klisemfg Chapter 1133 It turns out there was a traitor.
Chapter 1133 It turns out there was a traitor.
The captain immediately understood. He had been wondering how these pirates had climbed onto the ship, which was over ten meters high, and now he realized there was a traitor among them. He raised his face and cursed loudly.
"You Siberian bastard, you dare betray your country? How dare you! Oh, I see, money? They bribed you with money? You bastard, can you tell me how much you sold us for?"
The first mate, still somewhat intimidated by the captain, reached into the old woman's arms, trying to grasp something to calm his wildly beating heart.
The old woman didn't dare to cry out in pain; she could only grit her teeth and endure it. Although she was a prostitute, she wasn't stupid. She knew that the people in front of her were pirates, and if she wanted to live, the only way to have a chance of survival was to get close to the first mate.
The first mate gripped the pair of large white rabbits tightly in his hands, the rabbits constantly changing shape in his hands. His heart finally calmed down, and he grinned at the captain.
"With $30 and a passport, I can change my identity and go to the West Coast to enjoy the sun, sand, wine, and beautiful women, while you will live in hell forever."
The captain started cursing.
"You son of a bitch, you sold me and the ship for only $30. You made a terrible mistake, Bechevsky. You're dreaming. You think you can live a good life by betraying us?"
You're dreaming. It seems you have no idea how powerful the KGB is. Weren't those war criminals during World War II far more capable than you? They hid in every corner of the world, nobody knew who they were, and just when they thought they could finally live a good life—just like you now—the KGB would come knocking, drag them out, and hang them.
"You little bastard, you could easily make $30 by working on ocean freighters, but you chose the wrong path. Just you wait, you'll be hanging on the West Coast in less than three months."
The mere mention of the KGB caused not only the first mate's face to change drastically, but everyone present who understood Russian culture was nearly scared to death. When it comes to the world's most terrifying intelligence organization...
The first is Mossad, the second is the KGB, and the third is the CIA of the United States. No one in the world dares to ignore these three organizations.
The old captain glanced at the remaining crew members, his expression darkening. These were his old brothers who had followed him for over a decade; he knew their temperaments and character all too well.
Only two-thirds of the people are here now; the others must have already been killed. His gaze gradually turned fierce as he looked at the Asian faces before him.
"Don't think you can threaten us just because you have guns. We are from St. Petersburg, and the courage of the Cossacks runs in our blood. Today, you either kill us all, or if even one of us manages to escape..."
Don't worry, none of you here, including your superiors and their superiors, will survive. You will be hanged at your office door, your home door, or any place with the most people.
The KGB will tell you that angering us Cossacks will be the biggest mistake of your life.
The first mate's face turned pale, then flushed. He truly regretted his actions; he believed the old captain's words that the KGB would hang him at his doorstep and let everyone gather around to watch.
But the agents remained unmoved. They wouldn't accept any intimidation or threats, because they were a group of suicide squads. Their superiors had instructed them that if surrounded by the new nation's navy, their task was to kill all the crew and then set the entire cargo ship on fire.
They can build up as much international influence as possible. For people like them, living is about completing a mission, and death might be a relief.
Seeing that the Asians' expressions didn't change at all, the old captain knew that his psychological tactics had failed. He shook his head in frustration and sighed. It was all his fault for being so old and still so healthy. If he hadn't spent the whole day messing around with the old ladies, how could this brat have gotten the chance?
Seeing the old captain dejected and silent, the first mate squatted down triumphantly in front of the chief engineer.
“Petrovsky Kimil Ivan, we’re good friends, you should understand me, right? Don’t forget, last time in Siam, I gave you that pretty girl, you should repay me for that favor.”
The chief engineer looked at him with disdain and spat a mouthful of phlegm into his mouth, nearly choking the first mate to death.
"Betsevsky, you worthless piece of shit who doesn't even have a surname, the old captain took pity on you and took you in. For more than 10 years, he has treated you like a son. Now you are the first mate, what more could you want?"
The old captain was right. Siberian bastards have betrayal in their bones; no one can raise such bastards.
The first mate finally managed to spit out the thick phlegm in his mouth, which made him feel nauseous. The old woman next to him grimaced, because that bastard chief engineer had also spat into her mouth.
The first mate was furious. He snatched the gun from the man in black next to him and fired six shots at the chief engineer. The chief engineer, with smoke rising from his body and his eyes wide open in despair, fell straight onto the deck.
The first mate brandished his gun and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"What's wrong? Am I wrong? This damn ship, I've been stuck here for over a decade, making no money, my wife ran off with someone else, and every minute I'm here is torture. So, I have to live, I have to live better..."
He pointed to the engine room operator.
“Now that Ivan, that beast, is dead, I appoint you as chief engineer. Now stand up and set sail. Our destination is Keelung Port, immediately.”
The engineer curled his lip and said dismissively.
"Give me a break, you son of a bitch. You don't think you're still the first mate, do you? You expect me to take your orders? Bullshit."
The first mate shot and killed the engine room engineer, then pointed his gun at the boatswain.
"You go! You go and start the boat!"
The boatswain stretched and said lazily.
"Shoot, you bastard."
The first mate was furious. He hadn't expected his former colleagues to be so stubborn. At that moment, he felt a sense of defeat.
Da Bao hid behind the hatch, watching the farce unfold before him with his mind. At that moment, he felt great admiration for the Russian's fearless behavior.
After much fuss, it was almost dawn. In the end, only two sailors were able to help the first mate set sail. The first mate, beaming with pride, led the sailors and the older women to the wheelhouse.
Once in the wheelhouse, while instructing the sailors to start the boat, he couldn't resist pressing the old woman down between his legs. He was burning with desire, his anger was too great, and he needed to vent...