"Boss! It's bad!"
The pirate leader was with a few of his men, burning cables at the ventilation duct in the safety room when he heard a lot of shouts and cries.
He looked back unhappily, "What is it? What's with the panic?!"
"There...There are three naval ships approaching! One of them looks like a ten thousand-ton cruiser..." The subordinate reported, panting heavily.
The pirate boss's face changed, questioning incredulously, "Are you sure? Even if it's a Russian oil tanker, they don't have to dispatch a ten thousand-ton cruiser as protection."
Indeed, a ten thousand-ton cruiser!
Such ships are rare worldwide, and many nations don't own even one!
This oil tanker carries merely seventy to eighty thousand tons of oil, not gold.
Was there a need to send a massive cruiser for protection...?
"I... I'm sure! Also, they have two helicopters flying towards us…" The subordinate continued, his face ashen.
At this, the pirate boss leapt to his feet.
