In the Atlantic Ocean, in the Banana Islands, the Vladimir slipped into the sea like a giant black fish.
On the deck, Haines was holding a satellite phone, and when he heard an explosion inside, he sighed slightly and handed the phone to Kebby next to him.
"Hansen, how long do we have until we get to the scheduled sea," he turned his head sideways in his wheelchair and glanced at Hansen, a buyer crouched on the railing of the deck.
Hansen suddenly rose from the deck, looked over the railing, and stared at the right side of the ship.
"There," the red flame in his eyes grew more and more intense, as if he had been stimulated by something, "the existing house in that sea." ” Following Hansen's finger, Kebby saw several small boats floating on the dark sea, and there seemed to be some red light under the sea from time to time, which looked very strange.
"Turn on the searchlight," Kebby turned to order the black-clad soldier standing on the bridge, "to shine on that sea." ” The several high-wattage searchlights on the bow and roof of the wheelhouse were all turned on with a bang, and the Soviet-made equipment, though crude, was often violent enough.
Hundreds of square meters of sea are illuminated as if it were daylight.
Under the lights, several canoes, apparently in the style of fishing boats, floated alone on the sea, empty and deadly silent.
The water under the canoe bubbled with fine white bubbles, like a bottle of soda with its lid opened, and kept pouring into the air, and the steam was floating into the sky from the water, and the water was boiled.
As the Vladimir approached, someone suddenly shouted: "Look at something in the sea" Kebby ran to the edge of the deck and looked down into the water, where several corpses, boiled and deformed, with white muscles, had been pushed from the bottom of the sea by blisters to the surface, and then sank again, like a piece of meat churning in a hot pot.
The smell of meat filled the air, like stewed pork spilling out of the lid.
"It's a dead man" Seeing the tragic situation of these people, Kebby couldn't help but cover his nose and involuntarily took a few steps back, "Mr.
Haynes, I'm afraid it's really the Fafnir Sect Master down here, it's not dead yet" "As a suzerain, it's almost immortal."
Haines pressed the electric button on the wheelchair, and the exquisitely made wheelchair quietly slipped to the side of the deck, and he stared intently at the boiling sea for a while, and said, "I don't see anything like red blood vessels in the sea."
Kebby leaned over the railing and looked at it through the incandescent light of the searchlight, and sure enough, there was something like seaweed in the sea that was swaying in the water, dark red, like human veins, and like the tentacles of Mizuki, it looked very soft.
"See, what is that," Kebby felt sick at the thing.
"It is the tentacles attached to the cocoon of the body of the suzerain, when the suzerain is severely injured, it will enter a stage of cocoonization, at this time it will enter a state of suspended animation, these tentacles are its tools to absorb nutrients from the surrounding environment and protect itself, and the instant weapon is the organ of feeding."
"You mean it's eating people," Kebby took a few steps back, thinking that it would be farther away, lest the tentacle pounce on the ship and use itself as food.
"The followers are really unreliable," Haynes sighed softly, and turned to Hansen, "The location is right, it's here." ” He began to maneuver his wheelchair to the spiral staircase under the cab, and a black-clad soldier pressed the button on the spiral staircase, and after the rolling sound, the stairs were paved to become an accessible passage for the disabled.
The wheelchair drove silently down the passage to the bridge, and a black-clad soldier pushed him to the railing at the highest point of the bridge, where he could see the entire deck of the Vladimir.
"Let's get to work" With Haines' order, the deck began to get busy, and the huge boom weighed one hundred and fifty tons, enough to lift the dragon cocoon in the sea.
Several black-clad soldiers ran to the side of the ship and climbed aboard a small oval submarine hanging from the side of the ship, this submarine looked no different from those submarines conducting underwater scientific research, the orange shell, five meters long, one point eight meters in diameter, and two mechanical arms at the front of the submarine, which could take samples in the water or do some tinkering and so on.
"Be careful, the water temperature in the center of this body of water is now 800 degrees, and the temperature at the bottom is even higher, just touch it and it will be cooked" Hansen commanded a few people to get into the submarine, and he was the last one to go in.
"Test air pressure and individual valves" "It's done, everything is fine."
"Test the power plant."
"Tested complete, normal."
"Imaging device testing."
"OK, OK" "Console, Leech One prepares to launch, request to launch" "I'm Dr.
Haynes, and I wish you all the best of luck, and I'm waiting for your good news on the water."
Haines leaned over to the microphone to cheer up the crew in the submarine.
"Doctor, don't worry, I've determined the location of the Fafnir Sect Master underwater, and I should be able to complete the salvage within two disappearances."
Just as the waters of the Banana Islands were in full swing, twenty nautical miles away, a spy ship almost identical to the Vladimir was approaching.
It was a spy ship bigger than the Vladimir, with a variety of satellite dishes and surveillance equipment in motion, and the radar's antenna pot was constantly rotating, capturing all the unusual signals in the nearby seas.
And not camouflaged like it, the hull is silvery-gray with a line of number 6o6 painted on it.
In the control room, a British first mate picked up the microphone and started calling. 6o6, currently located 25 nautical miles southwest of the Banana Islands, our radar detected an unusual signal that a suspected Soviet spy ship was 7 nautical miles east of the island, appearing to be at anchor.
I asked the center to call up satellite monitoring and do a detailed investigation and analysis. 6o6, your message has been received, we will call up the satellite screen immediately, please stay where you are and wait for instructions. ” The first mate put down the microphone, turned around and walked out of the control room, and said to a sailor: "Notify the captain immediately, and in addition, inform Mr.
John on the ship and let him go to the control room."
The sailor saluted, answered yes, and quickly descended the spiral ladder. 6o6 has been wandering around the nearby waters these days, and the military has sent a total of three such ships, obviously performing some important mission, and there are I6 people on each ship, and I don't know what important people are looking for. 6O6 also listened to some information as a spy ship, but it was very strange that the Ministry of Defense soon issued an order to seal all the surveillance data of that night and hand it over to the I6 agents who came to take over.
"What the hell is going on" The first officer, an experienced Royal Navy officer, had encountered such a thing for the first time, and walked out of the control room and looked in the direction of the east.
Suddenly there was a rumbling thunder in the sky, and lightning streaked through the red clouds, which looked very strange, and a wave of uneasy emotions crept into the hearts of the first mate
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