I have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World - Chapter 813

Chapter 813: Rescue Mission (2)

“Where are you now?”

“We are in international waters, around 100 nautical miles from Madagascar. We’ll arrive in six hours by the latest! You can rest assured, we got rid of the Saudi Navy and the locators on the desalination platform have also been turned off. Nobody can find us now!” Zaid chuckled while trying to flatter the person on the line.

“That may not be the case,” the person at the other end of the phone smiled, and said in a hoarse voice. “You should be careful. You know, if this deal fails, it’s not as simple as a failed deal.”

Zaid held his breath. He quietly swallowed and whispered.

“I know.”

“As long as you know.”

The phone was hung up.

Zaid spat on the ground and bolted the gun after the stuffed the phone back in his pocket, scaring the hostages in the cabin.

“Motherfu*kers, pay attention now, where is Bageri, that bastard!”

Looking at the leader’s explosive temperament, the four gunmen standing next to the hostages looked at each other and exchanged conversations in their African dialect.

“What happened to the boss?”

“I don’t know, maybe he didn’t alleviate himself for too long.”

“Shhhh, if the boss heard that, he would rip your head off.”

“What are you chatting about?” Zaid heard some whispers and shouted. His fierce eyes stared at his subordinates and they quickly closed their mouth while shaking their head.

“No, nothing!”

Zaid cursed at them a few times before he anxiously glanced at the clock on the wall.

He felt very flustered at the moment, as if something bad was about the happen.

He shook his head and drove the strange feeling out of his head. At that moment, he heard a rush of static noise. The air in the cabin was oddly still because of the special force field. All sound disappeared, as if they were erased.

Silencing device. Only ten credits in the Sixth Street Weapon Store!

[What sound?]

However, Zaid had no time to think about this carefully, the ceiling exploded and the smoke filled the entire cabin instantly. He hadn’t responded to what was going on before a heavy blow to the back of his head severed off his five senses.

Almost at the same time, the door of the cabin was kicked open, a drone and a gun, led by orange-red sparks gunned in.

Tatatatata!

Jiang Chen clasped the trigger fiercely and the muzzle swept over the standing pirates.

The bullets bounced in the cabin and everything ended quickly.

The whole set of actions took place within one second. With the speed of Jiang Chen and Ayesha, the pirates with physical traits slightly better than ordinary people had no fighting chance.

“Ayesha, go and open the window.”

“Okay!”

Ayesha ended the optical illusion and retrieved the rifle behind her. She then opened the window.

The sea breeze poured in and soon the smoke in the room dispersed.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, several hostages with weak mental states had begun to vomit. Fortunately, the pirates did not give them breakfast and lunch, and nothing could come out even if they wanted it to.

Looking at the two people in the cabin, the captain in the hostages worked up the courage and asked.

“Are you from Celestial Trade?”

Jiang Chen examined him, grinned, and removed the mask on his face.

“You’re not wrong, but you should call me President.”

The cabin was silent.

Everyone, including the captain, opened their mouths and their eyes popped out.

[President? Jiang Chen? Wait… Why did Jiang Chen come to save us?]

This feeling was like the Americans seeing the US soldiers they prayed to the stars and moon for after they had been captured by the Talibans; to finally having the Special Forces captain who led the rescue team pull off his mask and reveal himself as Obama.

It was so unexpected… No, it was so incredible!

Because what they learned was so shocking, the hostages forgot to celebrate through the tragedy.

Jiang Chen ignored the hostages in complete bewilderment, glanced at the wounds on them and found that there were no serious injuries and ordered the captain.

“Can you still move?”

“I can!” The bearded captain quickly nodded.

“Bring your first officer to the control room, keep the current course, and continue to move toward Madagascar.”

“What, what?” The captain thought he misheard.

“Continue to move in the direction of Madagascar. Do I still need to repeat myself?” Jiang Chen repeated patiently.

“Yes, but… okay.” The captain nodded in a compromise.

Although he did not know Jiang Chen’s reasons for doing so, he chose to trust his own president.

“Remember not to turn on the GPS and continue to remain in the lost communication state… Get the High-Tech Freshwater employees that can still move to turn on the locators on the offshore platform. Also, do you guys know where the four Celestial Trade soldiers are held?” Jiang Chen looked around at the hostages in the corner and found no one resembled a soldier.

When he heard Jiang Chen’s question, a crew member said in a quiet voice.

“They…”

“They?”

“They have been executed…”

The temperature in the cabin suddenly dropped.

Ayesha, who was tying Zaid, raised her head and looked at Jiang Chen’s back.

She could obviously feel that his mood was terrible.

With a gloomy expression, Jiang Chen took a deep breath, turned and walked out the door.

“Take Zaid and follow me to the warehouse under the deck.”

“Yes.” Ayesha nodded and followed, carrying Zaid who was tied up like a Zongzi.

The people who stayed in the cabin looked at each other and did not know what to do at this time.

The captain stood up and told the injured and women to return to their room first to rest. The rest of them went to clean up the blood on the vessel. The first officer and second officer followed him to the captain’s room.

While descending down the stairs, Jiang Chen pressed on his microphone and got in touch with the command center on New Moon Island.

“The coordinates have been sent, Ivan, how is your preparation?”

“The Sea Lions Special Forces have set off with the frigate… Boss, don’t do this next time, it’s too unthoughtful!” Ivan said with a wry smile.

To put it bluntly, Ivan would rather the entire ship be slaughtered by pirates than agreeing to Jiang Chen taking just a special agent to conduct a rescue mission. It was just one ship, but even if there were ten more ships, they would not be as important as Jiang Chen. If it were not for the fact that Jiang Chen had already taken off, he would not agree with his plan.

“This is a special circumstance,” Jiang Chen replied. “In addition, tell the Sea Lions to move fast. The war is not over yet.”