Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

The communication methods of this era were not very advanced, and Sam Dudley had no way to directly contact the Marines on the two transport boats.

I want to remind the soldiers on the traffic boat that the opponent is aiming their guns now, but it is too late.

Therefore, after the aircraft climbed to a safe altitude, it directly lowered the nose of the aircraft and fired a warning shot at the water next to the fishing boat.

The gunmen on the fishing boats obviously also know that the large-caliber machine guns on the plane are not easy to mess with.

The moment the gunfire rang out, they all lowered their bodies and hid on the deck.

When they heard the gunshots stop and discovered that the fishing boat had not been hit, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The behavior of the reconnaissance plane naturally attracted the attention of the soldiers on the two traffic boats.

This is a warning to the people on the fishing boat. Why should we warn?

Then something abnormal must have been discovered!

Therefore, the Marines began to be cautious.

He picked up the weapon in his hand and aimed in the direction of the fishing boat from a distance.

I don’t know what the people on the fishing boat were thinking. Just as they confirmed that they had not been hit, someone picked up their rifle again and fired at Sam Dudley’s plane.

"Bang, bang," two gunshots rang out, and it was impossible to hit the high-speed reconnaissance plane.

But these two gunshots also made the Marines on the transport boat highly nervous.

It seems that there is 100% problem with this fishing boat. It is either smuggling or drug transport. There may be a big problem.

The squad leader in charge of one of the traffic boats was directly facing the machine gunner on the traffic boat

"Damn, these gangsters are so fierce!

Give them a shot and a warning shot.

If you dare to resist again, I won’t be polite.”

After hearing the squad leader's order, the machine gunner stood on the traffic boat, holding the two heavy machine guns fixed on the traffic boat.

He responded with a split-mouthed smile

"Understood, sir."

After saying that, he pulled the bolt of the gun and fired a shuttle towards the bow of the fishing boat.

This shot was not aimed at people, but the large-caliber bullet hit the hull of the ship, making a "dinging" metal collision sound.

It still scared everyone on the boat and made them tremble.

Sam Dudley, who had been on alert in the sky, breathed a sigh of relief when he found that everyone on the fishing boat was lying on the deck and seemed to dare not move.

The traffic boats on destroyers are not as large as fishing boats, and their height is not as high as fishing boats.

Therefore, when everyone on the fishing boat lay low, the Marines could not detect the enemy target at all.

Fortunately, there is a reconnaissance plane in the sky to cooperate.

The enemy did not dare to get up and shoot at them, so they were able to safely dock on this fishing boat without any international markings.

"Quick, quick, board the ship, board the ship."

Under the threat of heavy machine guns from the traffic boat, the Marines finally successfully boarded the ship.

The heavily armed Marines aimed their guns at the enemies hiding behind the side of the ship.

"Don't move, put your head in your hands and lie on the ground."

At this time, the enemy already knew that the situation was over and faced the dark muzzle of professional soldiers.

Most people followed the soldiers' orders.

But no matter where you are, there will occasionally be some diehards who would rather die than surrender.

A short and stocky young man, like the others, lay motionless on the ground after the soldiers boarded the ship.

But his hands were hidden under his body and he did not put his hands on his head as required.

This quickly attracted the attention of the Marine squad leader.

After aiming the gun at this guy, he shouted angrily

"Hold your head with your hands, what about you! Put your hands where I can see you."

Following the squad leader's call, other soldiers also noticed this unusual guy.

They all turned their guns and pointed them at this guy to prevent accidents.

But no matter how the squad leader shouted, this guy seemed to be unable to hear and remained motionless.

A soldier was closest to this guy. He stepped directly over an enemy lying on the ground and came to this guy.

He pointed the gun at his head and shouted

"Asshole, take your hands out, quickly, or I will shoot."

Perhaps feeling the cold touch of the muzzle above his head, the short and stocky man lying on the ground slowly turned his head and showed a smile to the soldier.

But this smile is not the kind of smile that makes people feel warm, but a sinister smile that makes people feel chilled.

The soldier's heart tightened when he saw the yellow teeth in his mouth, and he raised his gun to shoot.

But I saw this guy turned over, revealing the two grenades he was holding tightly in his hand.

As he turned over, the grenade's ring popped open.

Just listen to this guy yell,

"Onboard!"

The soldier already knew that this guy had evil intentions as soon as he saw his ferocious smile.

The first time I saw the grenade in his hand,

With a "Peng" sound, the gun in his hand went off.

The guy who was shouting "Half a Time" just now was shot directly through the head.

But the two grenades in this guy's hand had already rolled onto the deck of the fishing boat.

Soon after, the soldier pulled the trigger and shouted "Grenade!"

Then he rolled on the spot and lay on the deck two or three meters away.

The attention of the Marine Corps soldiers around them was also attracted here. They reacted immediately and looked for bunkers nearby to lie down.

Some soldiers simply jumped into the sea.

Immediately afterwards, two loud noises of "boom" and "boom" were heard, and the entire fishing boat shook.

Then there was a clanging sound and the sound of metal shrapnel falling to the ground.

Sam Dudley, who had been hovering above the fishing boat, saw that the Marines had boarded the fishing boat and thought everything was alright.

When I was about to leave, I heard two loud noises below.

I quickly turned my head and looked down, and saw two clouds of black smoke rising from the fishing boat.

Understanding that an accident had occurred below, I quickly lowered my altitude and wanted to get closer to observe the specific situation.

At this time, the fishing boat was already in a mess. Due to the timely response of the Marine Corps soldiers, only two people were scratched by flying shrapnel.

No one else was injured, but the two fishing boat crew members lying next to the stocky young man were in more miserable condition.

The grenade rolled right next to them and exploded. There was almost no way to hide, and they were sent away directly by the grenade.

When this unexpected situation happened, the angry Marine squad leader yelled.

The soldiers were more cautious and rough when arresting the remaining prisoners.

And the enemies don't know whether they were stunned by the grenade explosion, or whether they have resigned themselves to their fate.

He made no resistance and was quickly tied up by the soldiers and pushed aside to squat down.

After dealing with the situation on the deck, the soldiers began to advance to the cabin.

Fortunately, all the enemies have gathered on the deck, and nothing unexpected happened in the cabin.

No enemies were found hiding.

"Squad leader, come here and take a look."

A soldier opened a wooden box in the cabin and found a row of 1 Garand rifles inside.

The monitor stepped forward and took a look, and was also shocked.

"Damn it, no wonder you are so desperate, it turns out they are arms smugglers.

Count the specific number of these guys immediately and we need to report it to the fleet command."

There are more than thirty wooden boxes of this size in the cabin.

There are more wooden boxes of other specifications. You don’t need to count them to know that there are at least more than 300 1 Garand rifles in them.

"Yes, sir!"

Several soldiers stepped forward and opened the wooden boxes one by one to confirm the condition of the goods in the boxes.

Fang Lang, who was on board the Rio de Janeiro, quickly received a detailed situation report.

"Your Excellency General, this is an arms smuggling ship. It carries a total of 1 Garand rifle and 300 rifles.

Eighty Thompson submachine guns,

Ten 1919 Browning medium machine guns.

Fifty boxes of grenades and some ammunition."

The intelligence officer took the report and reported it to Fang Langhui.

"Arms smuggling ship?

Where is this going to be shipped?

Fernando de Noronha?"

Fang Lang looked confused.

De La Torre did not expect that it would be an arms smuggling ship. Brazil does not ban guns, but the arms on this ship were obviously not civilian firearms.

This is all equipment currently in service in the United States.

"Looking at the direction they are heading, it is obviously Fernando de Noronha.

Boss, maybe this time we really have to go to the beautiful island you mentioned."

Fang Lang naturally felt that there was nothing wrong with it,

He turned to the intelligence officer beside him and said

"Since the opponent's arms are intended to be sent to Fernando de Noronha Island,

Then let the reconnaissance plane go to the island to investigate first.

See if you can find anything unusual."

"Yes, sir."

The intelligence officer stood at attention and saluted and was about to leave, but was stopped by Fang.

"Also, let them figure out who these guys are.

Are you a full-time arms dealer?

Surprisingly, the sale of US military equipment has not been authorized by Shata Company!

Don’t wait for the flood to wash away the Dragon King Temple.”

Only then did Fang Lang remember that the only seller of American equipment now is Shata Company.

As the major shareholder of Shata Company, I would be embarrassed if I killed the salesmen of my company later.

The intelligence officer doesn't quite understand what it means that the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple.

But other issues are easy to figure out.

De La Torre vaguely knew something about the existence of Shata Company. After hearing Fang Lang's words,

smiled and said

"Boss, don't worry too much. With the size of Shata Company,

It is impossible to do such a small business.

With the equipment these guys have, they probably won’t even have a chance to become subordinates of Shata Company.”

Fang Lang thinks this should be the case, after all, there is at most one battalion of equipment here.

It is estimated that none of the salespeople from Shata Company are interested in participating.

Fang Lang smiled and shook his head, saying indifferently

"There is no way, the information reported by these guys is incomplete, and we don't know the identity of this group of people now.

We can only confirm how to deal with it after they ask clearly."

As he said that, he continued to raise the telescope in his hand and looked at the island of Fernando de Noronha not far away.

He asked casually

"You said such a beautiful island wouldn't be a waste if it was used to exile prisoners?

I think this can be used as a forward base for our naval aviation.

If you build it well, it will be an unsinkable aircraft carrier."

De La Torre couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. Fernando de Noronha is less than 400 kilometers away from Natal and 550 kilometers away from Recife.

The geographical location is indeed very advantageous. If there is a base on it, it will be equivalent to a military base in the northeastern corner of Brazil, extending more than 400 kilometers into the Atlantic Ocean.

"It's a pity that Fernando de Noronha is only a volcanic island and does not have a suitable deep-water dock.

It cannot berth large ships, otherwise it would be better as a naval base."

While the two were discussing the island.

After receiving the order, Sam Dudley had already steered the plane towards this beautiful island.

Fernando de Noronha is actually an archipelago, consisting of 20 nearby small islands with a total area of ​​26 square kilometers.

Being able to see a string of green islands on the endless sea is simply a visual enjoyment for Sam Dudley.

This is much more interesting than staring at the blue sea all the time.