A sea area in the Pacific Ocean.
The sea was rough and dark.
A U.S.
Navy supply ship from the Hawaiian Navy slowly sailed like a giant whale floating on the water, slowly heading for the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
The ship's side is painted with several white English numbers AKA71.
AKA is the code number for armed cargo ships of the US Navy.
Normally, it will only be dispatched when carrying out dangerous transport missions, and ordinary transport missions will only dispatch ordinary cargo ships with an AK number.
At this time, a mysterious latitude and longitude is set on the ship's GS navigator, and this destination is not marked with any place name on the satellite map, only dense latitude and longitude lines criss-cross, and in the upper left corner of the screen, an X mark keeps flashing, which is the end point of this armed cargo ship.
After Long Yun stepped through the triangular door, he was now on this armed cargo ship.
The longitude and latitude positioning on the GS made him feel excited The Pacific Ocean is all too familiar to the place It's a magical name.
The hatch was suddenly pushed open, and a U.S. second lieutenant wearing a short-sleeved military uniform and holding a notebook with a cowhide cover in his hand walked into the navigation room.
Long Yun was taken aback, the two of them happened to be facing each other, there was no cover in the cabin, and he even saw the name tag on the right chest of the other party's regular uniform, Second Lieutenant James Parker.
Oops, now that he is here in full armor, the officer doesn't know how to react when he sees it.
However, the other party didn't seem to show Long Yun at all, ignored him standing in front of him, walked straight to the navigation instrument table, opened the notebook, stared at the data on the GS, and began to record the navigation data.
"He can't see you."
Hela, as usual, appeared beside Long Yun unconsciously, "You don't exist in this space, Wuerde just manipulated the dimensional space, allowing you to see the past in the high-dimensional space, at this point in time, you don't exist." ” Long Yun breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes raised, and landed on an LCD monitor in the porthole of the cabin roof, on which the green number onjune7,199o danced.
Year 199o This sensitive number once again made Long Yun feel excited, a layer of dark veil that had been covering his heart, there were faint signs of receding, and the true image of everything seemed to be hidden behind this night.
This is not the first time that the navigator in charge of night sailing, Second Lieutenant James, is on a similar mission, and his command is full of experienced U.S.
Navy officers and sailors.
He knew very well in his heart that in the distance, on the dark, unmarked sea, there was an uninhabited island of less than ten square kilometers.
Even in the navy, not many people know about this island.
And those who know it have given it the name Spy Island.
The spy island is far away from commercial routes, not to mention ships, and even civilian aircraft will not fly here, but it is of extraordinary strategic significance for the entire Pacific defense zone.
Since the Cold War, it has been requisitioned by the military as a strategic outpost, and a radar station has been built on the island, and a sea surface remote sensing monitoring system has been installed, which can monitor the activities of Soviet ships and nuclear submarines in the Pacific Ocean, and can also carry out covert blockade surveillance of the first and second island chains off the coast of China.
As the target approached, Second Lieutenant James picked up the walkie-talkie: "Captain, the target is approaching. ” In less than five minutes, Major Rex, a black captain with a slight beard, appeared in the wheelhouse.
"James, it's here," he asked, puffing on his cigar and gesturing to the sea ahead.
James said: "It's already nearby, less than three nautical miles." ” Rex nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie, and ordered: "I'm Captain Rex, end the radio silence immediately." ” After a while, the LCD screen of the communication instrument on the instrument console showed the wave-frequency spectrum, and it was obvious that the radio had all returned to normal.
"X1, I'm Barracuda, please guide us into the port."
Rex switched channels and shouted into the microphone that X1 was the code name for the Spy Island command center.
"X1, I'm a barracuda, please guide me into the port."
There was a short rustle over the intercom, and X1's voice came out of the microphone: "Barracuda Barracuda, please confirm your identity." ” Rexmu reads out the security code mechanically without expression: "Barracuda confirms identity, security code: O1DBS" received the code, confirmation, please wait.
A cold answer came from the X1 command room.
James shrunk his neck from the side, although he knew that this was the usual style of spy islands, but there was one thing he had never understood why this tofu-like island had such a high level of security.
He knew a little about the spy island, and he heard a little about it, and the island was shrouded in fog, as mysterious as some secret land in mythology.
The island has the most advanced defense system, equipped with shore-based anti-ship missiles, Patriot missile interception system, plus the famous American "Vulcan" phalanx close defense system, this Gatling close defense gun, can reach 4ooo per minute, can easily tear a light ship to pieces, can be said to be armed to the teeth.
James heard from an insider that the Pentagon and the Langley headquarters are even more fond of Spy Island, and even spy satellites in the sky often monitor the waters near Spy Island at all times to ensure its safety.
As long as there is any disturbance on the island, F15 fighters from the Hawaiian military port will arrive within fifty minutes.
What was there on this island that deserved so much attention from the Washington, D.C. officials, and James himself didn't understand.
This is the seventh time he has sent supplies here, basically once a quarter, and what he saw on the island is that there are only more than 30 technicians here except for a company of Navy 6 Squad soldiers, a total of only 2oo people, but the supplies delivered each time are enough for 4oo people, and they often transport some secret materials sealed by the CIA and the Pentagon themselves, even as a transport officer, can not get a glimpse of it.
Just as the second lieutenant was full of thoughts, a navigation light suddenly lit up on the sea in the distance.
The incandescent light illuminates the Barracuda all over.
"Lean in."
The captain, Major Rex, gave the order to land, and at that moment, the wheelhouse was suddenly opened, and a man came in from outside.
James glanced at the other party and looked away with a very cold expression.
He really didn't want to deal with this man, this man named Smith was a special agent from the CIA, and he was on his way to spy with the Barracuda.
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In the eyes of these military officers, the CIA often only provides false information to distract themselves and their comrades, and sends them to the bullet-ridden war zone for some purpose that cannot see the light.
And spies are usually cold-blooded creatures, never with any morality.
It will definitely not be as affectionate and righteous as Ethan in Mission Impossible.
In reality, CIA officials are cold-blooded animals, who can do whatever it takes to complete their tasks, even betraying their colleagues, and will find a lot of reasons afterwards, with a face of lofty faith, declaring that it is for the "big picture".
The hard-pressed officers and soldiers felt that the CIA was simply synonymous with conspiracy, and avoided them like snakes and scorpions, and going on missions with these people was simply carrying a time bomb by their side, which really couldn't make people feel comfortable, and they always felt a cold feeling on their backs, as if they were carrying a sharp dagger that would pierce their bodies at any time
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