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Late at night, everything is silent.

On the sea, the thick night color was like ink, swallowing up the vast waters, leaving only the slightly rising and falling waves, gently lapping at the lonely soul.

One after another, huge ships weighing tens of thousands of tons travel silently in the darkness like night walkers.

In order to avoid attracting as much attention as possible, they deliberately turned off all external lights and relied only on minimum navigation lights to cruise towards their destination like ghosts.

The outline of the ship became blurred under the cover of night, with only the slight roar of the engine and the sound of the propeller stirring the sea water as the only clues left in this silent world.

On the bridge of the huge ship at the head of the fleet.

The silence was replaced by a suffocating atmosphere of tension.

Captain Blinken had beads of sweat on his forehead as he stared at the cold-faced, angular man in front of him - Grant, the head of the East Asia Region of the Eagle Sauce Intelligence Agency.

"Mr. Grant, our Daxia patrol fleet is heading towards us at a very high speed."

Captain Blinken's face, in the half-light and half-darkness, looked particularly anxious. He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and there was an obvious tremor in his voice.

"Wealth is found in danger."

Grant stood straight, like an unshakable ice sculpture, his eyes were firm and cold, and he exuded an icy aura that made people shudder. His voice was low and powerful, with a hint of cold and ruthless calmness:

"This is a gamble. If it succeeds, everyone from the crew to you and me can retire and enjoy the rest of our lives... And if it fails, so what? Haven't you already received a deposit that is several times your salary?"

Grant's words shocked Blinken. His eyes became a little flustered, but he still tried to stay calm and replied:

"Yes Yes……"

However, when Blinken heard Grant's words, his face turned pale instantly. His nervous mood did not ease, but became even more anxious because it touched the most sensitive topic in his heart. He stammered:

"But if Daxia finds out that what we are transporting is..."

Before Blinken could finish his words, he was interrupted by Grant's angry shout:

"Shut up!"

Grant's words were like ice, making people feel a chill running down their spines: "Do you think it's too late to hide from some things now?"

He paused, glanced sharply at Blinken, and warned: "Remember, we are a humanitarian organization under the League of Nations. This time we are here to deliver urgently needed medicines and food to the people of South Korea in the war. As for other things, we know nothing."

Blinken swallowed and felt an indescribable dryness in his throat.

He knew very well that he had embarked on a path of no return, and all he could do now was to grit his teeth and move forward.

Blinken tried to catch his breath and relax a little, then asked, "Mr. Grant, I understand."

As soon as Blinken finished speaking, two helicopters were seen speeding from the distance in the night sky ahead. Their outlines were vaguely visible in the moonlight. The rotating blades broke the silence of the night and made a low and continuous buzzing sound.

The helicopter was flying the emblem of the Daxia war flag, indicating its identity - it was undoubtedly a ship-borne helicopter of the Daxia patrol fleet.

"Calm down."

Grant's eyes were fixed on this scene, his expression did not change at all, he just turned his head and said lightly: "Blinken, notify everyone in the fleet to stay calm, remember we are staff employed by the League of Nations."

Blinken took a deep breath, suppressed his panic, quickly picked up the communication equipment, and conveyed Grant's instructions in a slightly hoarse voice.

As the helicopter approached, everyone on the ship tensed up.

The helicopter flew lower, almost brushing the sea level. The strong airflow created layers of waves, causing white foam to appear on the sea surface.

After they circled around the giant ship, the searchlight suddenly turned on, and the dazzling light illuminated part of the ship's hull. Then a voice came from the radio station:

"This is the Daxia Navy. You have entered my blockade area. Please stop immediately and accept identity verification and cargo inspection... I repeat, stop immediately, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

Helicopters flew around the fleet, and their warnings pierced the night sky and spread across the entire sea.

"Notify them to stop the engine, lower the anchor chain, and prepare for inspection."

Grant stood on the bridge, his eyes deep and his voice extremely firm.

As the giant ship slowly stopped, the helicopter also lowered its flying altitude and stayed not far from the deck. The searchlight was still illuminating the hull, while another helicopter lowered a rope ladder. A team of fully armed Daxia naval soldiers quickly descended along the rope ladder and landed smoothly.

"Quick! Take control of the cockpit and make sure no one operates or damages the equipment without authorization." The burly, sharp-eyed naval lieutenant in the lead gave orders loudly.

Blinken and Grant walked out onto the bridge and greeted the approaching Daxia soldiers.

Grant spoke first, his voice full of proper respect and courtesy: "Dear Daxia officer, we are a humanitarian aid team sent by the League of Nations, and we are heading to the South Bang region to deliver urgently needed medicines and food. Here are our relevant documents."

As he spoke, he took out a folder from the small bag he carried with him. The folder contained various supporting documents, including the League of Nations' authorization letter, a list of supplies, and detailed information on all the ships in the fleet.