I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1413: For bounty
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Five kilometers deep below the sea, a streamlined submarine floated quietly in the middle of a deep trench, and moved slowly along the trench. The word "Parrot" is written on both sides of the submersible in white paint. The sign of the Beluga Whale Research Station is printed in the center of the radar cover.
There is no need to worry about being discovered by USN destroyers, because here it has far exceeded the maximum submersible depth of military submarines, which can only be achieved by professional scientific research submarines. There is no sonar that can detect such deep waters, and no deep-water bombs or radars can threaten it.
In contrast to the quiet posture, the cockpit is now jubilant.
The two drivers sitting in the driver ’s seat gave each other high-five, observing that they put down their headphones and whistled in excitement. The captain with his arms crossed his chest stood at the door of the cockpit, and a grin was raised in the corner of his unshaven mouth.
Just went out and walked around and got 10,000 credit points.
They have never made such easy money.
According to the rules of the inspection station, 70% of the commissioned income is turned over to the collective, 20% of the equipment maintenance fee is paid directly to the shipyard, and the remaining 10% is the bonus for all of them .
Now they are facing a problem.
Follow this fleet, report the coordinates to NAC, get the 10,000 credit points, or send someone to get Zhou Guoping back, and get the 100,000 credit points promised by NAC ... …
"Australia must be heavily guarded. It's difficult for us to get in. Let's just take it when we see it." A crew member hesitated.
"That's a hundred thousand credit points!" The other crew member's eyes widened. "Why not try? Or what do we do with those sailors? Let them share bonuses for no reason?"
"This is not a try, this is gambling! If the goal is unexpected ..."
"Afraid of being a fart, NAC only talked about coordinates, but did not say let us take care of the safety of the target!"
"..."
"Listen to what he said and understand the situation on the Xiaoma Bama," interrupted the quarrel in the cockpit, the captain looked at the observer who was in charge of contacting Zhou Guoping and ordered, "If If circumstances permit, send someone to try. If not, then forget it. "
In the end, it was the captain who spoke that ended the debate in the cockpit.
The observing hand put on the headset again, entered the communication password provided by Jiang Chen on the tablet, reconnected to Zhou Guoping ’s chip, and asked him where he is now, and whether his precautions were lax, etc. At this time Zhou Guoping had temporarily passed the urine escape and left the banquet and entered the toilet cubicle.
"A banquet is taking place on the Aubama," confirming that there was no one outside, Zhou Guoping sitting on the toilet took a deep breath, docking his consciousness with the chip, and sent a message to the crew on the Parrot, "Listen, You do n’t have a chance, they watch me very closely. Tell me Jiang Chen, this group of Americans has a base in Panama, and all the residents of the colony were sent there! "
"Is there only you on board?"
"Yes." Zhou Guoping replied.
"Okay, we will tell Jiang Chen for you. But I personally recommend such valuable information, you can tell him personally. Then in order to reward ... cough! For your safety and personal freedom, we will send a Special forces infiltrate the USN's fleet, please be patient and cooperate with our rescue operations if necessary. "
"You can't come in at all. Even if you come in, you can't take me away," Zhou Guoping smiled bitterly. "My last toilet was followed by someone. They wouldn't allow me to stay out of their sight. . "
"Is that true? Where are you now?"
Zhou Guoping froze for a moment, and just wanted to answer that I was in the toilet.
But at this moment, he suddenly recovered.
It seems that he is now out of sight of Americans ...
......
On the road from California to Nevada, NAC ’s convoy is heading deep into the desert. Sitting on the roof of the first truck, Zhang Wei reached out the telescope from his pocket and glanced at the boundless yellow sand.
However, the eyes are full of sand, and no trace of human smoke can be seen at all.
If you want to find a military facility buried in hundreds of meters in this kind of place, it is no different than finding a needle in a haystack.
"You'd better hurry up before I lose patience." Zhang Wei said anxiously, looking at the black man sitting next to him.
Three days.
It has been three days since the departure to the present.
Not to mention the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center, even a decent house was not seen. If he did n’t have any meteorological weapon, he would n’t mind wandering in the desert, but now they are in a hurry, they must find it before the Americans start the meteorological weapon.
Every minute is precious to them.
"This can't blame me," aware of the impatience in the eyes of the NAC officer next to him, the black skeleton sweated to defend himself, "The information you give me is only a map that is not used by fart, and A name I have never heard of. "
"Cao Nima, if I know where the specific location is, I want you to have fart."
The scolded dare not look up, but the black skull only promised not to look back.
Do n’t want to waste saliva on this guy, Zhang Wei took the mineral water from his backpack and took a sip, then stopped talking.
The team drove a little further.
At this moment, the black skull suddenly found something and shouted loudly on the roof.
"Wait, stop! Stop!"
The convoy stopped and did not wait for Zhang Wei to speak. The black man hurriedly jumped off the car, trot forward two steps, and squatted down the road.
Looking at his movements, Zhang Wei frowned slightly, jumped from the car, and walked next to him.
I saw that the **** first got down, put his ear on the ground, then climbed up from the ground again, his fingers groped on the dry concrete pavement.
"What are you doing." Zhang Wei frowned as he kicked this guy's ass.
"A convoy passed by here, probably two hours ago. They did not take the road, but crossed the center of the road." The two green beans seemed to narrow their eyes slightly, and the black skull looked up at the sand dunes beside the road , "It should go to the north."
"How do you know?" Zhang Wei's eyes flashed with surprise.
It's very windy here, not to mention two hours, it won't take ten minutes, and the dust blowing is enough to bury all traces. However, this guy not only can see the problem with this road at a glance, but also can accurately distinguish the direction of the team, even the time.
At least in Zhang Wei's eyes, there is no difference between this section of road and the section they previously passed.
"The road temperature in Nevada is very high, and the tires will still leave a trace after driving from here. You can still feel it by rubbing your fingers." Clapping his hands and standing up from the ground, the black skull touched his black brain, Pride grinned his white teeth, "We used to track caravans like this before."
Okay.
This is the first time Zhang Wei feels that this guy is still a bit useful from going out to the present ...