Chapter 341: Cannon Pointed at Silver Island "Boss, how do we deal with these people?" After returning to Jehovah Island, the cargo ship was detained in the port area near the southern bay, and dozens of people on the ship, including the driver, were also escorted to the island. Bai Lang looked at so many people and felt worried for the chief leader. He thought it was a bit difficult to deal with. "With so many people, how much food do they need to eat in a day?" After thinking about it, Zhang Ailun also said: "Send someone to send them to the port on the west coast tomorrow and contact the customs. Tell them that they are a group of smugglers and let them be responsible for detaining them or sending them back to their country." "The customs people may not care, right? After all, the ship was detained here this time and did not pass through any port on the coastline." White Wolf said. "Then let Gwen rent a passenger plane and send the people back to Venezuela. The smugglers from the Fire of Aragua will stay here to carry bricks and receive the same treatment as those before. They will be allowed to leave when all the construction on the island is completed." Zhang Ailun waved his hand, not wanting to bother with such a small matter. "I understand." White Wolf nodded and immediately turned around to do his work. The security team and the Beggars' Sect disciples also arranged all the people into the concentration camp in batches one by one. The fruits on the cargo ship were stored in the warehouse to replenish the supplies on the island, directly filling up the warehouse. This is great. You don’t have to buy anything you need. Others will deliver the goods to your door. The smuggled goods are all good things, including protected animals.
Fruits can be refrigerated and stored at low temperatures for consumption, tea leaves can be used to make tea to replenish the body's trace elements, and fish oil can be used for skin care, hair care, and foot soaking. Protect animals, keep them alive for fun. They are originally frozen products for export, so you can cook and eat them directly. Zhang Ailun picked out a bag of good quality tea from the cargo and made a cup of hot tea to refresh himself. After resting for a while, he called the captain again and asked him to prepare the supplies and take the men out to sea to Silver Island. "Boss, we are setting sail so late? And the distance is so far? This is no longer within the waters of our Jehovah Island." The captain was a little surprised and didn't quite understand the order. "I have an island in the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea, but it's a bit far from Jehovah Island. Right now, we don't have any people stationed there. It's full of FARC guerrillas. I need a battleship to carry out the mission there and take back the island that belongs to me. You set off now and take turns to rest. You should be able to arrive before noon tomorrow." Zhang Ailun said. Spike had no objection to this and immediately accepted the order, "I'll go get someone to prepare the supplies now." Zhang Allen called Boktu again and asked him to drive the Black Hawk helicopter onto the battleship and pack it up and take it over. When everything was ready, the littoral combat ship filled up with fuel and left the port. It was already around 2 . Zhang Ailun also felt a little sleepy, so he simply took a car back to his luxury villa to sleep. The next day. Zhang Ailun woke up from his sleep, stretched, and felt refreshed. He took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was already noon. I got up, took a shower in the bathroom, put on my clothes, went downstairs, called Gwen, and asked her to prepare breakfast. While waiting for breakfast to be delivered, I also checked today's daily information on my phone. [Daily Intelligence: The Colombian government issued a statement on the transfer of Silver Island. The media praised the event. The guerrillas found it unacceptable. They mobilized 150 guerrilla armed members in advance, prepared various weapons and equipment, and about 126 professional gunmen and other command technicians to fight for the sovereignty of Silver Island! If you defeat them and choose to forgive them, you will obtain the sovereignty of Silver Island and more than one hundred active laborers. ] Zhang Ailun groaned. He knew that these guerrillas would not cooperate with the official actions. They must think that they were backstabbed by the official. I immediately searched for official news from Colombia, and sure enough, I saw the relevant statement in an inconspicuous place, and there were also many topics for discussion on the forum. Among them, there are also many unruly people who have nothing to do and are accusing the government of inaction, saying that they are selling national resources and land at low prices. But soon after, the official navy came out to support the official, clearly listing the disadvantages of Silver Island. Colombian people: Land is an integral part of the country, how can it be sold so easily? The Silver Islands are small and far away, so why don't you value them? Then why don't you sell San Andres Island? You can make more money by selling it to Guatemala. Colombian official navy: According to experts' assessment, Silver Island will be submerged by the sea in the next few decades and return to the state of reefs. Silver Island is currently controlled by guerrillas. The state does not generate any income from it, and it has to spend billions of pesos every year to maintain it. This sale to businessmen is just a lease, and the sovereignty is still the state. It also earned 887 billion pesos. The state's choice is correct! We must trust the state's decision.
One US dollar is equivalent to more than 400 Colombian pesos. 20 million US dollars is more than 80 billion, this exchange rate is simply terrible. Guerrilla: This is a stupid decision! This is why we have to rebel against the government, because they are all pig-brains, insects who are just sitting there doing nothing! They sell off state assets and fill their own pockets like crazy, and the officials are all dogs who lick the asses of the American government and businessmen! Alpaca!! Colombian official: We sold our worthless island to American businessmen and received $2000 million in foreign exchange. This money will be used for charitable donations, and we will implement poverty alleviation policies in a focused, clear, serious and down-to-earth manner. Colombian official troll army translation: We defrauded American businessmen of 2000 million! We won! People: Great! ! Guerrilla: NMLGBD. Zhang Ailun just wanted to laugh when he saw it. Go ahead and lick the Americans. If you don’t lick the Americans, how will the leader make money? [Daily Intelligence: Colombian mining tycoon Andre is selling a complete set of industrial mining equipment, including drilling machines, rock drills, mining electric shovels, pneumatic picks, water pumps, crushers, excavators, heavy trucks, belt conveyors and professional maintenance personnel. He was threatened by the FARC guerrillas on Silver Island and wanted to rent drilling equipment for free to mine silver coins. Andre sought help from the government and donated 50 billion pesos to charity, and escaped. At present, Andre is hiding with his family in a private villa on San Andres Island in Colombia to avoid the guerrillas. If you help him solve the threat of the FARC guerrillas, you may be able to buy his mining equipment at a low price. ] [Daily Intelligence: The geologist Messigray, who you met once before, brought a professional team to Silver Island again, trying to find traces of the silver coin treasure, but was kidnapped by the intolerable Gowu guerrillas. If you successfully rescue them, you may be able to recruit them to provide you with a more scientific mining plan, saving at least tens of millions of dollars in mining expenses.] Zhang Ailun thought for a moment, save people? Just a matter of convenience. [Daily Intelligence: You robbed the smuggling ships of the Gulf Group and the Fire of Aragua, causing them heavy losses. Inspector Leilo of the Drug Enforcement Administration privately handled the cargo and will give you half of the bonus and dividends later, and will investigate the troubles of the Gulf Group. The Gulf Group chose to swallow its anger, but the Venezuelan organization Fire of Aragua decided to retaliate against your gun shop in Austin, Texas and Jimmy's car rental. The Acr organization privately provided them with relevant information about Jehovah Island and Flying Eagle Gun Shop.] Acr organization? Why are they so annoying like flies? They are everywhere? Zhang Ailun was a little unhappy and decided to wipe them out once the issue on Silver Island was resolved! [Daily Intelligence: The canned food and military supplies ordered by the Central African royal family are expected to arrive by air in the afternoon, and your remaining balance of $210 million will be paid.] [Daily Intelligence: The videotapes and discs you gave to your good friend Tommy to sell are expected to be sold out today. The other party used his connections and live broadcasts on the streets and the Internet to bundle Rip's erotic and violent rap music with the videotapes for sale. The Dongwu sisters sold the goods through live broadcasts and have made a profit of 640 million US dollars so far.] When the chief saw this information, he recalled that he had indeed asked Tommy to deal with the videotape and almost forgot about it. I didn't expect them to be so business-savvy. Just some old discs, but they can be sold at such a high price as a bundle. It shows that the consumption power of internet celebrities is so terrifying. Zhang Ailan put away his phone, and Gwen prepared breakfast and brought it over, placing it on the table. The leader invited her to sit down and eat together. But while eating, Gwen accidentally dropped her knife and fork on the ground and crawled under the table. "Hiss..." The chief leader took a breath and looked down at Gwen, who had turned into a greedy cat. "Why are you hiding down there instead of eating your meal?" "Dear boss, am I not eating a hot dog?" Gwen blinked her big innocent eyes. “…” Zhang Ailun was speechless. Bread with sausage. Who invented this? He immediately stood up and closed the door to prevent anyone else from coming in. An hour later, the chief finally finished the sumptuous breakfast. After cleaning up the battlefield, Zhang Ailun drank a cup of morning tea, sat on the sofa to rest for a while, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Captain Spike, asking about their current geographical location. Spike: We are currently in the Caribbean, not too far from where Silver Island is. Zhang Ailun: OK. I'll take someone there right away. He put away his phone, put on his coat, went out, called the security guard outside the door, and took a car to the airport. By the way, Bailey and Boktu were also called over. Soon the two of them took a car to the airport, and Zhang Ailun also gave them a notice after getting off the car. "Bailey, fill up the Warthog's auxiliary fuel tank first, then fly the A10 Warthog to Silver Island. Boktu, pull out my Cirrus SF50, and we'll take that plane over there."
The two men readily agreed, and Bailey went to work with the security team to unload the Warthog's auxiliary fuel tank and take it away to refuel. Bocktu pulled out the Cirrus SF50, and Zhang Ailun boarded the plane. They waited for the other party to debug the electronic equipment before they took off and headed for Silver Island. A few hours passed in a flash. We landed at an airport in Mexico to refuel, and then took off again to Silver Island. During this time, Zhang Ailun also received a message from the battleship, informing him that the warship had arrived near the waters of Silver Island, but the island had been closed and many armed members were ready for battle. Spike also sent a few pictures. Zhang Ailun clicked on it and saw the outline of the island and the fully armed guerrillas in the distance on the picture. The two are separated by a vast sea, about 20 kilometers apart. There is no way the guerrillas can hit the battleship. On the contrary, any weapon of the littoral combat ship can hit a location on the island and can come and go freely at an extremely fast speed. It is equivalent to kicking the door in the face! Even from such a distance, the chief seemed to have seen the confused looks and despair on the guerrillas' faces. When they were at war with the Colombian government, they had never seen a gunboat like the littoral combat ship. Even when they were fighting and bleeding, they had never made such a big noise. Now, just to protect their own island, they saw it in the hands of an ordinary businessman. They probably even want to curse! This is still a shame. "Boss, we're already near the Silver Island. There seem to be more than a hundred people below, and we can't land at all." The chief was still thinking when Boktu reminded him. I looked out the window and observed the situation outside. There was a familiar littoral combat ship below, confronting a group of people on the coastline of Silver Island. "Of course you can't land now. You just hover in the sky nearby. Once the battle below is resolved, you can land on our island." Zhang Ailun took out his cell phone and notified the battleship's captain, Spike, to use force to intimidate the guerrillas on the island and persuade them to surrender. On the littoral combat ship, Spike stood on the deck, staring at the situation on Silver Island through a telescope, looking at the more than one hundred fully armed guerrillas and their various weapons and equipment, without changing his expression. After receiving the message from the chief leader, he immediately issued an order to the people on the warship, "The commander has issued the message to attack, prepare to fire at the coastline! Conduct fire deterrence!! " The sergeant immediately began to mobilize the entire army. The muzzles of the littoral combat ships were also fired, pointing at the coastline of Silver Island, and a surrender statement was issued to the other side through the dialogue channel: "Members of the guerrillas, please put down your weapons and surrender immediately, otherwise we will launch a naval gun attack on you!!" The Gewu Guerrillas: “…” "Captain, what should we do? They really want to bomb us!" The confused guerrilla turned around and asked the captain. The guerrilla leader was also terrified. How could he know what to do? He had never fought a battle like this before. He hurried to ask the guerrilla commander-in-chief. Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the command room and opened the door, I saw the commander-in-chief holding an old antique wired telephone from the last century, gesticulating and cursing into the microphone. "Damn it! The enemy has already driven their warships right in front of me! They are only 20 kilometers away from the coastline at most. You tell me he is just an ordinary businessman? Which businessman can have a weapon as powerful as a littoral combat ship? How the hell do you do your intelligence work?" "Fight? How? Tell me how to fight? The longest range of our weapons is only one kilometer. The enemy can launch missiles from 20 kilometers away or even farther and flatten me directly! I don't even dare to take a plane now, and I can't even run away!!" "Fuck you! You're wasting my life for a worthless island! It's not worth it! I joined the guerrillas to fight against the government, so I could have a good life. Now I'm out there fighting with my head on my shoulders, and you're lying in your villa drinking red wine while hugging the models and celebrities you want to fuck, and you're telling me to defend the island with all my might! I'm not going to defend it!" The commander-in-chief cursed his teammates like crazy, and hurled foul language at them, viciously swearing at the guerrilla allies far away in Colombia. The guerrilla captain was dumbfounded. How could they start an internal conflict before the fight even started?
(End of this chapter)