Battlefield Contractor

When Lin Rui notified the other team members of the news, the other team members were a little surprised. Although they don't know how Aladdin persuaded Silver Wolf to accept this business, they also knew that Aladdin, an old guy, was not simple, and it was possible that Silver Wolf had actually known each other.

"Do you think his words are reliable? After all, he is one of the important figures in the secret society, and he is the kind with very old qualifications." Crazy Horse frowned.

"He has no reason to lie to us. You know, I have a feeling that if he wants to kill us, I'm afraid we are all dead." Sergey whispered. "From the very beginning, he saw through all our arrangements. If he deliberately tried to deal with us, we would be dead when we were in the spare maintenance room outside."

"So we have to thank this old guy?" Sandro frowned.

"No, but I will be more careful with this person." Lin Rui whispered, "If there is no problem, please prepare. According to Cobain's report, we will enter the port in Mogadishu, Somalia tomorrow at noon. At present, because of the hands and feet that Cobain secretly made, the white gloves and the black pearls, they haven't noticed this. It is estimated that there will be a good show tomorrow, so please be smart."

"Understood, boss." Sergey, Sandro and others nodded.

The next day, the weather was clear, the visibility on the sea was high, and the sea was so blue that it was intoxicating. A burst of white seagulls flew past, indicating that it was already offshore. But White Gloves couldn't enjoy the beautiful seascape quietly, because he received an emergency notice a few minutes ago to let him go to the cockpit.

He walked quickly to the cockpit of the ship almost without hesitation, and found several of his mercenaries, Betty the Black Pearl, and the female receptionist in the cockpit. "What's going on?" White Glove breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the cockpit was safe, but he still asked, "Nothing abnormal, right?"

"Something happened, and it's a major event." The female receptionist walked over, "Come and see here."

"What's wrong?" White Glove walked over, "Navigation device?"

"Yes, this ship is very advanced. It is designed for automatic navigation, and it can correct the course in time through satellite positioning. But we used to get control of the ship from Aladdin. We should use manual driving, of course, with the navigation system Yes. The navigation is set to a small port on the coast of Kenya, which is correct from the route displayed on the computer.

But now..." The female receptionist did not continue.

White Glove has keenly sensed that something is wrong, and he said sharply, "What's the matter?"

"Look over there." The female receptionist pointed to the distance, "We did not go to Kenya, but to Somalia. This is the port of Mogadishu."

"This..." The white gloves stepped over to the window and looked at the huge harbor in the distance, with a look of shock. "What the **** is going on? Who is in charge of driving! Bring the captain here."

"The captain and a few stubborn crew members are still locked up, and the chief mate on board is responsible for commanding and driving. I checked and there is no problem with his driving record, no deviation from the course, and no problem with the satellite. The problem is On the navigation device, someone modified the code so that the navigation data was incorrectly marked. In other words, someone changed our destination to the coordinates of Mogadishu. We have always been driving towards Mogadishu. "The female receptionist said coldly.

"How could this happen! Damn it, I was fooled by the old guy again!" White Glove suddenly woke up.

Black Pearl pulled out the pistol against the head of the first officer, and said sharply, "Did you make a ghost?!"

"No, really not, I am driving strictly according to the parameters you provided. Please, please..." The chief mate's face was earthy.

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch him." The female receptionist sneered. "The captain is Aladdin's best friend and will never cooperate with you. If you kill the first mate again, who will be responsible? Could it be that the second Vice Admiral? Do you want to kill all these crew members and you can drive by yourself?"

"I think you're making a fool of this thing!" Black Pearl turned around and pointed a gun at the female receptionist, sternly, "I thought you were unreliable a long time ago."

"I'm not reliable? If it weren't for my discovery, we would have entered Hong Kong now." The female receptionist sneered, "And this is obviously because someone changed the navigation system. And it's without us even noticing it. This It needs pretty good technology, I don’t have this technology."

Black Pearl frowned, "Do you think I will believe you?"

"Don't fight, this is the remote login through the satellite network, through the modification of the protocol, it should have nothing to do with this lady." A man with a beard and glasses raised his head from the computer. This person is a member of the secret agency hacker group, and no one can refute his professional opinions.

Black Pearl put down the gun angrily, but still remained angry and kicked on a chair nearby. "No, we are determined to enter Hong Kong! We must not be fooled by this old guy."

"This is planned. If we don't enter the port, how can we tell the customers on our ship? They will doubt us, and you know that they are a group of people who cannot offend. Don't look at whether they are on this ship. At first glance, in fact, they took off their masks and robes, all of them are famous people." The female receptionist said coldly, "Aladdin has spotted this and is using this method to force us to submit."

"That's right." The white glove hit the table with a fist. "This old guy knows our weakness."

An armed mercenary from Deyang Company hurried over, "Boss!"

"What's the matter?" White Glove said angrily.

"The people on the third floor, all their people are down. They want to see you!" the mercenary said nervously.

"How many are he?" White Glove said sharply.

"Dozens, there are Aladdin's escorts, and armed mercenaries." The mercenary whispered. "The old man in a wheelchair said he wants to talk to you in person."

"Did you see clearly?" The white glove said solemnly, "Is it really an old man in a wheelchair?"

"Yes." The mercenary nodded. "They are almost on deck."

"Everyone is going with me!" The white glove sternly said, he took the gun from the mercenary and turned and walked outside.

On the ship’s rear deck, it was originally a swimming pool and a relaxing sunbathing platform on this large yacht. The mercenaries on the opposite side and the black-clothed guards crowded an old man. The old man seemed a little haggard, but he was in good spirits. After seeing White Glove White, he even smiled at him.