Chapter 459 - Episode 11 We Hit The Jackpot!
Chapter 459 - Episode 11 We Hit The Jackpot!
Chapter 459: Chapter 43 Episode 11 We Hit The Jackpot!
The pair’s eyes turned towards the Bav el Mandev Strait. A boat smaller than the palm of your hand is dotted. “It’s because of them. 80% of oil injected into tanker tanks through pipelines comes from the super major ExxonMobil (XOM), Royal Dutch Shell (RDS), British Petroleum (BP), Chevron (CVX), ConocoPhillips (COP), It is owned by Total (TOT). No one fully understands the global wealth and power of the Super Major.” “Is the super-major influence stronger than the grain majors like Continental, Monsanto, or Cargill?” Mussou was born in Korea, a corner of the Far East, and went from one battlefield to another. There was neither opportunity nor time to develop an international perspective. Paul opened his mouth to the sound of his teeth breaking while sucking on ice cream. “It’s the difference between a tiger and a cat. Even if you combine all the grain majors, it is still less than the total toe of the super major’s youngest. Thanks to Total Company, France is shouting loudly as an oil-producing country, not an oil-producing country. There is a saying that, after the presidential election, the first place the elected person goes to say hello is La Défense. When Total shakes, France shakes. The Bav el Mandev Strait is the leash of the Western world. Whether it is a human or a country, if the leash is strangled, it is the same as suffocating to death.” “They say that the purpose of the stationing is not to secure Djibouti, but to be a security guard at Total Company’s oil warehouse.” “It is not wrong. As long as oil pours out of the Arabian desert, we must protect this place. The rewards from the Western world, including the United States of America, are also savory. The Soviet Union has long been encouraging Somalia and Yemen to take control of the oil channel in the Gulf of Eden. It looks peaceful, but this place is a thin ice sheet “Everywhere humans live is a battlefield.”The pair of eyes sank as deep as an abyss. It’s the trigger of the tube. The brain skipped space and recognized the object directly. As if pulling a 12x zoom, a palm-sized vessel approached straight ahead. It looked small because of the distance, but the deck was much wider than a soccer field. There were hardly any facilities in the upper part of the ship. It is an oil tanker with a deck house (sailor’s residence) rising up at the stern and only the pipes at the fore-end are tangled like a mansusan kudzu. The dozen or so dotted ships all have a similar shape. “Great. The height from the waterline to the deck alone will be over 30m. A pirate ship, at best, is not at the level of a tongtong ship with an engine attached to an electric horse or ferry. How do you hijack a tanker?” The pirate’s weapons are RPGs, machine guns, and rifles. A wooden boat carrying five or six people overturns when the tanker makes waves. “Even if it’s lame, armed pirates and civilians are on a different level. They use powerful engines on small ships and run at 50 knots per hour. After terrifying them by hitting an RPG at close range, three or four ships rush in and hook them up and get on the boat. If you look at the guys rushing to the slow tanker, there is no other group of killer whales attacking huge humpback whales. “Is there a huge tanker in the RPG?” “A tanker is an oil carrier, not a battleship. To transport a lot of oil, it is necessary to reduce its own weight as much as possible. The tanker hull shell plate is an 18mm steel plate. The bulkhead steel plate is only 6mm. It can be pierced with just one RPG. The bulkhead structure is useless if you are hit repeatedly in the odd part. When it is dug, it sinks under its own weight.” “Marine pollution will be serious.” “Pirates are pirates because they don’t follow the rules. If you’re worried about sea pollution, you won’t be piracy. Tankers are a fire pit for Somali pirates. If you kidnap only one ship, they will play and eat for years. Their eyes are turned and they rush to death.” “From a shipowner’s point of view, it’s a delight.” “right. A 300,000-ton tanker can load two million barrels. The price of oil -based on OPEC this year is $31 per barrel. One tanker was equivalent to carrying oil of 62 million francs, or 170 million francs of oil. The shipowner has no choice but to negotiate the ransom.” “He’s a dog that guards pretty expensive things.” The bellman, who was just listening, scoffed. “Heh, the CIA’s messy craftsmanship also contributed to the Somali pirate rampage. Why did the pro-Soviet Barré regime abandon the friendly treaty with the Soviet Union and return to the pro-US? Why did the idols of Iid go on piracy? Do you have anything to say?” Bellman paused for a moment at Paul’s counterattack. He was also confident in the operative team that threatened the Barre regime with battleships and bribed them. I hated Paul who took the medicine knowingly. “Huh, so you’re saying that we should just let Africa turn red?” “Are you a thug and cheat? A dog is a hundred times better than a CIA scammer.” “The United States does not coerce. Somalia, waking up from a socialist fantasy, has voluntarily chosen democracy.” Bellman, who was desperate for an answer, introduced the ‘America’s Theory of Merciful Solicitation’. “I like it voluntarily. The subject of a gangster swindler who threatens with hard power and secretly uses soft power is nothing to say.” “I have nothing to say to be a con artist, but what is worse than an ignorant ex-DGSE butcher? “Yankees steeped in thug supremacy!” “The king of simple ignorance frogs!” Bellman and Paul’s quarrel led to a childish personal attack. Bellman is a former CIA Middle East officer, and Paul is a former DGSE Operations Department strike force. The two often quarreled over the other’s job change. It is a male bravado and a way of fiercely sharing friendships. “Are you both female? Why are you arguing over a good fist? Fight like a man with Krav Maga and Sabate. Or do you try to solve your grievances with Simon D as a substitute?” The incumbent mercenary and the incumbent arms dealer glanced back at Simon D playing with Dino.
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The scene where Simon D grabs Dino’s tail and drags him by the tail caught my eye. To keep Dino from being dragged, he thrust his front paws into the sand and even his fangs, but to no avail. Four traces of the plow were left on the sand. Paul and Bellman made eye contact. ‘Master or servant!’ each other’s eyes are tired To fight with such a reckless bastard, it’s the sound of death. The two kept their mouths shut.
Dar- Paul’s emergency radio rang. The backpack-type AN/PRC 77 radio, deployed by the U.S. military in 1968, is used as a standard radio for the NATO military unit. Paul picked up the handset. “what?” – Above, I’m Dode, the HQ Company’s signal operator. A man named Aklan Crew Ombuti is looking for the Captain. “OK! Why does the ombudsman seek me out?” -I ask if you are currently in contact with the Special Military Advisor. “Oh, I can use a satellite phone, what do you mean? I get it.” Paul put down the handset and looked around. “Hey Black, the ombudsman seems to have contacted me because it was frustrating. Did you boil your satellite phone and eat it?” “phone call? I don’t have anyone to call. Why an ombudsman?” The pair tilted their heads. I completely forgot about the satellite phones of the Samaria farm and Novatopia that were installed with the help of Bonifas. Forgetfulness is one of the unparalleled specialties. The pair took out the satellite phone that had been tucked away in her backpack. I don’t know when, but the indicator is blinking. As the pair picked up the handset, Simon D quickly unfolded the antenna. -Cheek- Wow-Kill, Lead-Yes-da. win- Communication sensitivity is very low. Black Mamba suffered a brief confusion of neuron network access due to the predicate ‘Come on’ instead of ‘Allo!’. The jigging band caused by the diffuse reflection of the ionosphere was even more confusing because of the noise. “Are you kidding?” Belatedly, I thought about the fact that only Seon Woo-hyeon could use the strong Hamgyeong-do’s tone of ‘Nepneda’. It is a cognitive dissonance phenomenon that occurs after living abroad for a long time. -Yeah, this is Seonwoohyun. Chichichi~ I have something to report to Waquill. Chii~” I could barely understand the words. “Mommy?” The pair, who had been lying on the beach chair with a loose posture, abruptly got up. Samaria farms have suffered voodoo riots, and plant design professor Michel Mulsori, PhD, is building a large-scale spinning mill and pellet mill. It has been four months since Seon Woo-hyun contacted me through a satellite phone. -Cheehee~ It’s oil.” “Oil? Is the oil tank on fire?” The matchless roared. The farm has five large oil tanks. Dried cotton wood is used for heating and cooking, but oil is used to fuel various machinery, transportation equipment, and generators. – No. Cheeeee~ Oil has come out. Oil came from the dock near the Pende River. Chii~ He barely understood the stern Hamgyeong-do dialect mixed with the muffled noise. The pair was bewildered. It is incomprehensible to say that oil came out of nowhere. Petroleum is not groundwater that springs up from the ground. Talking with the ignorant Seon Woo-hyun is inconceivable. “Change Dr. Mulsori.” – Okay. The squeaky noise bothered my sensitive ears, but Musou couldn’t block his hearing. Korea is a country where energy resources are scarce. There is no coal, let alone oil, gas, uranium. There is only a small amount of briquettes or non-industrial anthracites made. Every Korean has a grudge against oil and gas. Invincible, his heart raced. – Waqil, it’s a murmur. “It’s been a while, Dr. Mooulsori. What the hell are you talking about?” Mussou omitted the formal greeting and asked at once. That’s how fast his heart was. -Top-Loss-Weep-Nee-Dah. Petroleum- blew-out-uh-oh. Communication is messed up. It sounded like something had exploded, but I couldn’t understand it because of the chugging sound and the short circuit. The pair stared at the sun, which was slightly tilted to the west. The blazing sun is the culprit that caused trouble. In the morning, the 13th Regiment headquarters received a report that a strong sunspot explosion was causing communication problems. I wondered what the sunspot eruption had to do with it, 150 million kilometers away. Outside the atmosphere, the solar wind is creating a magnetic storm and the ultraviolet rays are pouring down like rain. Radios with low power and shortwave communications are greatly interfered with by magnetic storms. Satellite communication using the ionosphere will of course deteriorate. “You have to be able to understand what to get a license.” The pair got nervous. The subject is petroleum, and the predicate has exploded, but the subject and predicate did not match. “Black, let’s go to Lac Assal. It is only 42 km from here. You can see the lake just past the Great Rift Valley.” Paul felt a strange look and hurried.
“Professor, let’s talk on the phone in an hour.” Mussou arranged the satellite phone and got into the jeep without asking why. When Paul asks to go, there is a good reason. Lak Assal, the saltiest salt lake in the world, is on the tourist list anyway. The two jeeps ran fiercely on the crumbling black ground. A huge beast with black dots on a tan background ran at the speed of a jeep. Poor Dino gets kicked out of the jeep after being hit by Simon D. A dino with a stride of as much as 20 m followed the jeep running at a speed of 70 to 90 km/h with a leisurely pace. As the monster became Black Mamba’s nephew, it turned into a monster. As Paul had promised, it took less than an hour to see the sparkling white lake. It is a rock asal with a salinity of 35%. The lake water where the horizon was visible and the salt piled up on the lake shore all shone in white. “wonderful! Salt bubbles are floating around.” Bellman was crazy about the salty lake where bubbles floated. The black lava land and the white salt land formed a strange ensemble. In fact, Rock Assal is all there is to see in Djibouti. “Hey, no, no, no. If it’s hot, I’m tired of it.” Simone shook his head. The Djibouti beach was cool with the wind, but the salt lake was suffocatingly hot. If it was the heat, I was exhausted in the Ituri Great Forest. added here. I was fed up with the heat of 46? reminiscent of a salt steam bath. Nowhere else on the shores of the lake is this hot except in Lac Asal.
“what’s this? Did you run short to see this?” Simone grumbled. Rak Assal was nothing more than a useless lake in the middle of a useless wasteland. It is a lake that can neither drink nor swim, the sunlight reflected on the salt field makes my eyes ache, and the salt grains blown by the wind cause skin allergies. ‘A chicken head that doesn’t understand the great ensemble of nature!’ Bellman only grumbled inwardly. “Black, try resuming satellite communications.” “I get it.”
The pair pressed the shortcut button. The last call number is automatically connected. “Professor, can you hear me?” – It sounds better. The same goes for improving communication quality. He raised his thumb towards Paul. Paul chuckled. The cause of the Rock Assal area is unknown, but the communication quality is maintained even when the solar wind hits. What I learned during field training was put to good use this time. – I have good news and bad news, which one should I report first? “Speak at once.” – Factory construction was halted due to a surge in oil. “Obviously there was oil.” The pair vowed again. – I’m sure. The location is R-28 area. The area that Waquille said last time is unknown terrain.” “The land where there were dozens of circles with a diameter of five to 10 meters, with no weeds, and the loose soil was exposed, right?” -Yes. The land was abandoned because it was impossible to plant cotton. Oil spewed while excavating to build a spindle tower there. “What kind of cake!” The matchless screamed.