Chapter 239: Out of the Blue!

So-called experts once said, the larger the animal, the duller its pain nerves.

Fortunately, Liu Xiaotian never watches any so-called experts' audio-visual materials or books; otherwise he would be finished today.

If the shark's pain nerves were really dull, even just by a second, Liu Xiaotian's slightly slower right calf would be slammed hard by the shark's forehead.

On one side is a steel plate, on the other is the shark's head striking with combined inertia and weight; even if his leg were steel, it would probably be broken.

Fortunately, the shark's pain nerves are not only highly sensitive, but also react very quickly.

The military knife that Liu Xiaotian had pinned with his right thumb went down, stabbing just below the shark's forehead, about thirty to forty centimeters from the eyes.

Another point that must be emphasized is that the military knife is truly sharp.

His plan was: to open a hole in the lower part of the hull big enough for a person to crawl into!

In one, one look `no, one wrong version%!'

How to threaten and intimidate? Throw people off the ship's rail?

Because he knows that the first layer of defense he painstakingly set up has failed under his stupidity.

At most 0.3 seconds, the shark is like having installed a world-top supercar's power and brake system: first it brakes hard while turning the wheel right, then it directly shifts into reverse, slamming the accelerator all the way to the fuel tank……

Liu Xiaotian, Wang Yanbing, and another soldier from the subtropical region, although their weapons lack grenade-launcher functionality, they have a more important mission.

He dares to guarantee that Eastern soldiers are definitely waiting below for a chance to board and rescue.

Even Liu Xiaotian felt the impact of the seawater on both sides being pushed back by the retreating shark and then surging back.

Moreover, the conversation just ended half a minute ago with the person in charge of negotiations from the Eastern nation also made him feel some palpitations.

But if he were to kill dozens of people, would this ship still have any reason to exist?

In the past few minutes, they saw sharks—not just one or two, but seven in succession—circling the hijacked 'Dream Vessel'.

If it weren't for the fishing nets he had set up in advance, things would certainly not be as they are now.

At the bottom of the hull, the likewise frightened Liu Xiaotian gasped heavily for a while before gradually regulating his breathing, then pressed the communicator and said in a low voice: 'Sniper, start searching for targets, lock on and report; the rest, prepare to fire stun grenades!'

At that moment, Hu Sha almost dropped his satellite communications equipment.

Not to mention that sharks aren't as cute as dolphins; just seeing a bloody patch on the sea surface, who would find them lovable?

It wasn't fear, but the feeling of anxiety and unease never left him.

As for threatening and intimidating, there's no better way. Moreover, simply exposing the shark's fin above the water looks exactly like the close-up of a shark approaching in a movie.

The reason is: such a huge sum of money, I can't decide on my own; I must report it upward, level by level, four levels total, which would take about five to seven working days, with weekends postponed……

With Liu Xiaotian's current strength, what seemed like a casual thrust—with a military knife blade nearly thirty centimeters long—would have at least half of it penetrate the left side of the shark's forehead.

Just a difference of ten to twenty centimeters, and the shark could actually stop dead in its tracks—showing how unreliable the so-called experts' claim about large animals having dull pain nerves is.

From the moment Hu Sha received the order to attack this cruise ship, his tiny heart in the chest has never stayed still, honest and steady, for even a second.

One or two, even three or five, are no problem—after all, most people survive.

On this point, Hu Sha has no doubt.

It seemed to prove that there really were Eastern nation soldiers sent to rescue hostages underwater in the hull; the person negotiating with Hu Sha spoke much more firmly than before, and after Hu Sha demanded that the ransom amount be transferred immediately to a designated account, the other side flatly refused.

Now he feels that danger is getting closer and closer.

Damn it, isn't this just blatantly playing with me? I'm supposed to file documents with you? Still go through the levels? Still five to seven working days? Should I send you a banner after success? But facing the other side's obvious 'getting tough' attitude, Hu Sha dare not turn against them. What can he do? Kill the tourists he has under control?

On the deck, the pirates, holding their guns, lay on the rail and stretched their necks to look down.

If you throw someone overboard, they'll just be rescued anyway.

In the control room, Hu Sha's face looked somewhat grim.

Following his order, of the eight people at the bottom of the hull including him, five immediately sprang into action, taking down their weapons from their backs, assembling grenade-launcher equipment, and each loading a stun grenade into the launcher.

Although he doesn't know how those waiting for a chance at the bottom of the hull evade the shark's attacks, one thing Hu Sha can be certain of: the Eastern soldiers coming to carry out this rescue mission must each be the toughest in the Eastern army! As a certain Western bigwig said: 'The lion that once slept has awakened; if anyone still wants to bully, they'd better first weigh themselves to see if they're worth a lunch.'

Hu Sha has no doubt that if he really did that, he would lose even the chance to escape by the lifeboat he used to board the ship; a single munition capable of turning this ship into debris in the blink of an eye and sinking it completely within three minutes—like a missile that has never appeared in this sea area, as stupid as it gets—would land right beside him.

And the reason for firing stun grenades is actually just a diversion, making Hu Sha think they're going to storm the ship from the rail onto the deck; in reality, he intends to enter the cabin directly, and not even the lowest level.

Before the five people's stun grenades could even be fired, Liu Xiaotian immediately moved toward the position of Wang Yanbing and another soldier, fixed himself with a suction-cup climbing device, and reached out to take the high-temperature cutting gun from Wang Yanbing's hand.

The other soldier's task is to ensure that the container supplying fuel and oxygen to the high-temperature cutting gun always stays above the water.

When the ten stun grenades were launched in two waves onto the deck, Liu Xiaotian's high-temperature cutting gun had already cut a gash about ten centimeters long in the hull……

(End of chapter)