As if he had been used to the act of suddenly floating out of the sea to meet the personnel, a middle-aged strong man standing on the submarine boat quickly took the cable traction cable, and dragged the cable from the smuggling boat near the sea to the cable pile of the submarine boat. Then he spoke in English with a clear Eastern European accent and shouted to Pan Guan, who was driving the boat: "People are coming up, but they are not allowed to carry any weapons!"

Accompanied by the middle-aged strong man's shout, two more strong men rushed out of the submarine bridge, and the AK automatic rifle equipped with drums in his hand pointed to the offshore smuggling ship without any concealment.

Looking up at the C-12 Huron light transport aircraft that had already begun to shake its wings to approach the submarine, Tang Guoming nodded to Pan Guan and others who were looking at him without any trace, then slowly stood up, under the gaze of two strong men holding AK automatic rifles, he removed all the weapons and equipment he was wearing and placed one by one on the cabin plate at his feet.

He gestured with a gun to signal Tang Guoming to turn around in place. Two middle-aged strong men who were monitoring the crew on the offshore smuggling boat with guns nodded to Tang Guoming after confirming that Tang Guoming was not carrying any weapons: "Come on!"

He reached out to cover the vague pain in his chest. Tang Guoming coughed a few times before looking up at the two strong men holding guns: "I am injured... and my companions are also injured. Help us..."

The strong man with a cold face and dragging the cable firmly shook his head: "It depends on you! It's up to you! If you don't come up within five minutes, our transaction will be terminated!"

With a very difficult smile, Tang Guoming turned his head to look at Pan Guan and others who were looking at him: "Do as he said - let them see you throw down all the weapons and equipment, don't leave any of them!"

It seemed that he was not even in need of strength to cover his chest. Tang Guoming's hand that covered his chest hung down weakly, but his fingers were just placed on the slit of his pants...

Looking at each other, Pan Guan and others unloaded their weapons and equipment, and together with several terrified middle-aged men, they supported the injured Tang Guoming and Bao Lei onto the submarine. Even Franklin Benson, who was tied to a rice dumpling, was dragged and pulled by Harbala to the submarine.

Looking up at the foil interference bomb that had exploded in the sky, Tang Guoming winked at Harbala without any trace, and then with the help of two middle-aged men, he slowly climbed up the submarine bridge.

He hummed half a sound in response. Harbala hugged his arms and took two steps back, and looked at the C-12 Huron light transport aircraft approaching the submarine, muttering as if he was talking to himself: "This type of aircraft has been modified with a tail hatch door and a propelling device. If it can eject foil interference bombs, it can also eject deep water bombs, right?"

As soon as he spoke, the middle-aged strong man holding the cable had already looked at Harbala in a blink of an eye and shouted at Harbala in a muffled voice: "Have you driven this kind of plane?"

Waving his hand at the middle-aged strong man who asked questions, Halbala still focused on watching the C-12 Huron light transport aircraft flying closer and closer in the sky, responding casually as if he was casually: "I haven't driven it, but I have modified a similar aircraft. Now this aircraft has launched foil jamming bombs, forming enough in the air to attract the interference area of ​​the air defense missile guidance device, and make the air defense missiles installed on the submarine become waste. Once the submarine submersible... As far as I know, at least two or more types of intelligent deep-water bombs can pose a threat to the submarine!"

Looking at the companion who was fiddling with two air defense missile components on the bridge but was unable to launch air defense missiles for a long time, a trace of solemnity suddenly appeared on the face of the middle-aged strong man who controlled the cables...

To be fair, this submarine produced by the former Soviet Union in the 1960s has already passed its service life. Although it can barely maintain its operation and attack capabilities through repair and continuous addition of various patch equipment, for those professional anti-submarine weapons, it is basically equivalent to an egg shell that is infiltrated into the water, and it will break when touched!

Skipping at the middle-aged strong man with a solemn face, Halbala raised his hand and pointed to the C-12 Huron light transport aircraft that was hovering around the submarine for a few days: "It seems that I guessed that this plane has not launched an attack on us yet. This is because they know that only with a 20mm caliber cannon and two machine guns, it cannot cause fatal damage to the submarine at a long distance."

The middle-aged strong man staring at Harbala and controlling the cable shouted in a muffled voice: "It seems you have a way to deal with all this?"

Nodding without hesitation, Halbara responded loudly: "That depends on whether there are enough good gunmen and helmsmen on your ship?"

The middle-aged strong man who looked at Harbala with some confusion and controlled the cables shouted in surprise: "What do you mean?"

Turning his head to look at the offshore smuggling ship that was rippling with the waves beside the submarine, Harbala responded in a deep voice: "The drop height of the smart deep-water bomb must be close to sea level and must be delivered with a parachute. The m-134 machine gun and rocket launcher on this offshore smuggling ship are enough to pose a threat to the flight mechanism. If there are enough good gunmen, then we can completely destroy their smart deep-water bombs before they throw them into the sea water!"

The middle-aged strong man who snorted disdainfully and controlled the cables roared silently: "Do you think those guys on the plane are idiots? They won't kill you first, and then quietly clean up the submarine that has already been dived?"

Glance at Pan Guan who had entered the submarine, Halbala hugged with his arms, "They were killing us, and most of us have now entered the submarine. This offshore smuggling ship can deal with the plane at sea for at least ten minutes. In ten minutes, do you think the people on the plane can find the submarine? Don't tell me, you don't even have the ability to avoid air searches?"

The middle-aged man who was blinking his eyes hesitantly and controlled the cables had not had time to carefully consider whether Harbala's approach was feasible enough, but Harbala spoke up again and urged: "A gamble or die together? This is obviously not a question that needs to be thought about for too long, right?"

He looked up at the C-12 Huron light transport aircraft that was constantly hovering around the submarine, and the middle-aged strong man who controlled the cable finally nodded hesitantly: "You better hope your method will work!"
Chapter completed!