After making a phone call, it was revealed that the bosses behind Morocco’s largest agricultural product supplier were several large families. At the port, thousands of tons of fruits and vegetables were transported by more than a dozen large and small ships every day.

Throw a locator into the vegetable bag on each ship and forget about it.

As soon as the boat left the Moroccan waters, the umbrella speedboat chased after it. When they saw the speedboat equipped with machine guns, the people on the boat went numb on the spot.

Is this a pirate?

Surrender, must surrender!

However, before they could rush out to express their intention to surrender, an armed helicopter arrived near their heads and began to circle.

etc!

The captain stretched out his hand and stopped the crew who were about to surrender on the deck.

He reached out and touched his chin, saying that it was fine for the pirates to have a speedboat and a machine gun, but could the pirates have an armed helicopter?

This is obviously impossible.

Therefore, these must be official, navy or air force or army, but no matter what the military is, as long as it is official, there is no need to be afraid!

They are officially imported from Morocco, and the procedures are complete, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

In this world, no matter what era, no matter what political system, no matter what culture, it is better to commit crimes in the hands of the state than in the hands of private individuals.

If it is committed in the hands of the state, it can be negotiated, and there are laws and regulations to restrict it. But if it is committed in the hands of private individuals, it will be miserable.

Wanting to understand, the captain, who was frightened just now, rushed to the helicopter pointing at the sky and shouted: "Who are you? Please show me your ID."

Sean:???

He turned to look at Torre, "Do I look like a good person?"

Torre suppressed his laughter and said nothing.

Hovering at a height of 5 meters, he jumped down the rappel. Sean was in the middle. After landing, without any instructions from him, someone immediately pulled out a gun with an expressionless "Bang", and the captain's hat flew directly out, with hair on his hair.

There was a deep ravine in the middle with green smoke rising.

"Ahhhhh..." The captain screamed and held his head. He breathed a long sigh of relief until he confirmed that his head was still intact.

"I now give you a chance to reorganize your language, French!" Sean put his hands in his pockets and said slowly.

"Dear guest, what are your orders?" The French captain saluted respectfully.

"Yesterday, someone attacked several factories and mines in Morocco. I got the news that it was smugglers."

As soon as these words came out, the French captain instantly knew who owned the speedboat and helicopter. The news spread throughout the circle, and he was immediately shocked. "I'm not, I don't have it. It has nothing to do with me. My procedures are all gone."

It’s legal!”

As he said that, he knelt down with a bang, shouted, and waved his hands to ask people to come up with various customs clearance procedures.

As we all know, Umbrella is not a reasonable person.

Sean looked at it and found that the procedures were indeed complete, but the problem was that the vegetables were exported to Italy.

Sean understood this little trick at a glance. After the goods arrived at the French border, they would be robbed. No one was safe, but the goods were robbed, and then nothing happened.

Everything is reasonable and it has nothing to do with them as to where the goods end up.

"Someone attacked my Sean's property, then someone must pay the price. I never look at the process, I only look at the results. I want everyone to know the consequences of doing such a thing." Sean said with a sullen face.

He said word for word: "So, this person can be you, he can be him, or he can be the real murderer."

"I only give you one day. I have to find 20 people to pay the price."

"If you don't want to be a part of this, then I think you know what to do."

After the explanation, Sean took the people onto the helicopter and left without saying much.

A battle formation on the speedboat boarded the cargo ship. The French captain was so angry that his intestines were knotted. Damn it, he told those people to calm down, calm down, but he didn’t listen. Damn it, you killed me.

Got it!

He is the one who delivers goods. It is true that the freight is higher than normal, but it is only a small link. Now that someone has come to visit him, it is really unfair.

But he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only lead these American soldiers through the French naval blockade.

The American soldiers under the umbrella were not afraid of being discovered. If they were stopped by the French navy, then they would have taken over the task of escorting merchant ships. After all, they had been robbed every day for the past two months.

We are a formal security company.

After crossing the blockade and arriving along the French coast, the robber ship arrived.

The French captain looked bitter and hesitantly said: "This is the ship we were robbed yesterday. Well, it was abandoned by the pirates at sea after the robbery. We found it the next day and sailed away again."

Relay race!

Tour de France Shipping Race.

It’s called the Tour de France!

As two merchant ships approached, a group of American soldiers rushed over without even waiting for the 'robbers' to jump over. In the horrified eyes of the group of robbers, gunshots rang out "bang", "bang" and "bang".

Act under a protective umbrella, shoot first, talk later!

This method of communication has been successful so far!

“Who committed the Morocco attack?”

"It's not me!" the robber boss screamed, holding his thigh.

"Then find who did it. Give your people 15 hours. We need 20 murderers to come out and bear the consequences. If we can't do it, we will use you to make up the number." The leading American soldier said coldly, and then lost it.

Several pistols came to the deck, "Let yours be."

The robber boss was completely dumbfounded. It was true that they were local gangsters, but they were only responsible for picking up goods at sea and then transporting them to a private dock. They didn't know anything else.

They really didn't do it, but the problem is that these American soldiers are obviously not ready to find the real culprit.

"Hurry up and find someone else, you're waiting to see me die!" the robber boss hugged his thighs and roared at his men.

The people under the umbrella once again separated out and followed each other, level by level. No one could even think of running away!

Especially this one offering a private dock to the owner.

Private dock?

Dead Man's Wharf!

Sean sent three brigades out to deal with the matter. That night, the 23 people involved in the attack and the private dock provider were brought back across the coastline by three brigades.

No one ran away!

As I said before, these people who participated in making a fortune because of the sudden tension in the fruit and vegetable market are worse than gangsters. They are unorganized and undisciplined, and there is no confidentiality measure at all.

Once someone catches a thread and pulls it gently, everyone will be exposed.

Sean is not going to clean up the bugs for the French government. He doesn't care about bullshit smuggling unless there is an attack on his factory.

Now that it has happened, there is nothing to say.

The French navy did not stop them. During the day, the superiors asked about smuggling through the blockade during this period.

There are rules in official affairs. The purpose of asking the following is not to arrest people, but to warn.

The warning is not to ask them to tighten the blockade and prevent people from passing through. The warning means to clean up and finish the work and not to cause trouble!

Who is the trouble? The revenge of the protective umbrella is the trouble.

People in the Navy also hate it. Damn it, they are crazy about money. They dare to mess with anyone. When they received the news yesterday, they knew they were going to do something bad.

Early the next morning, a small cargo ship set off from the dock. There was no cargo on board, only 28 guys who were tied up firmly.

In addition to this are the 12 Frenchmen who surrendered yesterday.

The ship sailed all the way to the high seas before 28 people were dragged out of the cabin.

Everyone's mouths were blocked with rags, their hands and feet were tied, and they could only squirm like maggots.

A group of American soldiers came out with palm-sized fishhooks in their hands, which were large fishhooks used to catch sharks. The fishhooks were tied with wire ropes.

Under the watchful eyes of 12 French people, the big fishhook was aimed at the man's calf and pierced.

The 12 French people who saw this action quickly closed their eyes and listened to the suppressed screams. Sweat continued to form on their faces and bodies.

Especially the one who was shot in the leg. He was shaking so hard that his crutches fell out of his hands and he fell to the deck with a thud.

After hanging the man with a big fishhook, he didn't waste any time, lifted it and threw it directly into the sea. The sound of "plop" and "plop" falling into the water made the 12 people shake a little at every sound.

"I advise you to take a good look. It will be good for you. It will strengthen your outlook on life, values, and world view, and keep you in awe at all times." Torre walked to the 12 people from nowhere.

Next to him, he leaned over to help the fallen person up, "The boss said that only those with a sense of awe can live longer and live happily. I think what the boss said is right."

"What do you think?"

"Yes, yes, the boss is right."

"Yes, yes, the boss is wise." The 12 people were talking nonsense.

They knew that this scene was specially performed for them. They didn't know if all of Sean's subordinates had seen it and how they felt after seeing it.

Anyway, they were frightened.
To be continued...