At the bottom of the sea five kilometers deep, a streamlined submarine floated quietly in the middle of the bottomless trench and slowly moved forward along the trench. The words "Parrot" were written in white paint on both sides of the submarine, and the logo of the Beluga Station was printed in the center of the radar cover.
There was no need to worry about being discovered by USN destroyers because it had far exceeded the maximum diving depth of military submarines. Only professional scientific research submarines could reach this depth. No sonar could detect such a depth of the sea, and no depth charges or radar could threaten it.
In contrast to the quiet posture, the cockpit was already full of jubilation at the moment.
The two pilots sitting in the driver's seat high-fived each other, and the observer put down the headset and whistled excitedly. The captain, with his arms crossed, stood at the door of the cockpit, and a smile appeared on his unshaven face.
They just went out for a stroll, and they got 10,000 credits just like that.
They had never made such easy money.
According to the rules of the station, 70% of the commission income was handed over to the collective, 20% of the equipment maintenance fee was paid directly to the shipyard, and the remaining 10% was the reward for all of them.
Now they faced a problem.
Should they follow this fleet, report the coordinates to NAC, and get the 10,000 credits reward, or should they send someone up, get Zhou Guoping back, and get the 100,000 credits promised by NAC …
"USS Obama must be heavily guarded. It's difficult for us to sneak in. It's better to quit while we're ahead," a crew member suggested hesitantly.
"That's 100,000 credits!" Another crew member's eyes widened. "Why don't we try? Otherwise, what are we doing with those marines? Letting them share the reward for no reason? "
"This is not a try, this is a gamble! If something happens to the target … "
"What are you afraid of? NAC only asked for the coordinates, but they didn't say we should take care of the safety of the target!"
"…"
"Let's listen to what he has to say first and understand the situation on USS Obama." The captain interrupted the quarrel in the cockpit, looked at the observer responsible for contacting Zhou Guoping, and ordered, "If the situation permits, send someone up to try. If it doesn't work, then forget it. "
In the end, it was the captain who spoke that ended the argument in the cockpit.
The observer put on the headset again, entered the communication password provided by Jiang Chen on the tablet, and reconnected to Zhou Guoping's chip. He asked him about his current location and whether his defense was lax. At this time, Zhou Guoping had temporarily left the banquet using the excuse of going to the toilet. He walked into the bathroom cubicle.
"There's a banquet on USS Obama." After confirming that there was no one outside, Zhou Guoping, who was sitting on the toilet, took a deep breath. He connected his consciousness to the chip and sent a message to the crew on the Parrot. "Listen, you don't have a chance. They are watching me very closely. Tell Jiang Chen that the UA has a base in Panama, and all the residents of the colony have been sent there! "
"Are you the only one on board?"
"Yes," Zhou Guoping replied.
"Okay, we'll pass the message to Jiang Chen. But I personally suggest that you tell him such valuable information in person. Then for the reward … Cough! For your safety and personal freedom, we will send a special force to infiltrate the USN fleet. Please wait patiently and cooperate with our rescue operation when necessary. "
"You can't get in at all. Even if you get in, you can't take me away. " Zhou Guoping smiled bitterly. "There are people following me even when I go to the toilet. They won't allow me to stay out of their sight."
"Is that so? Then where are you now? "
Zhou Guoping was slightly taken aback. He was just about to answer that he was in the toilet.
But at this moment, he suddenly regained his composure.
It seemed that he was now out of the sight of the UA …
…
On the road from California to Nevada, the NAC fleet was moving into the depths of the desert. Sitting on the roof of the first truck, Zhang Wei took out a pair of binoculars from his pocket and glanced at the endless yellow sand.
However, all he could see was sand, and there was no trace of human habitation.
To find a military facility buried hundreds of meters underground in this kind of place was tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.
"You better hurry up before I lose my patience," Zhang Wei said irritably as he looked at the black man sitting next to him.
Three days.
Three full days had passed since they set off.
Not to mention the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center, there wasn't even a decent house to be seen. If there was no weather weapon, he didn't mind wandering around in the desert, but they were in a hurry and had to find the place before the UA activated the weather weapon.
For them, every minute was precious.
"You can't blame me." Noticing the impatience in the eyes of the NAC officer next to him, Black Skull defended himself while sweating, "The information you gave me is only a useless map and a name I haven't even heard of."
"Fu * k, if I knew where the specific location is, you would be useless."
Black Skull didn't dare to raise his head after being scolded, and he didn't dare to talk back.
Not wanting to waste his saliva on this guy, Zhang Wei took a sip of mineral water from his backpack and stopped talking.
The caravan continued to move forward for some distance.
At this moment, Black Skull suddenly discovered something and shouted while slapping the roof.
"Wait, stop! Stop! "
The convoy stopped, and without waiting for Zhang Wei to speak, the black man hurriedly jumped out of the car, trotted forward two steps, and then squatted on the side of the road.
Looking at his movements, Zhang Wei frowned slightly, jumped out of the car, and walked to his side.
Black Skull first laid down, put his ear to the ground, and then got up from the ground. His fingers groped back and forth on the dry concrete road.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Wei kicked the guy's butt and frowned.
"A convoy passed by here, about two hours ago. They didn't take the road, but they passed through the middle of the road. " The two mung-bean-like eyes narrowed slightly, and Black Skull looked up at the sand dunes beside the road. "They should be heading north."
"How did you know?" A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Wei's eyes.
The wind here was very strong. In less than ten minutes, let alone two hours, the blowing sand and dust was enough to cover all traces. However, this guy not only saw the problem with this section of the road at a glance, but he could also accurately distinguish the direction of the convoy and even the time.
At least in Zhang Wei's eyes, this section of the road was no different from the section they had passed before.
"The temperature of the Nevada road is very high, and the tires will still leave some traces. I can still feel it by rubbing it with my fingers." Clapping his hands and standing up from the ground, Black Skull touched his pitch-black skull and grinned proudly. "This is how we used to track caravans."
Okay.
From the moment they left, this was the first time Zhang Wei felt that this guy was slightly useful …
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