People are clamoring all day long that the country has no status and refuses visas everywhere. When the people are out, there is no rescue or evacuation of overseas Chinese. They cannot travel around the world like European and American passports. There is no strong army that can protect them at any time. But they have thought about how much effort the country and even those unknown special front personnel have put into every collision with other countries?

Needless to mention China itself, Britain used strong ships and cannons to break through colonies since the 18th century, and the United States used a lot of blood to break through the defenses of various countries in World War II. Where can the rights of citizens of those world powers be so easy to obtain?

Only when the country is truly strong can we start doing these things bit by bit!

Almost synchronized. When Buck and Lao Yang found an office and started watching the TV news hanging on the wall, Ah Nu also jumped and asked for Wu Mengxi's tablet computer. Little Maxim and the others had left Malaysia and returned to Thailand, passing the photos and videos he took.

The Malaysian TV news was aerialized. Helicopters hovered above the freighter. Dozens of broken fishing boats could be seen trying to stop the freighter from leaving. Two white police ships sprayed water columns at the fishing boat. After a fireboat's thick water dragon joined, the fishing boat gradually dissipated. However, those long-distance close-ups of crying screaming were more like fishermen being victims, and where were pirates?

Buck softly described the entire details of last night to Lao Yang, and the hull structure looked down and made it easier for him to describe: "Here, I should have shot a pirate here and fell from here. Originally, our idea was to try not to suffer casualties, but is it more beneficial to us to anger these fishermen?"

The security supervisor is a little excited. As a policeman, he is probably a little unbelievable about this kind of lawless operation space.

The Chinese commentary on TV tells the characteristics of this pirate attack. In the sound of the helicopter rotor, the camera can also see several men in black wearing tactical vests surrendered. Buck pointed at Lao Yang. The next shot was on the shore. A large number of photographic lenses were aimed at the handsome blonde guy. Little Maxim was very pretentious in English: "We are a legal armed security company. After we get help, we arrived at the scene to rescue the crew and hostages. We did not violate international law and the laws of relevant countries. We completed humanitarian rescue in international waters!"

Buck took Xiao Xiao to point out the names of these people to Lao Yang: "You may know them in the future, but remember, try to keep our Chinese identity clean."

Old Yang was eager to try it out with a bitter face: "Can I go for plastic surgery and become a Korean?"

Buck laughed. There were many comments on the news below. Several channels were broadcast in various languages, almost the same as the official view. This was just an ordinary pirate hijacking case. The armed security company that rushed to the news was intervened neatly. At this time, many commentators were discussing whether this was a good solution.

Because there are frequent accidents in this sea area jointly managed by Singapore, Malaysia and Indonesia, but because the gap between countries is difficult to manage, the Strait of Malacca, which accounts for one-third of the world's maritime transportation, is almost the lifeline of oil transportation for Japan, South Korea and China. These three East Asian economic powers have proposed to assist in the security management of the Strait of Malacca more than once. Malaysia and other countries will certainly regard it as foreign countries and are very alert, but they cannot manage it themselves. If it is not resolved as soon as possible, they will be intervened sooner or later...

As a domestic city policeman, Lao Yang may have never thought about the problem like this before. It can be seen that he is trying hard to follow this international thinking and listen attentively. Buck has to get used to it: "Some of these experts also have their own interests..."

Yangpu City still has the thinking pattern of the vast majority of Chinese people: "Why doesn't Singapore help China? Are they not Chinese countries?"

Buck smiled: "There are Chinese ministers in the United States. They are Singaporeans first, and everything focuses on Singapore's interests. Even from some of the information I have seen, Singapore is less friendly than the surrounding Southeast Asian countries. Don't just think that if you are Chinese, you will have no bottom line to help. Everything depends on your interests."

Lao Yang really needs to change his mindset and nodded frequently: "It seems that I want to read more books and newspapers. I have never thought about many things before, so take it slowly."

Bucky: "Don't worry."

Fang Lingying poked her head playfully and said, "So you are here... Oh, hello, Director Yang! Long time no see..." Her expression was corrected.

Yangpu City is much more relaxed: "It is more appropriate to call me Lao Yang or Supervisor Yang now. Should I call you Mrs. Ba?"

Fang Lingying curled her lips: "It's the concubine."

Old Yang was stunned for a moment and laughed. Fang Lingying was not entangled in this issue: "The editing is done over there, I'll ask you to take a look..."

Buck asked Lao Yang to come over together.

The little pirate in the studio had changed back to new clothes. Buck checked the injuries on her shoulder and asked Ah Nu to take over his bandage work. The Burmese boy did not realize his brother's "sincere intentions", and he laughed and helped the little pirate wearing a vest to clean up.

In the office next to it, on the three parallel screens on the video editing stage, Ye Mingjing, Wu Mengxi and several media directors and supervisors were watching together, and one of them explained to Buck: "Duote and text translation have been delayed for a while..."

Buck nodded and looked like the boss, and Lao Yang returned to what the security supervisor should have. He pulled out a walkie-phone from his waist and pinched it in his hand, and stood at the door to watch with his hands staggered in front of his lower abdomen.

The picture was very professional. First, there were many scenes taken by Little Maxim and the others before the police arrived when it was light dawn. The editing was a bit professional and quick switching. It was just that it was very lively but in fact it didn't see anything clearly. Then there was a voiceover for the little pirates who appeared: "This is the pirate who was taken to the hospital for injuries in the pirates in the Strait of Malacca this morning...the pirates were sent to the hospital for injuries."

The little pirate sat on the stool with his eyes very free, sometimes confused, sometimes careless, just looking at the camera without focusing on his attention. The close-up range from her feet to deliberately soaking in blood stains and finally concentrated on his face. It lasted for a long time, and it felt like watching some rare animals in the zoo.

This is what Fang Lingying felt the most uncomfortable when she heard about this idea before.

But it must be very effective, and will make everyone, even the whole world wonder what the pirate looks like?

Although the tone of the translator in charge of the question was voice-over, he could hear it with a calm smile: "What's your name?" "How old are you..." Someone introduced to Buck that this is Malay Turkish in the coastal area, which belongs to Indonesian, but is 80% close to Malay.

After several questions in a row, the little pirate looked around and avoided answering. Then a small cart pushed over. In the picture, the little pirate skillfully grabbed a red plastic lighter from the table, squeezed an ordinary cigarette, and lit it quickly. Then he took a long greedy breath and spit out the blue smoke!

The face that was actually still unopened was almost dark brown, and the weather-beaten face and tender eyes formed an unbelievable sense of unreality. The translator tried to ask her again and responded: "Aikenler, fifteen years old..." His voice was slightly hoarse, and Buck could only get the message by looking at the Chinese and English subtitles below.

"Are you a pirate?"

"no!"

"Did you board that cargo ship last night?"

"……Yes."

"Are you going to grab things?"

"……yes."

"Isn't that a pirate?"

"I don't know...we didn't eat."

"What do you want to do in the future?"

"have no idea!"

"What do you like the most?"

"have no idea……"

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

"……have no idea……"
Chapter completed!