Time, January 5, 1986, the weather is sunny.

The blue sky is endless, and the blue sea waves are not stirring. Although there are no familiar seagulls constantly chirping above, there is still the roar of motors around them that will always accompany you.

The first smuggling ship of the Black Reef Trading Company, the missile-modified torpedo boat "Black Reef", is sailing on its way to Cape Verde. Even at the speed of an ordinary ship, after a day and night of sailing, it is time to reach its destination.

The driver was a black man with no hair, and was 6.5 feet tall. He was wearing a military shorts and a sturdy T-shirt, a military green jacket, and black sunglasses. He was looking very seriously at the distance.

Fire control radar shows that the Coast Guard of the Cape Verde Islands is patrolling nearby. Although their equipment is far less than that of the Black Reef, it is even more impossible to discover the torpedo boat in advance, Dutch cannot take risks.

"In fact, it is better to sneak in at night, but Humph, Cape Verde Islands have too many places to park."

Even ordinary fishing boats must be informed when encountering the Coast Guard, let alone a fantastic missile-built torpedo boat. However, the charm of the so-called smuggling is here. Whether it is a land customs or a maritime checkpoint, what smugglers have to do is to make these official men who live a monotonous life every day and live a fresh and exciting life every day.

He arrived at the target territorial sea boundary a long time ago, but Dutch did not go deeper rashly, but slowly drove along the border line toward his destination. Cape Verde is an archipelago, with many places to dock, but not all places to dock. What Dutch needs is a dock that is not eye-catching and allows him to buy the goods he needs.

The future is long, and the day and night of sailing has consumed a lot of oil barrels in the cabin. He must replenish them at any time to ensure that there is no accident.

To be precise, the Cape Verde Islands are located on the North Atlantic Ocean, 500 kilometers away from the West African country Senegal. It consists of fifteen islands, a country that lacks natural resources. However, due to its small population, it can barely gather up to 500,000, so its politics is very stable and its tourism industry is booming. It has become a comfortable country in Africa, and its quality of life is enough to rank among the forefront of African countries.

So, it is indeed a good place to settle down. Otherwise, if the chairman of the Hei Reef Trading Company, a veteran who specializes in smuggling business, was shot dead by armed or something during a cheering trip on his way to his post, then this joke would be a big deal.

Before we knew it, the Black Reef had already spread many miles around the border of the territorial sea. Dutch's target was to have a narrow and long island with an exceptionally small area.

Time, 11:30 am, location, the border line of the territorial sea in Cape Verde Republic.

According to the radar, the Coast Guard just left here and it would take at least half an hour before their radar detection radius swept across here again.

There can really be too many things happening in half an hour.

"Haha, leave!"

The motor sounded wildly, and the fire-controlled radar was far beyond the other party's perception range, easily grasping the exact location of the surrounding coast guard. The American military industry produced is not something that a mere African archipelago country can withstand!

On the dark green radar screen, the red dots representing the opponent's ships were always flashing on the edge. Even though the Black Reef instantly crossed the territorial sea boundary line and rushed towards the almost visible land, they had no response!

Although he knew that he would definitely not have anything to do, caution was still necessary. After the initial excitement passed, Dutch immediately calmed down. He held the rudder in both hands, his eyes firmly locked in the waters, and at the same time he did not forget to stare at the fire-controlled radar in normal work.

He knew that it was also an island country, and it was not difficult to break through Cape Verde. If one day his boss Alice asked him to smuggle in Japan, it would be a bit of a nervousness.

As a maritime military power, if the United States says it is the second largest in the world, no one dares to say it is the first. But if it is the one second only to the United States, all countries in the world will agree unanimously, and it must be Japan.

It is not a simple task to just rely on ships of unknown origin to transport smuggled goods ashore or abroad under the layers of blockade of the coast guard of that country!

But it is also full of challenges!

Looking at the distance of the sea and sky, traces of land finally appeared. Even Daqi, who had been through strong winds and waves, couldn't help but feel a burst of passion.

"The beginning of a new life, Alice, don't let me down!"

If the Cape Verde Islands are in short supply, then the one that Dutch chose to log in is even more so. Even a decent pier could not be found. After breaking through, Dutch just parked the torpedo boat under a remote cliff. After lowering the anchor, he slowly rowed ashore with the rubber boat and rowed onto a deserted beach.

"Even this kind of island, there will definitely be a dock. After all, Cape Verde only has a few island territory. If you find the dock, you can find oil. I hope the other party can sell it to me."

While thinking, Dutch began to walk along the coast. According to the map, he should not be able to reach the border of a small town in a few hundred yards. However, this is a country with a population of less than 500,000 in the country. Can a stranger like himself easily buy and sell oil with him?

I guess even if I buy it, I will call the police the next second?

It only takes one second to realize this situation, and what Dutch knew more clearly was that he had to face this problem during the entire journey to Thailand. This problem was exactly the test given to him by Alice.

Being able to safely drive a stateless missile torpedo boat from Barbados in Central America to Thailand, is this his internship period?

Or an interview?

After all, this is in the smuggling industry. Even the so-called retired elite veterans are just passing their resumes.

After hiking a few hundred yards and climbing a small hill, sure enough, a quiet town appeared within Darchi's sight.

Dozens of bungalows are built on an open space, and the streets are well-built cement roads. Daqi stood in the distance and looked quietly. He could see the figure of a church in the town, but he did not see the traces of cars or the figures of the people.

"Tsk tsk, what a quiet and peaceful place. It's so far from Roanapra, which makes me unable to do business with them."

While walking slowly towards the town, Dutch actually started to complain.

Yes, if this was his destination, the dark capital of Thailand, he wouldn't have to be as careful as he is now.

Coast Guard? Thai Coast Guard knows that they will not cruise near Roanapra, otherwise the other party will not be killed by rockets.

Similarly, the issue of identity is easy to deal with. There are a few good things in that city. No, it should be said that there are good things everywhere. Soldiers, mercenaries, smugglers, triads, killers, and even, there are only unexpected people who cannot meet. So in terms of general transactions, people there will never ask who comes from where they come from and who cares!

But now it’s different. For a country with a population of less than 500,000 in the country, I’m afraid that the elderly in this town have seen every resident in the country?

Dutch slowly approached the town, and he could see that the people on the island must have gone fishing. The seagulls roaring everywhere in the distance. If the fishing boats were not full of fishy smell, how could they be so excited?

After finally setting foot on the first concrete road in the town, Duqi did not stop at all and walked straight towards the target.

As early as when he looked at the top of the mountain, he had swept all the buildings that might have cars in his eyes. He is now heading to the only fish acquisition company in the town. Maybe it is a chain operation. After all, fishermen from all over the world have to sell the goods while they are fresh, right?

So, there must be diesel and kerosene there.

"Hey, my ball!"

In a Portuguese voice, a boy of seven or eight years old suddenly ran out of the street corner. Dutch was walking on the street and instinctively hid in front of a door.

"Hey, Emilik, return my ball to me!"

The boy ran straight to the other end of the street. Maybe just now, his friend snatched his baby away.

Darchi, who was alone, could not speak to anyone, nor did he speak, he just smiled slightly.

Maybe after stealing the company, you can leave a hundred dollar bills for this town? To be continued.

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Chapter completed!