Hong Kong Film: Short mules have no future, I am in charge of Hong Kong

Chapter 211 Don't tell him!

In the cockpit, the captain's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but his hands were still tightly holding the communication equipment, his eyes fixed on the approaching coast guard signal on the radar screen. He whispered to his deputy, "Tell everyone to guard the cockpit. No matter what, we can't let them control this area."

The deputy nodded, picked up the intercom and issued instructions to all the crew members: "Hold the cockpit! Hold on for another ten minutes, and the coast guard will arrive!"

Several crew members quickly blocked the cockpit door with whatever items they could find, and even inserted a few spare steel pipes into the cracks in the door to reinforce the defense line. Although their expressions were panic, their eyes flashed with the last bit of stubbornness and unwillingness.

At the same time, the pirates had launched a fierce attack at the entrance of the cargo hold. They used crowbars and cutting tools to pry the steel hatch frantically, and sparks from the welding points flew everywhere in the dark night. Several crew members hid behind a shelter not far away, holding simple weapons in their hands and constantly reporting the situation to the cockpit.

"Captain, they are about to open the cargo hold door! We can't stop them!" A young crew member gasped, with despair in his voice.

The captain clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice: "These bastards...Hold on, the coast guard is almost here!"

The young crew member did not reply, but took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and held the iron rod in his hand tighter. Next to him was another slightly older crew member, with a complicated expression on his face: "Xiao Zhang, if the cargo hold is really lost..."

"No!" Xiao Zhang gritted his teeth and interrupted him, "We can't let them succeed! This is Mr. Su's goods, and it's also our livelihood!"

On the other side, the atmosphere in the cockpit was equally solemn. The deputy looked down to check the remaining fuel, and said with a tremor in his voice: "Captain, the fuel leak is very serious. If it continues like this, we may lose all power."

The captain did not answer. He looked away from the radar screen and toward the dark sea ahead. Through the faint moonlight, he could vaguely see several speedboats still cruising around the freighter, like a pack of hounds waiting for their chance. The pirates were clearly not satisfied with the current offensive and were looking for a breakthrough point.

"Mate, concentrate all the remaining power on the steering gear." The captain suddenly spoke in a calm and low voice, "We may not be able to escape, but at least we can delay time."

The deputy was stunned for a moment, then quickly operated the instrument, trying to adjust the power to the steering system. A few seconds later, the stern of the freighter shook slightly, and the rudder blade began to turn slowly, slightly adjusting the angle of the hull.

This minor adjustment made the crew in the cockpit feel a little relieved, but they knew that this was only a temporary buffer. The huge size of the freighter made it impossible for it to get rid of the pirates in a short time.

Suddenly, a loud metal tearing sound came from the direction of the cargo hold. A few seconds later, the crew's panicked shouts rang out over the intercom: "Captain, the cargo hold door has been pried open! They've already rushed in!"

The captain turned his head sharply, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness. He gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "These damn bastards!"

The surveillance footage in the cargo hold became chaotic, and the pirates rushed into the cargo hold with weapons clearly appeared on the screen. Their movements were swift and skillful, and they obviously knew how to handle the containers.

"They are trying to pick the lock of the container!" The deputy's voice was full of anxiety. "If we let them get the goods..."

"Shut up!" The captain interrupted him abruptly, with a hint of madness in his eyes, "Everyone listen, drain all the spare fuel into the drain pipe outside the cargo hold! If we can't save the cargo, we'll teach them a lesson!"

The deputy was stunned, his face turned pale in an instant: "Captain, are you saying... to set the cargo hold on fire?"

"That's right!" the captain said coldly, "We can't let these people leave with the cargo! If they dare to take the risk, they will pay the price!"

There was a dead silence in the cockpit, and several crew members looked at each other, their eyes full of struggle and hesitation. But in the end, they followed the captain's order and began to divert the fuel to the drainage system outside the cargo hold.

Inside the cargo hold, the pirates had already begun to pry open the first batch of containers. A pirate who looked like a leader loudly directed his men, and their goal seemed very clear - several batches of boxes marked "valuables".

"Hurry up! Time is running out!" the leader roared, kicking open the lid of a box, revealing neatly stacked metal shelves inside.

However, just as they were about to clean the boxes, a low roar suddenly came from the entire cargo hold. Then, a pungent smell of fuel spread, making all the pirates alert instantly.

"What's going on? Where does the smell of oil come from?" a pirate asked in a low voice, with anxiety in his eyes.

"Never mind that! Keep working!" the leader roared, but a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, a shrill whistle suddenly sounded from the sea in the distance. Several coast guard patrol boats with strong lights on were approaching the freighter at full speed. Those lights tore through the darkness like a sharp blade, illuminating the entire sea surface as bright as day.

"It's the coast guard!" the deputy shouted in the cockpit, his voice filled with excitement and relief.

The pirates had obviously noticed the approaching patrol boat, and their movements suddenly became chaotic. The leader quickly waved his hand and ordered everyone to retreat, while resealing the open cargo door to try to delay time.

The sea breeze suddenly rose, and the roar of the waves seemed to be the prelude to a silent tragedy in the night. The cargo ship moved slowly in the waves, and the lights on the deck swayed, as if it would be swallowed by the wind and rain at any time. In the cockpit, the captain's palms were sweating as he held the steering wheel. The radar screen in front of him showed that several high-speed boats were gradually approaching. His lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was nervous and determined.

"Captain, they are getting closer!" There was suppressed panic in the deputy's voice. He kept adjusting the focus of the telescope, trying to see the situation on the speedboat clearly.

"Close all cargo hold entrances and weld up the spare iron plates," the captain said coldly, with an irresistible majesty in his voice. "Withdraw the people on the deck and gather near the cockpit. We must defend this place."

The instructions on the radio were transmitted intermittently, and the crew members moved hastily on the deck. Some used steel cables to fix the hatch of the cargo hold, and some held iron rods with anxiety in their eyes. The speedboat in the distance was igniting a dazzling searchlight and was moving very fast, and soon approached the two sides of the cargo ship.

"They're coming up!" A young crew member leaned his head out from behind the cover of the deck and shouted, his tone full of fear.

Before he finished speaking, there were several dull crashes from the speedboat, and then a group of pirates quickly hooked the hull with climbing ropes and climbed up nimbly. They wore black masks, held guns and knives in their hands, and had murderous eyes.

"Stop them!" A crew member rushed forward waving an iron rod, but before he got close, he was kicked to the ground by a pirate. The man struggled to get up, but was hit hard on the head by the butt of the oncoming gun, and immediately fell in a pool of blood.

The captain saw this scene through the monitoring screen in the cockpit, and his heart sank suddenly. He clenched his fists, turned to his deputy and said, "Close all the passages to the cockpit, and everyone prepare to fight! We can't let them take control of the ship easily!" The lights in the cockpit came on, and several crew members quickly piled tables and chairs at the door, trying to reinforce the last line of defense. The weapons in their hands were simple, some holding screwdrivers, and some grabbing fire extinguishers, and everyone's face was full of despair and determination.

The pirates on the deck had completely taken the initiative. They drove the hiding crew members with guns and subdued the rebels without mercy. An older crew member tried to escape from the corner, but was grabbed by a pirate. The blade flashed under the light, and the man's throat instantly spurted out a stream of blood, and his body fell down weakly.

The atmosphere in the cockpit became increasingly oppressive. Everyone could hear the screams and gunshots coming from outside, like the whispers of death. The deputy's hands trembled on the console, and his voice was hoarse: "Captain, what should we do? They... they are almost here."

The captain did not speak, his eyes swept over the crew members in the cockpit, and finally stopped at the instrument panel with the fuel control valve. His fingers tapped the table lightly, as if he was making a final decision.

"Everyone listen." His voice was low, but it revealed a frightening calmness. "If they rush in, we will detonate the fuel and sink with the ship."

The crew members looked up one after another, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"Captain, we still have a chance..." The deputy's voice was weak, as if he was struggling feebly.

"There's no chance." The captain's eyes were as cold as iron. "These people are here for the cargo, but they won't leave anyone alive. If we die, at least we'll let them know the price they paid."

Just as the crew was digesting this, there was a sudden loud crash outside the cockpit. The door was hit hard, the door frame trembled slightly, and the tables and chairs piled behind the door also shook.

"They're coming!" the deputy screamed, and quickly took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, his face as pale as a piece of paper.

The hatch door was hit again, this time with greater force, and the door panel made a teeth-grinding tearing sound. Several crew members held the tools in their hands and stared at the door, their palms soaked with sweat.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the upper part of the hatch was smashed through by a sledgehammer, and the pirate outside reached in with his gun barrel and fired two shots mercilessly. The bullets whizzed past and hit the wall, splashing a piece of debris.

"Hold on!" the captain roared, and took the lead in inserting the steel pipe in his hand into the crack of the door, trying to prevent the other party from breaking through further.

But the pirates were obviously more powerful. They quickly used tools to pry open the hatch's protective plate, and a tall figure rushed in first, pointing his gun directly at the captain.

The captain rushed forward without hesitation and wrestled with the other party. His movements were fierce, but he was quickly suppressed by the other party due to his age and physical disadvantage. The muzzle of the gun was pushed to the side, but he pulled the trigger while struggling, and the bullet grazed the shoulder of a crew member, and blood instantly soaked his clothes.

"Let him go!" A crew member rushed forward waving a fire extinguisher, but before he got close, he was kicked over by another pirate. He hit the wall heavily and fainted.

In the chaos, the captain's hands were handcuffed behind his back, his face pressed against the cold floor, and the pirate's sneer came to his ears: "You can't run away, old man."

"Kill me." The captain gritted his teeth, his voice low but with a hint of determination, "You will never get what you want."

"Kill you? It's too early." The pirate sneered and hit the captain's head hard with the butt of his gun.

The crew members in the cockpit were subdued one by one. The pirates tied them up with ropes and dragged them to a corner like cargo. The leading pirate stood in the center of the cockpit, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

"Tell me where the cargo is." He pointed his gun at the captain, his voice low and dangerous.

"You're dreaming." The captain spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his head, and there was no trace of surrender in his eyes.

The pirate leader snorted coldly, raised his hand and pulled the trigger. The captain's body shook as the gunshot rang out, and then he fell down powerlessly. His eyes were still wide open, staring at the sea he was protecting.

In the cockpit, the remaining crew members cried out in despair, but were quickly silenced by the pirates' roars. Blood stained the floor red, and the smell of death enveloped the entire ship.

The freighter, along with its crew, was ultimately buried in the darkness of that night.

The sea was dead silent, with only the lingering hum of the cargo ship's engine and the sound of waves hitting the hull interweaving in the night, creating a suffocating sense of oppression. After the pirates took control of the cockpit, the crew were forced to kneel in a corner, their hands and feet were roughly tied, and their mouths were stuffed with rags. Their faces were filled with humiliation and anger, but they were powerless to resist.

A tall pirate leader stood in front of the control panel and raised his hand to take off his mask. His face was full of rough lines, and his eyes were cold and cunning. He looked around and his eyes fell on a young crew member. He walked over slowly, squatted down, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and used the tip of the knife to pry open the cloth in the other's mouth.

"Where is the goods?" His voice was low and slow, but it was like a cold knife, piercing people's hearts.

The young sailor's lips trembled, his breathing was short, and his face turned pale with fear. He glanced at the captain lying in a pool of blood, his teeth clenched, but he refused to speak.

The pirate leader smiled and reached out to grab the other man's hair, forcing him to look directly into his eyes. "Don't try any tricks. We know that your cargo hold is loaded with valuables. Tell me the password, or do you want to see how sharp my knife is?"

The young sailor's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, another older sailor beside him suddenly struggled and shouted incoherently: "Don't say it! Don't tell him!"

The pirate leader snorted coldly, stood up, walked straight to the older crew member, and kicked him hard in the abdomen. The man groaned in pain, curled up on the ground, and his body twitched continuously due to the severe pain.

"The consequences of meddling in other people's business." The pirate leader wiped the dagger on his trouser leg, turned around and waved to his men, "Pry open all the boxes in the cargo hold. I want to see what these people are guarding."

Several pirates immediately took action. They skillfully pried open the steel door of the cargo hold. With a sharp metallic sound, the originally closed door slowly opened. The cargo hold was filled with neatly stacked containers, each of which was labeled with the Su Hanze Logistics Platform logo, which was extremely eye-catching.

(End of this chapter)