"Hey, isn't the United States very strict against pedophiles? How did a lolicon like you become the chief officer of a submarine? "
I spoke directly to the chief officer in Chinese, and the smart wrist guard translated my words into English after a slight delay.
Of course, the tone was a bit weird, but it was still a bit better than Hawking's synthesized voice. After all, Hawking's voice synthesis system was an old device from ten years ago. It was because that machine's tone had become his trademark that it was used until now.
The lolicon chief officer was clearly stunned after hearing the synthesized voice, but he seemed to have come into contact with many strange things recently, so he quickly understood that I was using the simultaneous interpretation system.
Thus, with the help of the smart wrist guard, the two of us were able to communicate without the help of a translator. Although no translation software is perfect, at least we could understand each other's meaning.
"It's a pity that Miss Ai Mi 'er doesn't sing or act anymore! My daughter is his die-hard fan! My biggest entertainment when I'm on vacation is watching 'The Magic Cauldron' starring Miss Ai Mi 'er with my daughter! My daughter and I will also watch the cartoon 'Rainbow Pony' together! "
Damn, you're using your daughter as a shield to prove you're not a lolicon? Just because you like 'Rainbow Pony' means you're a lolicon! Director Cao is a member of the 'Hermes' group that also likes' Rainbow Pony '!
I said a few perfunctory words to the chief officer. In order to get his cooperation, I told him that I might help him get an autograph after the incident, but I can't guarantee that there will be lip marks on the autograph.
The chief officer bargained with me, saying that if there were no lip marks, he hoped to get two autographs for him and his daughter. I said that as long as the incident can be perfectly resolved, everything is negotiable.
After getting my promise, the chief officer became full of energy. He took the initiative to invite me to visit the command room and meet the submarine captain.
After passing through a narrow hallway, I followed the chief officer to the even more crowded command room. The sonar system was flashing green and emitting beeping sounds, the lookout was on standby near the periscope, and the communications officer was reporting to his superior. The chief engineer who passed by me had a face full of bad luck, and his right thumb was wrapped in a thick bandage.
The captain was in his fifties. He was a very old-fashioned American military officer. It was said that he didn't agree with escorting me to Guantánamo Bay. However, following orders was a soldier's duty, so he could only keep his dissatisfaction to himself.
Seeing the first mate excitedly bring me to the command room, the captain's weathered forehead was instantly filled with wrinkles.
"Sam, why did you bring this China boy here? Don't forget that his mother is classified as a level 10 terrorist threat. I don't think he's trustworthy. "
The captain bullied me because I didn't understand English. He didn't know that after I put on the smart wristband, it was like watching an English movie with subtitles. I could understand his conversation with the first mate.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest in disdain. "Who cares about being trusted by you Americans? If it wasn't for your American government having ulterior motives and wanting to make some secret deals with Ai ShuQiao, then there wouldn't have been a series of troubles! "
When my response was translated into English and played in a synthetic voice, all of the soldiers in the command room, except for Chief Officer Sam — including the senior officer who had a strong opinion of me — were dumbfounded. They couldn't understand why I could suddenly understand English and talk to them in a voice similar to Hawking's.
After the first mate explained my smart wristband, the captain's weather-beaten face calmed down after a short moment of surprise. He said to me in a serious tone:
"You Chinese people annoy me the most. You're only a little better than the Russians! We're about to enter Guantánamo Bay. Go back to your cabin and stop wandering around and stealing our military information! "
"Hmph, you hate the Russians and you're driving a Kilo-class submarine that you stole from the Russians?"
The air in the command room was filthy due to the large number of people. I left after complaining. The first mate followed behind me and apologized for the captain's rudeness in a low voice because he was concerned about Ai Mi's autograph. From an American's point of view, this lolicon was definitely a disgrace to the country.
I remember it was mentioned in a Discovery movie that Guantánamo Bay is horseshoe-shaped and is divided into two parts, the inner harbor and the outer harbor. The entrance is only 3 kilometers wide and has great strategic value.
"Drain!" "Float!"
The two sentences in English were immediately translated into subtitles. I knew the submarine was about to enter the harbor.
In order to avoid being tracked by the Black Holy Infant, the submarine intentionally turned off all external communications. When dealing with the port sentry tower's inspection, they basically relied on shouting to communicate. However, in order to save time, the first mate found a special flashlight used by the US Navy. His upper body was exposed outside the submarine. When the distance between the two sides didn't allow for shouting, he used the flashlight switch to type Morse code to the sentry tower.
"Don't tell that joke about big buttocks again!" When the submarine passed by the sentry tower, the soldiers guarding the tower shouted back at Sam. It seems that this joke was very popular among the Navy, and the other party's ears were already calloused from hearing it.
The temperature in Cuba was much hotter than Dong Shan City. Not only was the temperature in Guantánamo Bay on the high side, but the humidity often reached 90%. Dr. Yu reminded me not to wear too thick clothes, so I only wore an unlined shirt over a tight black tank top, a pair of breathable pants, and a pair of light sneakers.
Dr. Yu and the first mate Sam followed me into Guantánamo Bay. Zhuang Ni stayed in the submarine because she wasn't feeling well, probably because I pinched her. She was on standby at the port with the other crew members.
Guantánamo Bay was the place where the United States imprisoned foreign terrorist suspects after the September 11 terrorist attacks. It was called a detention camp, as though the prisoners were only temporarily detained. In fact, the prisoners didn't enjoy the treatment of prisoners of war, and they couldn't hire a lawyer. As long as the US government wasn't satisfied, they could be detained until they died.
Stepping out from the oppressive interior of the submarine and onto land, my field of vision suddenly opened up. Under the blue sky, the low barracks surrounded by barbed wire stood on the sand. Every fifty meters, I could see a sentry tower with a machine gunner.
The armed American soldiers stared at us vigilantly. Not far behind them, I saw prisoners in white shirts playing volleyball in the sand surrounded by barbed wire. However, they were using a soccer ball.
Seeing that the prisoners were having fun, I couldn't help but ask, "Isn't Guantánamo Bay a living hell? What's wrong with these prisoners? Are they doing this to give me, a visitor, face? "
"These people don't have a high level of danger, or they have a good attitude," the first mate Sam explained to me. "Guantánamo Bay is made up of five areas. Visitors can only go to areas 1, 4, and 5. Areas 2, 3, and the punishment cells are off-limits …"
Although Ai ShuQiao's danger level was presumed to be level ten, she was transferred to a single cell in area five due to her good attitude. Although the guards maintained the highest level of vigilance, and the cell was relatively small, at least she didn't have to squeeze with the other prisoners. She could maintain her basic dignity.
The deeper we went, the more barbed wire there were. The sentry towers and patrols inside and outside the camp were heavily guarded by American soldiers. They were on high alert, not letting go of any suspicious movements. The soldiers' expressions became more and more solemn. Many of them used military tape to cover the names on their uniforms. This was because a detainee had once threatened to kill the detainee's entire family after seeing the surname on the US military uniform.
After we passed through two iron gates equipped with electromagnetic induction security devices, we entered area five where Ai ShuQiao was being held. Since the smart wristband didn't have the ability to communicate with the outside world, I was allowed to bring it in after being inspected.
From what I could see, the barracks in area five weren't much more spacious than the submarine. The floor of the corridor was made of brown marble, allowing at most three people to walk side by side. The single cells were very close to each other. The cell doors were thick iron gates that were painted vermilion red. There was an observation window at the top and a food delivery window in the middle. Heavy steel bars were used to seal the iron gates.
After he brought me to cell 113, Chief Officer Sam stopped. I noticed that this was the only cell that had two extra soldiers guarding it.
"You have fifteen minutes to meet," Dr. Yu told me. "If you exceed fifteen minutes, you will have to report to General Muller, the person in charge of the detention camp. Also, your conversation will be recorded … Do you understand?"
I nodded. It seemed that once you were locked up in Guantánamo Bay, you couldn't have any privacy.
After Dr. Yu and Chief Officer Sam were taken away by the soldiers, the cell door opened. I stepped into the cell hesitantly. Then, I saw Ai ShuQiao, who was wearing a white shirt like the other prisoners.
Ai ShuQiao sat behind a wooden square table. There was a wooden chair across from her. It was prepared for me. I guessed that many people had sat on this chair to interrogate her.
The cell was almost empty except for a folding bed. Such a simple and crude environment was a great irony to the big capitalist Ai ShuQiao. It was unknown if she regretted what she had done at this time.
"You're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Ai ShuQiao's face was paler than usual. She clasped her fingers on the table and spoke to me with a tired tone.
Her curly hair was still shiny, but her lips were chapped due to lack of moisture. Even the two pearl earrings on her earlobes weren't as shiny as they used to be.
I didn't answer and sat across from her in silence. The heavy cell door was closed from the outside.
There was a camera in the upper right corner of the cell pointing in our direction, reminding us that our conversation was being monitored by the US military.
Ai ShuQiao's eyes lost their former majesty. She spoke to me in a sad tone that had never been there before:
"Ye Lin, the reason I called you here is because no one else believed me … Now I realize that I am also a victim. I was used by Klinger!"
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