The huge Grayback Helicopter came and went, and the lights lit up the 6O6 spy ship once again.
Lieutenant Colonel Taylor watched coldly as a skinny man in black slid down from the engine room, and an hour ago, an order suddenly came from the command that an expert would board the ship to investigate everything that was surprising on this ship, and the investigation was now not in the military, but in the hands of the I6.
As a regular soldier, Taylor disliked these intelligence agents who always lived on the dark side of the world, and they always acted with some sneaky flavor.
This reminded him of a series of strange events that had occurred recently, and even made the battle-hardened veteran wonder if there was a shady conspiracy, and that those non-human creatures on the land of Sierra Leone might be monsters that escaped from a national laboratory, including the spy ship 6O6, and perhaps it was the involvement of such strange events that made things mysterious.
When the man in black landed on the deck, Taylor greeted him, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the appearance of the person who came.
The man in black untied the rope and lifted the beanie over his head, revealing a gray chicken nest.
"Lieutenant Colonel Taylor" stretched out his hand and introduced himself: "I'm Professor Christian, an investigative expert sent by i6. ” To Taylor's surprise, the old man looked seventy or eighty years old, but he didn't expect to reach out so vigorously, and just now I saw the swift movement of him descending from the helicopter, and I thought he was an operative "Hello, I'm Lieutenant Colonel Taylor, I've received orders from the command, and the investigation here requires my cooperation, just let me know. i6, but Taylor still tried to maintain the demeanor of an English gentleman, and shook hands with the old man who called himself Christian.
"I've heard you've done a preliminary check-up, and I'd like to know what's going on," Professor Christian said, gesturing to the cab, "and we'll talk as we go." ” Taylor told Christian everything he and his men had found on the ship, and when he heard that there was no sign of an invasion on board, Christian stopped.
"I heard you found a living mouth" "That's right."
"Where" "In the crew quarters below deck."
"Take me to see it."
Professor Christian made a gesture of please.
The two of them descended the deck ramp down the crew's quarters, and the atmosphere was a little tense with two heavily armed SAS team members guarding the door.
"I have to warn you, Mr.
Christian, that the living man is Sergeant Clive, but," Taylor tilted his head, as if considering what adjectives to use to describe Clive's current state.
"He's not in good shape right now, you have to be prepared."
Taylor said as he pushed open the hatch.
Clive was now handcuffed to the foot of an iron bed in the dormitory, half-sitting on the ground like a dead fish against the wall, staring straight ahead, indifferent to Taylor and Christian coming in, without even rolling his eyes.
Christian noticed a puddle of wetness between Clive's legs and couldn't help but say, "How is he incontinent?"
"Not only was he incontinent, he drank his own urine and even excrement," Lieutenant Colonel Taylor shook his head, "I think he was scared crazy by something and completely broke down." ” "Hmm," Professor Christian churned silently, "It seems that this is still a tricky matter. ” After a moment of silence, Christian said, "Lieutenant Colonel Taylor, can I make a reluctant request?"
"Just say that I have been ordered to fully cooperate with your investigation, and if there is anything I can do to help you, just say it."
Taylor was generous.
"I'd like to be alone with Sergeant Clive for a while, alone," Christian twisted his fingers in the air and rubbed his fingers.
Taylor was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt very displeased in his heart, these people from the secret intelligence agency do things like this, and even they were excluded by them as the commander of SAS.
He didn't want to ask more, it was redundant to ask, it was not the first time he had dealt with such a person, even if he asked to stay at the scene, I am afraid that the other party would come up with the excuse of "state secrets".
"Okay, whatever you want."
Taylor turned and walked out the door, slamming the door shut.
He stood outside and thought about it, walked quickly to the deck, and asked the signal soldier, "Has the monitoring head in the dormitory below been repaired?"
"Fixed, no problem."
The communications soldier replied.
"Where can I see the surveillance footage?"
Taylor asked.
"The second floor of the ship, the monitoring room."
The communications officer pointed to the white building and said, "There is a large monitoring room, which is responsible for monitoring and collecting all information inside and outside the ship. ” Taylor led the Messenger up to the second floor and asked him to bring up the picture of the crew's lounge.
Soon, the surveillance footage was presented in front of Taylor.
In the picture, Christian places his backpack on the ground and pulls out a silver aluminum alloy box, which is obviously usually used to store valuable equipment.
The old man straightened his unkempt head and reached out to spin the cipher device on the aluminum box.
"Something mysterious," Taylor crossed his hand and touched his chin, wondering what the old man would take out of the box.
Christian in the camera seemed to sense something, suddenly stopped what he was doing, and slowly stood up from the ground.
He walked around the break room, as if looking for something "Sir, he seems to be us," the Signal Soldier muttered.
The guys from i6 are really like ghosts, and monitoring and eavesdropping to obtain intelligence is their old job, although they are members of the special forces, but playing this kind of trick in front of this kind of person is probably really a bit of an axe.
Sure enough, Professor Christian stopped in a corner, tilted his head to look in the direction of the camera, then pulled something out of his coat pocket and pressed it in the direction of the camera.
After a strong flash, the surveillance screen suddenly turned into a snowflake, and the signal was cut off.
"Old fox" Taylor gritted his teeth and said: "Is there a way to fix it" The Signal Soldier leaned over the console and banged for a while, then shook his head in disappointment: "He used a laser shooter, which directly caused physical damage to the lens, and the integrated circuit inside was burned, and I can't fix it here, unless I go in and install another probe." ” "f\uck" Lieutenant Colonel Taylor stomped his foot hard, and walked out of the monitoring room in a bit of a rage
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