killed by Bai Lang and his men. They were really unlucky.
But this time they seemed well-trained and had sophisticated techniques. The mercenaries were taken care of before they could even react. It can only be said that the opponents were different!
Although they are highly skilled, the chief has high-tech plug-ins. As soon as the frogmen land on the island, they will be scanned by the Terminator system and directly pierced, revealing their true colors. No matter how skilled you are, you will die.
The conditions on Solo Island are not so good. Under the interference of Acr, the cameras have been malfunctioning intermittently since a few days ago, and half of the monitoring room has been scrapped. Except for the interior of the mansion, there are no so many sky eyes available outside. This has made Assad a lot more careless, thinking that it is only affected by the weather and the magnetic field of the sea breeze.
Nothing happened. The music continued, and the dancing continued!
Continuing to observe the information scenes on the screen, those highly skilled frogmen dealt with the mercenaries at the speed of light, changed into their clothes, and then swaggered to the location of the pickup truck, took out their pistols, replaced the silencers, and prepared their melee weapons.
After a while, the traitor came down from the merchant ship with several other mercenaries and arrived at the shore on a speedboat.
But before the boat came to a complete stop, the traitor jumped onto the shore first. Several mercenaries didn't care at all and followed him ashore. However, as soon as they got ashore, the frogmen attacked directly!
Raise your weapons, bang bang bang bang bang! !
The silencer flickered with flames, and dense bullets swept directly at the mercenaries. Several of them were shot into pieces before they could react, and fell on the shallows in disbelief.
The frogmen approached cautiously and began to fire on the spot. There were a few shots, two in the chest and one in the head. Even God shook his head when he saw this.
With the help of intelligence and an insider, they easily eliminated the mercenaries and took over the security of the port area.
The insider took out the intercom and reported the situation to the Acr organization. The hacker think tank team on the other side also immediately issued new instructions.
"There is a power station and signal equipment nearby, guarded by five or six Haitian soldiers. It is considered an important facility in this area. They are also members of the troops that Assad values very much. The priority on the island is foreign businessmen, Haitian soldiers, blacks, mercenaries, desperadoes and lawless elements, women, and children. Mercenaries have ID cards that can pass through various checkpoints. You can get close to the signal station and power station with your ID cards. We don't need to tell you what needs to be done at that time. You are all professionals."
"Don't worry, we are all professionals." The frogman team replied immediately.
The hacker think tank gave them advice, "After you get rid of those Haitian soldiers, you can use signal jammers to block the sabotage signal and cut off the local power supply. Then our people can land directly from the port area and continue to infiltrate other places. Your pass is only useful in ports and fixed patrol areas. Don't approach other places rashly. They will check your identity and report to Assad."
"Understood." The frogman troops dealt with the bodies at the scene and immediately started to get on the car and take action. The traitor directly boarded the merchant ship by boat, waiting for other traitors on the island to find an excuse to gather at the port, ready to escape at any time.
Because the situation has now opened up and they are no longer needed, it's time for the real fighters to take the stage.
The Acr organization notified another group of theft teams and gunmen. After receiving the news, they immediately boarded the sea patrol boats and began to approach Solo Island in batches.
The littoral combat ship remained calm and steady. After receiving the latest instructions, it only moved forward about ten kilometers symbolically. It was still about 180 kilometers away from Solo Island.
Zhang Ailun watched them carry out their actions in an orderly manner and couldn't help but sigh at their professionalism. They threw punch after punch continuously, without giving people a chance to breathe. Who could stand this?
Can you play without cheating?
No wonder so many billionaires and island owners have suffered. How can ordinary people endure such ordeal?
Old man Assad hasn't shown up yet. He hasn't reacted at all and can't react at all. By the time he really reacts, his island will have been infiltrated like a sieve, and it will be too late.
On the other side, while the fighters were eating fish and approaching the island, the frogman troops also drove vehicles and quickly arrived at the signal tower and power supply station.
Several black Haitian soldiers were responsible for guarding their posts, but only two of them were standing guard outside. The others were still happily playing cards, completely unaware of what was happening. After seeing two pickup trucks with lights on coming over, the ones on guard immediately raised their hands to intercept them.
"Hey! It's so late, what are you bastards still doing here? If you want to take a ride, this is not a good place, you'd better leave quickly." The Haitian black soldier immediately tried to dissuade them. Although he cursed at them, he was not on guard at all.
The frogmen looked at each other and said, "Seeing you look so relaxed, we feel relieved."
He got out of the car and took out a Cuban cigar to pretend to be friendly. "The general sent me to give you some benefits..."
Get ready to take action! !
(End of this chapter)
