Sure enough, Taylor saw a guy in a black combat uniform lying dead next to the hatch.
Unlike the other sailors, he was not wearing a Royal Navy uniform, and his death was better than that of Lieutenant Commander Jack, with several bullet holes in his chest, and the blood on them had dried up and formed purple scabs.
The most striking thing is that this man's hair is neatly combed with gold, and his head is relatively long, which is very different from the board head of ordinary naval officers and sailors.
Taylor walked over and crouched down beside the corpse. 6O6 has been missing for three days, and all the people on board had died three days ago, otherwise as long as one person is still awake, the ship's damaged power system can be reactivated, connected to the communications equipment vendor, and re-connected with the command.
The lieutenant colonel smelled a hint of rancid odor and couldn't help frowning.
He moved the light of the tactical flashlight to the guy's hand, reached out, and removed the palm facing down.
Sure enough, there was a 4o below, and like other people's guns, the sleeve was also parked in an empty compartment and hung up, and all the bullets were gone.
Taylor knew very well that this was an agent on his crew list, belonging to the I6 Africa Division, an intelligence analyst, and the only one who wore no uniform, had a sleek head, and used a precision pistol like 4O.
"Let everyone check it out, figure out the cause of death of everyone on the ship and the bullet holes and shells in every corner."
Taylor ordered the SAS young officer, "If I'm not mistaken, there are only these three shells in this boat." ” He placed two pistol cartridge cases and a 185A1 assault rifle cartridge case in the palm of his hand and tossed it gently.
Lieutenant Colonel Taylor's order was quickly conveyed to the headset of every SAS team member participating in the search and rescue operation, and after the command was transmitted, the smart young officer suddenly realized a problem and couldn't help asking: "Sir, what do you mean?"
Taylor looked up, got up from the ground, and sighed: "What do you suspect can be said directly. ” "Yes," said the young officer, "you mean, the people on this ship are all dead under the guns of their own people."
As soon as the words came out, the young officer also seemed to feel that his reasoning was too ridiculous, and did not go any further.
Taylor stepped out of the cockpit and over to the ship's railing, from which he could see the entire deck of the 6o6 spy ship, his slightly hot head finally calmed down a little as the fresh sea breeze blew by.
"Have someone immediately restore the power and power supply systems of the entire ship, and send someone who is proficient in communication equipment to the wheelhouse to restore the communication system as well."
The young officer of the SAS "Sir" seemed to have some scruples, and according to the rules of operation, it was not advisable to hastily restore power until the entire ship was thoroughly searched, otherwise the lights would alarm the lurking enemy.
"Do as I say."
Taylor glanced at the young officer, who was somewhat responsible, and gave the order in an unquestioning tone: "There will be nothing else on board except the dead bodies of the officers and men of the navy."
Soon, the technician went to the cab, and after some inspection and repair, he also reported to Taylor in confusion: "Sir, the equipment here and all the communication equipment and hard disk data have not been tampered with and are intact." ” This was supposed to be a piece of news to celebrate, but Taylor's brow furrowed even more when he heard it, and he almost twisted it into a ball.
"What about the power system?"
"It's not a big deal, it's just that a bullet hit the relay assembly, causing a short circuit in the whole line, I've already connected it, should I connect the circuit now?"
asked the technician.
Taylor nodded, and the technician adjusted the gate to the "no" position, and the pitch-black 6O6 suddenly lit up, illuminating the nearby seawater.
"Team B1 reported that after the inspection of the deck and control room, only one type of cartridge casing remained, all of which were fired from a Navy 185A1 assault rifle, and the preliminary examination of the bullet holes was also consistent, all of which were caused by 185A1 assault rifle fire."
"Team B2 reported that the cabin was inspected, and the situation was exactly the same as that of Group B1, there were no living people, and there was only one type of cartridge casing, which belonged to the 185A1 assault rifle" The reports of several sub-groups are the same, and there is nothing new.
The young officer standing beside Lieutenant Colonel Taylor became more and more surprised, and seemed to fit his own ridiculous reasoning that there was no enemy invasion on board at all, and that everyone was dead under each other's guns.
If so, then the disappearance was not the result of an enemy attack, and there was no third party involved, but an internal strife.
There may even be a riot These terrible years crossed the young officer's mind, making him almost suspect that he was dreaming.
The British Royal Navy has always been known for its loyalty, especially for these officers and soldiers who served on spy ships, because their contact was confidential, so they were even more out of a hundred, especially in loyalty.
Riots and infighting on such military vessels would tarnish the title of the Royal Navy.
"Look at the people on the side of the boat" A SAS team member leaned down from the side of the boat and saw a sailor being dumped in a climbing net on the side of the boat.
The climbing net is convenient for the personnel of the dinghy, usually tied and placed on the side of the boat, when you want to use it, unfasten the button and spread it on the side of the boat, so that the soldiers on the dinghy can board the boat, which is much more convenient than lowering the gangway, so many military ships have always kept this kind of thing.
"Pull him up" Taylor was a little excited, maybe this was a sailor who didn't die.
Although he knew that the possibility of this was very small, after all, a large living person was hung on the net for three days, even if he was alive, he would die due to exposure to the sun, lack of water, hunger and other reasons during the three days.
Several SAS crew members dragged the sailors up, and after some inspection, shook their heads at Taylor on the ship.
"Dead" Taylor turned his head and instructed the technical soldiers: "Restore the communication system immediately, get in touch with the headquarters, report the situation, and say that the ship has been found, the power system is fine, and let them send a pilot team on the nearest ship to take over the ship." ” With that, he strode down the gangway and walked to the side of the ship.
Several SAS soldiers got out of the way, and the lieutenant colonel walked up to the corpse and immediately asked a foul smell.
The body was hung online for several days, and the decomposition was much worse than that of the man in the boat.
As far as the eye could see, I saw that this sailor was the worst death Taylor had seen since he boarded the ship, he had been shot at least dozens of times in the body, and he was strafed into a hornet's nest, and he had been shot at least seven or eight times in the head alone, and half of his head was missing.
"Damn it, didn't there be a living mouth" Taylor stomped his foot, spat into the sea, and slammed his fist into the railing.
For the SAS team, although they found the ship and took control of it, there were a total of seventy-two crew members and one I6 agent on board, and none of them survived, and the operation was not successful, but only completed.
"Lieutenant Colonel Taylor, now a living mouth" Suddenly there was exciting news in the headphones, and Taylor's eyes lit up.
"Where is it":