The wind and waves still raged at sea.
Several ships rocked unsteadily on the water.
As the warship exchanged fire with the pirates, Dong Xuebin raised his gun and fired three shots, all of them hitting three pirates in the head and killing them instantly. Some people had even seen it with their own eyes: from Dong Xuebin's hiding spot, the bullets would inevitably have had to pass by several hostages' heads, grazing their hair to strike the pirates from that tiny angle. Otherwise, it would have been impossible. Yet he had actually hit them!
Once was luck.
Twice was luck.
But a third headshot—how could that still be luck!?
Everyone stared at the smoking muzzle of Dong Xuebin's gun, utterly shocked!
The colonel pondered for a moment. "Who is that?"
The officer was still stunned. "Captain, could he be from our military?"
"I haven't heard of any other military unit carrying out this mission," the colonel said with a frown.
Another officer said, "But with that marksmanship, and the way he killed those pirates with a knife just now, he definitely isn't an ordinary person!"
That was practically stating the obvious. If he were ordinary, he probably would not even know how to use a gun, much less score headshots with every shot using an AK47 that was not even a sniper rifle and had terrible sights. Even professional soldiers with specialized sniper rifles could not pull that off. Not even the elite snipers temporarily transferred in from other departments could do it. Yet a crewman on an ordinary cargo ship could? That was obviously unrealistic!
Those three shots had truly frightened the soldiers.
Unlike the ragtag pirates, they had undergone professional, systematic training. Naturally, they understood how absurd it was to hit a pirate in the head with