Chapter 1808

At the same time, the pirate leader who hijacked the Xinglong waited at the base camp for more than an hour, but did not wait for any response from Yisu Shipping.

This indifferent attitude of Yisu Shipping was the first time he had encountered it in his twenty years of being a pirate.

Moreover, he had been a pirate for twenty years and was hijacking a ship of such large tonnage for the first time, yet he was ignored by the shipowner, which immediately made him lose some patience.

He paced back and forth in his command headquarters, cursing in his mouth: "Is this Yisu Shipping scared stupid? Otherwise, why haven't they responded to my request until now?"

A soldier holding an AK next to him said: "Boss, I guess they want to drag it out first, so they can bargain later."

"Bargain?" The pirate leader sneered disdainfully: "This is a big ship, nearly twenty thousand containers fully loaded and shipped to Europe. I don't know how many good things are inside. They won't be able to bargain for a single cent! If they don't pay, I'll open all these nearly twenty thousand containers!"

The soldier said awkwardly: "Boss, our pier only has one crane, and it can only lift one container at a time. How can we get all twenty thousand plus containers down..."

The pirate leader laughed: "Isn't that simple? When the time comes, just open the boxes directly at sea! Keep the valuable things, throw the boxes into the sea. As for those that are not valuable, just throw them into the sea along with the boxes and the cargo!"

The soldier said excitedly: "So many boxes, I don't know if we can open any good things!"

The pirate leader sneered: "Don't worry, there must be plenty of good things. If things go well, we might even be able to open a batch of Porsche sports cars!"

Another soldier next to him hurriedly said: "Boss, that ship is going from China to Europe, but Porsche is made in Europe, so the possibility of having Porsches on that ship is almost zero."

The pirate leader slapped him hard and cursed: "Damn it, did I tell you to talk too much?! You're the only one who knows a lot, right?"

The soldier who was slapped immediately took a few steps back and lowered his head with a face full of grievance.

At this time, the Xinglong, which had been hijacked by his men, suddenly sent a message via radio.

On the radio, a strange man said: "Who is Barder? Let him talk to me."

The pirate leader was stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "Who is talking?!"

A communications soldier guarding the radio station shook his head blankly and said: "It seems to be coming from the Chinese cargo ship we kidnapped... and the voice doesn't sound like one of our people..."

"Damn it!" The pirate leader Barder cursed angrily: "Did those guys have their brains eaten by dogs? Why did they reveal my name to others?"

As he spoke, he had already walked to the radio station, reached out to pick up the communicator, and questioned coldly: "Is this your first time kidnapping a ship?! Why did you let a hostage talk to me directly?!"

A sneer came from the other side of the radio, and then, the other party said with full pressure in their tone: "I want to inform you that your eight men have been controlled by the Cataclysmic Front. Two of them have been shot and killed by us because they resisted stubbornly. For the remaining six, you must take 6 million US dollars to redeem them immediately, otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

"What?!" Barder was stunned, and then cursed angrily: "Who the hell are you? You dare to touch my people? I think you're tired of living, right?!"

The other party said coldly: "I said, I am from the Cataclysmic Front. I know Somalia is very backward, but you haven't even heard of the Cataclysmic Front, have you?"

Barder came back to his senses, and his heart was shocked.

He did not expect that the famous Cataclysmic Front in the mercenary world would actually have a relationship with the cargo ship he hijacked. He asked subconsciously: "I'm doing my business, what does it have to do with your Cataclysmic Front?"

The other party said coldly: "The Cataclysmic Front has now officially begun armed escort in the Gulf of Aden. If your people dare to attack cargo ships escorted by the Cataclysmic Front, then our Cataclysmic Front will never be soft-hearted!"

"Damn it!" Barder had been in the business for twenty years and had never been threatened like this by anyone. His anger flared up immediately, and he cursed through gritted teeth: "I don't care if you are the Cataclysmic Front or some other mercenary organization. The Gulf of Aden is my territory. I have been entrenched here for twenty years, and no one has ever dared to talk to me like this! If you don't release my people, from now on, as long as it is a cargo ship escorted by your Cataclysmic Front, I will kill everyone on the ship!"

Barder was not afraid of the Cataclysmic Front.

That is because he is considered a warlord in the Gulf of Aden, with his own team and his own base.

He has thousands of people and dozens of ships in his hands, and every soldier is fully armed. He is already a ceiling-level existence in this region, so he naturally does not put the Cataclysmic Front in his eyes.

Let alone the Cataclysmic Front, even the North Russian escort fleet, which has always had a fierce style, he is not afraid of. Two years ago, the North Russian escort warship sank three of his speedboats. Since then, he has not retaliated less against North Russian merchant ships.

Apart from worrying about his men encountering warships at sea, he really has nothing to be afraid of. The North Russian escort fights so fiercely, but they can only wander on the high seas and dare not fight into the territorial waters, so he feels that as long as he stays on the coastline, there is nothing to be afraid of.

At this time, the Cataclysmic Front soldier on the other end of the communication system said very seriously: "I will give you three seconds to take back what you just said and apologize for what you just said. Otherwise, the Cataclysmic Front will immediately declare war on you!"

"Damn it!" Barder cursed through gritted teeth: "You think I'm afraid of you? You wait! From now on, whoever dares to hire your Cataclysmic Front for escort, that is seeking their own death! I'm going to start a massacre in the Gulf of Aden. As long as you dare to appear in the Gulf of Aden, I will kill you all!"

"Good!" The Cataclysmic Front soldier said lightly: "You will pay the price for what you just said."

Having said that, he hung up the phone directly.

Barder's eyes were red with anger, and he clenched his fists and cursed: "Damn it! Mercenaries dare to clamor with me! In other places, your Cataclysmic Front might still be a character, but in the Gulf of Aden, you are not even worth a fart!"

Having said that, he immediately said to the soldiers around him: "Immediately issue a warning to all shipping companies in the world. Any ship that dares to hire people from the Cataclysmic Front for escort, I, Barder, will kill without mercy!"

The soldier said somewhat worriedly: "Boss, the Cataclysmic Front has tens of thousands of well-trained mercenaries alone. If we declare war on them like this, isn't it a bit too impulsive?"

Barder kicked him to the ground, then stepped forward to step on his face, took out his pistol and aimed it at his forehead, and roared: "What the hell are you talking about here?! Is it you who is in command here or me?!"

The soldier was scared pale and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Boss... it's me who talked too much... please don't hold it against me, I'll go and issue the warning right now!"

Barder lifted his foot and stepped hard on his chest, and then immediately heard the sound of ribs breaking.

The soldier was rolling on the ground in pain, while Barder looked at the others around him with a gloomy face and said: "You all think I'm overestimating my capabilities, so I declared war on the Cataclysmic Front, right?"

Everyone lowered their heads, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

Barder snorted coldly at this time and said with a face full of disdain: "You bunch of losers don't understand what strategy is at all! If I were afraid of the Cataclysmic Front today, and the news spread, the reputation of the Cataclysmic Front's armed escort in the Gulf of Aden would inevitably be a hit. By then, all shipowners would be scrambling to hire them for escort. What should we do then? Take a detour when we see the Cataclysmic Front?"

Seeing that no one dared to speak, Barder said coldly with full arrogance: "The reason why I want to officially declare war on the Cataclysmic Front and release the word to kill all ships that hire the Cataclysmic Front is to make all shipowners keep the Cataclysmic Front at a respectful distance!"

"The Cataclysmic Front is very powerful in the mercenary field, but in the Gulf of Aden, there is no place for them to play!"

"No matter how powerful they are, they can't drive out a warship, so what do I have to be afraid of? As long as I can make the Cataclysmic Front unprofitable in the Gulf of Aden, this bunch of profit-seeking mercenaries will naturally withdraw on their own!"