Working as a police officer in Mexico

It was shocking!

Below, numerous fish were frantically trying to escape.

"To the right! To the right! To the right!!"

The observer's hoarse shout came through the communicator.

No matter how skilled the Japanese sailors operating the close-in weapons system were, the machinery had to move slowly. Meanwhile, two more AGM-86 cruise missiles were already hurtling towards them!!

Through the window, the pupils of the sailor in the weapon system's control room constricted as he saw the missile heading straight for him.

Bang!

Boom!!

It blasted him away.

The massive shock wave shattered the bridge's glass, and another AGM-86 cruise missile struck the side of the ship, creating a hole through which water gushed in.

The naval ship that once dominated the seas was now crippled.

Naval ships aren't really that terrifying; they are inherently cumbersome, and coordinating sailors on board is no easy task. Once targeted by aircraft, unless you have tough luck or good fortune like the Yukikaze...

The most crucial factor was that you were too close to the Gulf of Mexico. Fighter jets could easily reach you. If you were in the Pacific or the Atlantic, where there are no towns ahead or behind, you could only rely on an aircraft carrier strike group. Then, it would escalate to a large-scale naval battle, and it wouldn't be certain who would fall.

How could three fighter jets manage to take down a destroyer so easily?

Otsuka Koji's eyebrows furrowed into a "river" shape as he watched the somewhat panicked sailors and barked, "Stay calm!"

"Order the crew to pump out the water and plug the gap..."

He paused, his right eyebrow twitching, "If necessary, let water into the other side to maintain balance!"

After being hit, a ship has only three solutions: one, withdraw from the battle; two, aid from allies; three, surrender!

But once it capsizes, there's nothing that can be done but wait for death.

"Call for help from the nearest US military base!"

"Direct the high-power searchlight at the aircraft!"

The sailors on deck busily directed the searchlight at the aircraft. The sudden brightness clearly disoriented the pilots, who circled in the air.

That was all Otsuka Koji could do.

Hoping to buy time.

A struggle appeared in his eyes…

If necessary, he would resort to that last resort.

Surrender!

He didn't feel any psychological burden about it.

Times had changed, resisting stubbornly only led to death; he didn't want to end like those foolish seniors, shouting for a glorious death.

Achievements belong to the leaders, life is one's own.

...

48 kilometers away on the high seas.

A dozen heads popped up out of the water, looked around at each other, and one made a climbing gesture. Three Coast Guard Boat Assault Team members took out a pair of suction cups from backpacks carried on their backs?

They strapped it on, sucked onto the ship with a thud— a soft sound that meant nothing to the ocean.

The three men began to climb up like spiders!

This was an innovation by a company in Durango, originally designed to keep fishermen safe from the ocean waves. These suction cups could securely stick people to a boat.

A whimsical innovation…

Something even primary school students would find ridiculous…

But the Northern Mexican Army's procurement department thought it was quite good. After buying a few sets and using them for a while, they modified and evolved them into the professional tools now used by the Special Forces.

To prevent difficulty in detachment, there's also a one-touch release. Pulling a button on the left side makes all the suction release instantly.

Bang bang bang!!

Suddenly, the sound of an AK47 rang out above deck.

Right on the deck.

The climbing soldiers stopped in their tracks, holding their breath, pressing their faces tightly against the ship's hull. If discovered by the criminals, they'd have nowhere to hide from a full burst of gunfire.

"Meng Bo! It's you again, you bastard, let me see where you can run today?!"

A member of the "Japan Essence Society," sneered. He knew Meng Bo all too well, a so-called "anti-violence person," also known as an "Equal Rights Movement" supporter, and a "bounty hunter."

Many extremists in Japan had been reported by him!

The Royalists despised him to the core.

Meng Bo and Keiko found themselves trapped on the deck. Meng Bo glanced at the ocean, turned, and swallowed nervously, "Can I surrender now?"

"Meng Bo." Keiko looked at him worriedly.

"Surrender?"

The Little devil paused, exchanging glances with his two comrades on either side.

"You go down there and kill 10 people, and we'll let you join!"

Meng Bo's eyes flickered, and he was about to speak, when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of hands appear on the railing behind the three "Japan Essence Society" members, followed by a head popping out.

"!!!!"

His brain just crashed.

???

Monsters and demons in the ocean?

But on a second glance, weren't those just humans?

Meng Bo's eyes brightened immediately. Under the astonished gaze of Keiko and the Japanese, he pulled open his shirt, pointed at his chest, and declared indignantly, "Shoot here, shoot here! I, Meng Bo, would rather die than associate with you terrorists!"

Keiko: ????

Since when was he so gutsy?

She was about to speak when she belatedly noticed two people climbing aboard from the outside.

"Ah!" she exclaimed in surprise, startling everyone.

"What are you doing, you fool!"

Keiko looked as if she had swallowed shit, shivering...

Meng Bo sensed trouble, and just as he was about to warn her, the three members of the Japan Essence Society sensed something off too. They turned sharply, only to come face to face with the "Water Ghost" that had crept up.

Just as they were about to scream, a hand covered their mouths and noses, and a dagger stabbed fiercely into their chests!

Every strike was lethal!

Every strike was to the heart!

A few stabs, and not even the great Amaterasu could save them.

Keiko, terrified, clutched Meng Bo's hand...

"Don't move, don't panic..."

"Who are they?"

Meng Bo glanced at their attire. "SWWE! Mexican Boat Assault Team!"

"You know that?!"

"There was an interview, I've seen it before. They're called the most elite naval combat squad in the Latin American region, their military achievements unspecified, but it's said they've blown up 11 ports belonging to Mexican drug traffickers, though of course, that's just hearsay, nobody's seen it."

"That impressive!" exclaimed Keiko in surprise.

Meanwhile, after dealing with the members of the Japan Essence Society, one of them lifted an ASM-DT amphibious assault rifle!

Originally it was the Soviet Union's APS underwater rifle, but due to high operational limitations, its lethality on land was just 22 meters????

Frogmen must come ashore, right? So, many in the Soviet Navy Special Forces disliked using the APS underwater rifle, preferring the SPP-1 pistol for underwater combat and carrying an AK-74 rifle for surface combat.

To improve combat effectiveness, the SM-DT amphibious assault rifle was developed in the late 1990s.

Seriously, it would make you cry!

The spirit of the Soviet people was beyond words—right at the brink of collapse at home, yet still relentlessly creating new weapons.

Russian Bear is just Russian Bear, one word: reckless!

Seeing the other party raising their rifle, Meng Bo quickly raised his hands, grinning and saying in fluent Spanish, "Officer, I can show you the way!"

Beside him, Keiko nodded vigorously.

The other two frogmen threw a rope down, and the soldiers soaking below climbed up it,

When John McClane heard the report from his subordinates, he thought about it briefly and instructed them to bring the people over.

"Sir, how many people are inside?"

Meng Bo gestured, "Around ten or more, gathered in the central dance hall, armed with AK47s and hand grenades. Plus, I saw them setting up bombs inside the ship, but I'm not sure where exactly."

"If you're planning to breach, I recommend entering from the central air conditioning area. It's best if you could take out their leader, Futian Xiangtailang, with one shot. The rest will be easy to handle."

"What do you do?" John McClane stared at him intensely, his wording too clear and simple for an ordinary man.

Meng Bo straightened his chest.

"I sell watermelons in Hokkaido now. Next time, officer, let me tell you, my watermelons are guaranteed to be ripe."

This directly silenced John McClane.

But now was not the time to delve into it...

"Follow plan C, the general detests these Japanese, better if you can capture them alive!"

Victor didn't want them to just die!

Have you heard...

Sharks mating?

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