"We're out of bullets." Zhang Huihui returned with the others. After searching the two armed soldiers she had led her mentors, senior classmates, junior classmates, and fellow students to kill, she took their pistols, combat knives, daggers, and AK47 assault rifles. She skillfully removed the magazines to check them, then spoke to He-El.
No matter who it was, if they fired as crazily as Zhang Huihui, they would eventually run out of ammunition.
"We can pick some up later." He-El raised a hand, signaling them to stay where they were, then tilted his head and listened for footsteps all around, above, and below.
The armed soldiers' footsteps had gradually begun moving away from them, accompanied by the noisy sounds of people starting up and fighting over speedboats.
The pirates from Somalia were hardly a regular army. With more than fifty percent of them already dead, and He-El using voice modulation to imitate their commander and order them to flee, they were now collapsing and scrambling for speedboats to escape.
"Where is the tanker's control room? Does anyone know where their armory is?" He-El swept his gaze over the twelve people behind Zhang Huihui.
A ship's control room was generally located in the middle or rear of the vessel. Some ships also placed it above the bridge, making it easier to control the ship's direction.
The control room contained all kinds of control equipment and instruments, including the steering gear, propellers, compass, radar, GPS, and more. It was not something one person could operate easily, especially not on an oil tanker.
Zhang Huihui's mentors, senior classmates, junior classmates, and fellow students looked at one another. One of the fishermen from the fishing boat they had chartered raised his hand and said uneasily, "I know where the control room is. I don't