amaotonovel Chapter 4550 The Day of Brightest Day (9)
Chapter 4550 The Day of Brightest Day (9)
Chapter 4550 The Sun Shines Brightest (Part 9)
A dozen meters isn't very deep in open water. If you hold your breath, you can swim to the surface. Besides, they both had life jackets, so they were already on the surface. As long as they held their breath, they quickly reached the surface. The robbers had already left.
This escape plan looks simple, but it is actually very dangerous and requires the cooperation of many parties; otherwise, it would be impossible to complete.
First, the aircraft had to be perfectly balanced. If it lost balance during descent, the rate of descent would increase exponentially. In other words, the aircraft had to descend horizontally to sink very slowly; even after the hijackers waited for a long time, it would only have sunk a dozen meters. If it had landed headfirst, it would have sunk to the bottom of the sea in half a day, leaving no chance of survival. This was all thanks to the captain's exceptional emergency landing skills.
Secondly, even at a depth of several meters, the water pressure is considerable. Under such conditions, breaking the glass to escape would be virtually impossible. But by sheer luck, Schiller possessed a highly powerful revolver. It could easily withstand water pressure from hundreds of meters, let alone several meters. A single shot shattered the glass, allowing them to swim out at top speed.
Finally, both of them were in good physical condition. Although the captain was a bit older, he was a fighter pilot in his youth, one in a hundred. Schiller wasn't in good shape, but this amount of exercise was nothing to him. More importantly, both of them remained calm, waiting until they were at their absolute limit before running out; any earlier or later, and something terrible might have happened.
In short, the two men were out of danger. But this was only the first step. They were now adrift in the middle of the Red Sea, which is not very large, and they could be spotted by passing enemy ships at any moment.
"Do you have any reliable companions?" Schiller asked, frowning. The change in water pressure had made his ears very uncomfortable, and now he could only understand what the other person was saying by reading their lip movements.
"I served in Africa when I was young," the captain shouted, "but those people are all old now, and I can't contact them anymore!"
Schiller sighed, looked around, and said, "Then we'll just have to wait for one unlucky guy. Once you're on board, just run into your cabin and don't come out no matter what you hear."
"Are you trying to seize the ship?"
"I hope I don't have to."
They hadn't been adrift at sea for long when a boat came into view. Schiller immediately blew the whistle attached to his life jacket, the kind specifically for calling for help at sea. Sure enough, the other boat came running.
It looked like a fishing boat, but anyone daring to fish in this area would definitely need some kind of armed force. Schiller waved his hand, and the other person seemed somewhat wary.
“I’m American, I can pay the ransom and let me on board!” Schiller shouted. Within minutes, they were pulled aboard. Clearly, this wasn’t just a simple fishing boat; it was no different from a pirate vessel.
The other person said in heavily accented English, "Are you American? Do you have money?"
“I have it. You can call my family directly to ask for the ransom, and then send me ashore,” Schiller said. “This is my uncle; we come from a large family.”
The other person seemed to understand, glanced at Schiller, and brought over paper and pen. Schiller generously wrote down Diana's phone number, handed it to him, and said, "This is my wife. She also comes from a prominent family. We love each other very much, so she will definitely grant your request."
The captain in the back rolled his eyes. Anyone could tell something was off about that. Who encourages hijackers to make exorbitant demands? And "Madam," indeed! Is this your enemy?
He was right. Schiller thought angrily to himself: Without Diana's revolver, none of this trouble would have happened. He shouldn't have had any illusions about the demigods' weapon-making abilities!
The other party mumbled as they made a phone call. Schiller could probably imagine Diana's expression, but he knew she would definitely try to get him out, since she was counting on him for her services.
Sure enough, it's unclear what Diana promised the pirates, but they suddenly became much more agreeable. After hanging up, they even said, "Your wife truly loves you! Your love is so beautiful!"
Schiller smiled at him. He thought the matter was over, but these people were quite enthusiastic and insisted on chatting with Schiller, asking him all sorts of questions, seemingly very eager for him to tell them his love story.
Schiller was already deaf, and the group was speaking a mix of their local language and English, making it difficult to even understand their lip movements. After chatting for a while, he could only point to his ear and wave his hand.
The other person immediately widened their eyes in surprise, then showed a sympathetic expression, but was clearly more engrossed in witnessing beautiful love. Schiller, though helpless, didn't expose them.
So he took out a pen and paper and told them about his profession—a financial professional from the metropolis, and his wife an art critic and writer.
As for the love story they wanted to hear, Schiller generously told them that his wife shouldn't be busy right now, and they could just call her and listen to her.
这帮海盗也真是闲出屁了，还真打电话过去问戴安娜。戴安娜在听到他们要求她讲述一下和席勒的“爱情”故事的时候，真的现在就想飞到红海上空把他拎回来然后一拳揍到地心里。
But there was no way around it; the person was in their hands. If the lie wasn't convincing enough, they might kill her. Diana had no choice but to grit her teeth and fabricate a story. Schiller, listening nearby, curled his lip: This is clearly a poorly written story, clearly written by someone who hasn't read enough romance novels.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. Diana didn't have much romantic experience. Schiller insisted on labeling himself a finance professional, so he couldn't simply apply Steve's background to it. He racked his brains and managed to make it somewhat plausible.
The pirates seemed quite pleased with what they heard and didn't give Schiller any trouble. They even let him and the captain take a shower and change clothes on the ship. Then they landed at a very small port in Yemen. It seemed to be the pirates' territory, and no one checked them; they landed smoothly.
Once ashore, the group treated them very politely. Schiller knew very well that Diana must have used her connections in Amazon and paid her enough money; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy.
The captain planned to return home directly. Schiller, however, told them he wanted to go to Egypt first, then transfer back to the United States. Although somewhat puzzled, they still booked him a boat ticket to Hegada, Egypt. The Red Sea wasn't large, and the journey wasn't long; they would arrive quickly. Therefore, they didn't take their ship but instead boarded an ordinary merchant vessel.
That's why they say when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems. Or perhaps, the opponent Diana was willing to spend so much money against was indeed formidable. Not long after boarding, the ship was hijacked again.
Schiller, sitting in his seat, rubbed his forehead: He should have asked those guys for the gun earlier. After all this time, he's still stuck with this beat-up revolver; whether he fires it or not will cause serious problems.
These robbers didn't seem very professional; they just grabbed an AK-47 and started firing, making firing motions to signal people to hand over their money.
Schiller had money, but no local currency. Pulling out dollars now would make him an easy target, potentially leading to him being kidnapped again. While it wouldn't be bad to swindle Diana again, his injury couldn't be delayed any longer.
After injuring his ear and then soaking it in seawater, it's now visibly inflamed, and Schiller can feel himself developing a low-grade fever. If this continues, Egypt could be in danger.
Schiller glanced around at the people around him. One of them pulled out a wallet with a wad of local currency. Schiller nudged him with his elbow and handed him a few US dollars. The man's eyes widened, then he understood. He secretly hid the dollars and gave Schiller some local currency instead.
But things were clearly not that simple. These robbers weren't blind. Schiller didn't look like a local; even if he wasn't a pure white man, he certainly wasn't a local. He was obviously easy prey. So they pointed a gun at him, signaling him to stand up. This was clearly an attempt to search him.
Actually, it wouldn't be so bad if they just took the dollars, but they really can't let them take that broken revolver, otherwise the ship might not be able to reach Egypt safely.
Schiller was somewhat exasperated. He took a deep breath, and as the other man prepared to lower his gun and search him, he grabbed the gun. Because he wasn't in good condition, this time there was no need for a struggle; he simply snatched the gun away.
His companion with the gun was also stunned. Schiller fired a burst of empty fire and shouted, "Don't move! Or I'll shoot!"
The leader of the group had already searched the back row. Seeing what was happening in the front, he shouted a few words in the local language. Schiller couldn't hear or understand lip movements, so he said, "Find someone who speaks English!"
A moment later, another person came out: "Who are you? What do you want?"
"You're from America, so shut up. Either get off the ship, or don't blame me if something happens!"
The robbers exchanged glances, genuinely hesitant. Frankly, these Americans were practically lurking death itself; running into them was never a good thing. After a brief discussion, they decided to leave, since they'd already stolen most of the money.
Then, the ship was stopped by another group of people. These people were carrying standard-issue weapons. Schiller glanced at them and knew they were from the US military base in the area, all dressed in desert camouflage.
These men were clearly not after the money; they were there to search for people. Schiller was standing in the middle of the ship, with no time to hide. He could only roll on the spot, fire a burst of bullets, first knocking down the nearest robber and taking his magazine, then using his seat as cover to take down the others near the door and rush out.
He went outside and saw at least a dozen heavily armed terrorists. Schiller was speechless: hearing was indeed very important. If he could hear them, he could determine their numbers by their footsteps. But it was too late to run back now.
He first hid on the side of the ship, preparing to take out those on deck. But the enemy spotted him almost immediately and flanked him from both sides. Just as Schiller was considering whether to jump ship, a burst of gunfire rang out, followed by two dazzling flashes, and two terrorists flanking him were cut in half at the waist by a greatsword.
Schiller squinted and saw a tall, black and yellow figure jump down from the top of the ship and stand in the blood mist, staring at him.
"Blue-skinned dog." A deep voice came through the mask. "Who told you I was here?"
“I’m not here to chase you.” Schiller pulled out his revolver. “I advise you to take back what you just said, or else—”
"Or what?"
"Bang!!!!!!"
"Holy crap?!"