The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 40: The League of Two-Headed Owls (Part 1)

"Tell me this is not a submarine." Gu Tie said,

"This is a submarine." Asada Yuyama said,

"Tell me we are just taking a submarine to take a bigger boat." Gu Tie said,

"Let's go directly to Tokyo Bay." Asada Yuyama said,

The Chinese looked at the Ryukyu people speechlessly, with an expression of contempt: "Lao Qian, Lao Qian, you have been so naive after so many years of revolutionary struggle. It is beyond my imagination. From a security perspective There is no worse means of transportation than a submarine. Lock yourself in a large stainless steel tank and throw it into the water. Once you encounter an emergency, there is no way to escape in time. It is your freedom to drive this big coffin to Tokyo. , But I don’t want to be your second passenger on the Titanic, please, goodbye."

Asada looked at him calmly, "You don’t know Japan, a self-righteous Chinese, and we are full of contraband, we will be intercepted by the police before entering the Greater Tokyo area, and the quantum network routing cluster bombing in Malaysia After that, the entire Japanese police became highly active, and even those who rode morning exercises on bicycles had to be searched at temporary checkpoints. Electronic police dogs could smell the gunpowder from the shooting three days ago, let alone so many explosives. My submarine is completely different from what you imagined. Don’t make rash judgments about things you don’t understand."

Gu Tie was stunned for a moment, "I accept what you said, I don't know much about Japan, but as far as the submarine itself is concerned..."

Asada stopped talking, climbed the gangway with both hands, and swung into the shaft of the submarine like a gibbon. Gu Tie hesitated, sighed, and jumped into the submarine cabin. As imagined, the inner space of the submarine was quite small. The adult man could not stand upright. The driver’s seat was close to the bulkhead. A small crew seat was piled up with diving suits, underwater impact spears and other equipment. The old man was already sitting unceremoniously in the driver’s seat, Gu Tie squeezed in in an awkward posture, threw the debris on the ground, and barely sat on the passenger seat, with his head tilted to cater to the smooth curve of the bulkhead,

"It's not like a Japanese product." The Chinese commented with a pouted mouth: "Japanese products don't pay so much attention to ergonomics. Even a small Japanese car will make people sit comfortably. Let me say, This design idea of ​​form greater than function must have originated in France."

"Correct." Asada pressed his palm on the console, his fingerprints, body temperature and dna probe confirmed his identity at the same time. The green signal light turned on, and the inner wall of the submarine suddenly became completely transparent, revealing everything from the outside world clearly. When he came out, a big taki fish swam by. Gu Tie looked around in amazement. The shallow sea less than ten meters deep showed a turbid turquoise green. When he raised his head, he could see the cylindrical connecting structure under the pier wooden house. The light shines through the water surface to illuminate the bottom of the sea. The seabed is about 80 meters deep. You can barely see the rocks, seaweeds and bottom-dwelling fish on the bottom. This feeling is like sitting in a transparent bubble suspended in the sea, if it is not an eye-catcher The seats, appearance, sundries and old Ryukyu men really feel like roaming in a fairyland.

"Impressive." Gu Tie had to admire, "That sentence, formalism and aesthetics are more meaningful than functionality."

"This is an'Amber'-class special submarine, which was obtained by Brauser Lafontaine of the'First Empire' with the help of '100 million jade pieces.' It has not been invented. With the absolutely confidential design of the French First Design Bureau, the'Amber' class can ramp up every heavily guarded port in the world, even military ports." Asada casually said, he pressed a button, data, Charts and passive sonar information appeared on the holographic bulkhead. “The French built a total of three ships. One was placed in the research institute of the French First Design Bureau. One was sunk due to a fuel cell explosion, and the other. Right here, due to a certain design flaw, the'Amber' class was not able to produce energy, and all the design materials were destroyed. We are actually riding a submarine that does not exist."

Gu Tie has an image of a proud French man with an exaggerated moustache and a proud French man. The leader of the ipu organization who always claims to be the first emperor of France, Napoleon Bonaparte, is a man of magical powers, but he has a real personality. It was boring. He spent a few seconds thinking, "The fuel cell exploded... Judging from the shape of the transparent shell, this submarine is in the shape of a drop, the front passenger compartment is so small, and the rear propulsion system is surprisingly small. , Ordinary fuel cells can’t provide enough horsepower and endurance, they must use the latest..."

"Metal hydrogen fuel cell." The Ryukyu people gave the answer indifferently. There was a slight vibration, the turboprop began to rotate, the overhead hatch was closed, the airtight valve locked the hatch, and the suspension hook detached. The "Amber" class submarine is suspended in the not-so-clear water of Yokohama Port,

"In other words, we are driving this submarine with explosives 500 times higher than the explosive power of TNT." The Chinese clapped their hands gently,

"Correct." Asada said sullenly, "Despite many defects, the output power and endurance of metal-hydrogen fuel cells are much higher than conventional power submarines. At the same time, it is much quieter than nuclear-powered submarines. It is almost perfect power. Choose."

"I'll do the math." Gu Tie raised his finger cooperatively, "Three submarines and one exploded. The accident rate is only 33.3%. According to probability calculations, probably one of us will survive. ,,, I withdrew the foreword, this is not a simple steel coffin, but simply shut us in the shell of the'little boy' (the nuclear warhead that the United States dropped on Hiroshima), Lao Qian."

The Ryukyu people simply ignored his attitude, "Cruising to Tokyo Port at a speed of 20 knots, and sneaking in through the h-133 waterway. There is an underwater cave suitable for anchoring in the foundation of Taiyang Fenghaizhuang in Toyomi-cho. We will The submarine is parked there and landed from the secret waterway behind the bottoming market. Is there a problem?"

"There is a big problem." Gu Tie raised his eyebrows: "We were still discussing the battle plan just now. We didn't take any feasible solutions. You took me to see your secret base, and then you pulled me into this one. A **** submarine with explosives as diesel, do you want me to accompany you to blow up the Metropolitan Police Department building."

"Ten hours’ journey is enough for you to come up with a plan." Asada Yuyama pushed the joystick, the propeller moved the sea silently, and the "Amber" class submarine began to turn, "Betting on what you Chinese are proud of. Talent."

"Bet on your big fart of the Sea of ​​Japan." Gu Tie said angrily, aggrieved and shrank in his seat, looking at the school of fish passing by outside, thinking nervously,

The submarine leaves the private dock and sneaks into the dark deep sea quietly,

At the same time, somewhere in Asia, which is two thousand kilometers away from the port of Yokohama, Japan, with a time difference of one hour, several people are gathering in a dimly lit room, staring at the pale male corpse on the morgue bed.

"It can be said that it is a failed product. Lucifer has made no achievements in modulating the Son of God in recent years. I think the council needs to reconsider the existence of this department and allocate resources to more important areas.,, for example, The most important Leviathan." said a very fat black man. He was wearing an oversized white suit with a beige panama yard on his huge head. Even compared with his body, this head is surprisingly big. , So that the straw hat on the top of the head and the glasses on the bridge of the nose look like small and cute children’s toys,

"Ah, yes, of course, I agree. Let’s continue to cut funds and let Lucifer disappear from the fraternity completely. The speaker may agree to it. I will take the initiative to submit my resignation. You are welcome, that’s me. What should be done, this blasphemy behavior should have been terminated long ago. May the Father in heaven forgive my sins." The man standing opposite him put a cross on his chest. This is a kind-looking old man, thin and tall. Wearing a red vestment of the highest grade of Catholicism, he nods to apologize when he speaks, revealing the virtues of modesty and tolerance,

"You're done, fat man." The woman leaning against the corner said, "The cardinal has added you to the blacklist. Whenever you make a mistake, Lucifer’s laboratory will have an extra fat The greasy test specimen, the fat body was covered with antiseptic grease, the cute little thing between the legs was wrinkled and shrunk due to ischemia, ha ha ha...Even if I imagine this picture, it makes me excited. "This woman is wearing the traditional black robe of a Muslim woman, and she is covered with black veil. Only a pair of amber eyes are exposed all over her body, but no man dared to stand near her, even with the black robe. The woman still exudes fatal sexual temptation, like a queen bee in the mating season, stimulating the primitive impulse of the man. When she talks, the woman shook her body slightly, and her astonishingly full chest rippled with thrilling waves through the black robe. The men across from her couldn’t help but swallowed together,

Dvoru, with blond shoulders and a decent black hand-made suit, frowned slightly, and said: "I should take the main responsibility for this failure. It is my idea to refuse support. The ghost that appears with the selected person. The warrior made me feel a little slack, and I will personally confess my guilt to the Speaker."

"Don't blame yourself too much, Lion." The old man with broad shoulders and strong muscles patted Dvoru's shoulder lightly. The mouth in the silver beard showed a smile, and he said in fluent and elegant French: "Once the prey is selected, this is the responsibility of the Temple of Thorns Cross. As the deacon, I should taste the bitter fruit of failure."

"No, it's my fault, Duke." Dvor looked at the man on the morgue bed and said in a lonely voice. The corpse was once a tall and majestic Polish man, who has recently come from Lucifer’s purgatory. The son of God who walks shoulders the new power that the Brotherhood hopes for in the future. Although he has never been able to like him, his first mission died like a meteor. This is a huge shame for the guide,