Time, January 3, 1986.

Location, Barbados.

The climate in Central America is the same year round. As a tropical marine climate zone, the Caribbean Sea is not really cold at all. Barbados, the small country, is the easternmost end of the Little Antilles Islands in the Eastern Caribbean Sea, is only more than a hundred miles south from Venezuela, South America, and is even more within walking distance of Haiti and Cuba in the west. It is also full of seashores everywhere.

On cool nights, this word is not practical in Barbados, but it is more appropriate. Compared to the extra hot flashes during the day, the port area at night is indeed cool enough, at least it can no longer be used to put on a pair of coarse cloth shorts.

Let me ask, how many harbors can there be for an island with a total area of ​​only 400 square kilometers?

You should know that it is the same as the two areas of Chaoyang and Haidian in Beijing, which are equal, or are they not added together.

But one hundred kilometers is not short after all, at least for Alice's plan.

In a harbor somewhere in the night, calm waves kept surging, and gusts of sea breeze blew gently on the shore, and sea birds kept chirping in the sky.

The two Hummers slowly drove to the dock, and stopped with a squeak. Several men and two girls quickly got out of the car. It was Dutch, Mr. Akaman, Alice and Maiya, and then James who was purely accustomed to the soy sauce.

In front of them, a huge shadow occupied a large piece of space, and a military ship was docking here quietly.

"O my God"

Flip flops, beach flower pants and colorful shirts, Daqi took off the sunglasses on his face in amazement, and like a slutty wolf, he grew up with a mouth full of saliva when he saw the charming snow-white lamb.

"Missile boat! It's actually a missile boat! Damn Alice, didn't you say torpedo boats? Where did you get the missile boat!"

If it weren't for years of military career that I had trained well, Daqi would have wished he could have shouted!

The specific details of the ship in front of me are not clear, but Duqi has already seen the obvious missile launcher at a glance. The combination of one left and one right can be equipped with a maximum of eight missiles. If you buy high-end ship-to-ship missiles, you can easily knock down a huge warship of nearly 10,000 tons with just this small ship!

"Haha, Dutch, I knew you would say that."

The driver was Mr. Akaman, who pointed slowly at the dock. Under the moonlight, the ship's huge body had clear edges and corners, full of the man's true steel temperament!

"You take a closer look at the tonnage of this ship. Is this the size of a missile boat?"

This is how Daqi calmed down slightly, and after coming to his senses, he did find an abnormality.

Indeed, the tonnage of this missile boat is too large.

In fact, missile boats are equivalent to torpedo boats, just like missile destroyers and traditional giant artillery battleships. They are typical of small size. Generally speaking, even large missile boats have a maximum displacement of 600 tons, and a small displacement of only more than fifty meters is only a few dozen tons, a length of only twenty or thirty meters, and a height of more than two meters. It can be said that they are extremely Xiuzhen.

But the torpedo boat is different. Just like this, the ship that Daqi immediately identified, its displacement has reached a level of 1,000 tons!

"Wait, wait, what's going on?"

With the flashlight that Maiya opened, after seeing the ship's appearance completely, Dutch was completely confused: "This is obviously a torpedo boat, and it is the largest type, and even a torpedo tube. But why did a missile launcher pop up again?"

"Haha, Duqi seems to have dropped his IQ"

Alice giggled, took out a paper fan from her pocket and shook it, looking very sarcastic: "This is the personal property of a friend of Uncle Akaman. He is a master of transformation. You are right. He combines a torpedo boat and a missile boat."

Dutch smacked his lips and the ship had already prepared the gangway. He climbed up in just a few seconds and immediately checked the details of this big guy in detail.

The missile launcher was installed on a torpedo boat, and a complete launch system was also pressed in the cockpit. Although it was not an exaggerated thing like phased array radar, for individual smugglers, this was an extremely exaggerated equipment!

"It's not affordable for millions."

Dutch never stopped the sound of tsk in his mouth, and kept observing everywhere on the ship, inside and out. A torpedo boat with a displacement of 1,000 tons is not a little guy, because it also means a cargo capacity of hundreds of tons. For individual smuggling, what better guy than this?

"Its battery life is 1,000 nautical miles, but just fill the warehouse with oil and stop and back all the way, which is enough for you to slowly drive from Central America to Thailand."

With the bright light bulb in the cargo hold, Mr. Akaman unfolded the map for Dutch: "Look, we are now in Barbados. It is not too far from Cape Verde, West Africa, although it is already a trans-ocean voyage. With the reserves of this boat, it is enough to support you to drive there."

Dutch touched his chin and nodded, "Then he went north along the African continent, from Gibraltar to the Mediterranean Sea, and after passing through the Suez Canal, he could follow the Maritime Silk Road to Thailand!"

Alice whistled loudly: "If we encounter something worth luck on the road, maybe we can still make extra money!"

But then, Dutch figured out something wrong.

"Slowly, Akaman, can't you find me a boat directly in Southeast Asia? Although this torpedo boat is really great, this is a good guy. I drove my torpedo boat across most of the earth!??"

The last shout was shocking. Dutch roared and punched the bulkhead hard, causing James on one side to hop the corners of his eyes to hop.

"Most of the earth, man! This is not a battleship cruiser, this is a torpedo boat full of 1,000 tons! Do you think the range designed by the ship dealer is just because of the limited fuel tank? For such a small ship, I am the only one, you are forcing me to be Robinson!?"

Everyone laughed, Akaman quickly comforted Dutch and smiled repeatedly, "That's why you were asked to take the coastal route. If Alice really bought you a big ship, it would be so complicated. Wouldn't it be enough to just cross the Pacific Ocean?"

Then Dudge snorted, walked up and patted James on the shoulder: "Man, this is not a little guy. You really gave me this million-dollar baby?"

"I've called her big baby, isn't it yours?"

Alice followed with a smile: "Is it my dad?"

James shrugged simply: "Compared to your early investment in Oscars, what are these millions? Anyway, the invasion of brain cells will be completed, and then it will definitely be tens of millions of dollars to be earned?"

Dutch blinked.

"Slow down? What's invading brain cells? Isn't that a new movie that DreamWorks has been promoting for two months?"

He was confused at first, and then suddenly realized: "Ah, by the way, King Alice! You are the director of the ghost record that everyone has been circulating, right?"

"Ah! So, you wrote Jurassic Park and the Blood Fairy Tale too!?"

The topic changed too fast like a tornado. A second ago, everyone was still discussing the smuggling route mysteriously, but the next second he actually ran to such a place. Not to mention Maiya and James, Alice blinked her eyes and didn't react for a while.

"Oh, um, uh, yes, yes, right, right, right, I'm the one you're talking about."

This time, Daqi blew a long whistle, and the only slightest anger on his face disappeared, replaced by a full look of amazement: "God, I have become an employee of a genius girl. I am both a director and an author, and now I still want to smuggle. I said to Alice, don't you think your career span is too large?"

"Daqi"

Alice smiled and patted Ducky on the shoulder: "What is the most important thing in the 21st century, do you know?"

Everyone shook their heads together. The only difference was that James was smiling, Maiya was picking the corners of his mouth, while Mr. Akaman and Ducky looked like he was asking for advice.

“Talent is the most important thing in the 21st century!”

The girl slapped Dutch on the shoulder with a thud and laughed: "High IQ crimes will become the mainstream of the world. The more successful a person is, the stronger he will be when he commits his crime!"

Akaman nodded and said, "Yes, just like our founding fathers of the United States, if Washington's uprising failed, or if he had been looking at it from the British perspective, he would have been just a traitor. He could do it."

"Hey, man, this example is not very appropriate."

James smiled and stopped Akaman's mouth: "It should be said that, like"

"Stop, stop, don't think I'm Greek and like to listen to historical stories. You should keep your little things torture students. I don't want to listen to them!"

"I haven't even said it yet, wait until I finish speaking."

"Don't listen or not! Don't think I don't know your coaching style. Wuya has a cousin here."

"Oh by the way! Wuya, you are going to be in the 12th grade in September this year. Do you want to come to school? Uncle suggests you choose the history department, although it is not my American cowboy major."

"King James! What do you mean!? Let my daughter learn that kind of thing that is unknown?"

"What do I mean? I don't mean? What can I mean? What do you mean? Is cowboy history uninteresting? Cowboy history very interesting! Do you mean that cowboy history is uninteresting? Do you mean that cowboy history is uninteresting? Do you mean that? What do you mean like this? Do you think it's"

Dutch looked at the two quarrels with a cute look on his face.

Alice sighed slowly.

Wuya also sighed slowly.

The two girls looked at each other, both of whom were helpless.

Why are adults a little bit 2 these days? To be continued.

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Chapter completed!