Dongjiang Port Pier 65.
The sealed sinking cabin carrying seven Zhuos engineers and a large amount of survival supplies was hoisted into the water by two airships. The equipment installed below the sinking cabin began to work and sank at a constant speed.
Under the water, separated by a secret gate, the submarine hovers quietly in the "pipe".
In the transfer cabin, K and Old Tang were putting on scuba diving.
Old Tang had a bit of a beer belly and was trying hard to stuff himself into a pressure-resistant diving suit. There was sweat on his forehead, but he kept saying: "Hey, K, how do you think the drone sent by Xi'an sensed Li Liang and Zuo Ergo’s location? Why can’t they find us?”
After several hours of testing, with the cooperation of Mizuno, they discovered that Xi'an's powerful and transformable drone could sense the positions of Li Liang and Sorge in real time, and then wandered around inside and outside the sky, but could never find the backup spacecraft. The base, even at the observation deck, is only separated by a layer of glass, and the drone only sticks up to check it repeatedly. It seems that in its eyes, the entire backup spacecraft base, including China Unicom's submarine pipelines and underground tunnels, does not exist.
"I don't know," K had finished dressing and was checking the oxygen tank.
"Why is it so tight? Come and help me," Old Tang spread his arms and said angrily when K helped him pull him up. "Hey, Xi'an obviously just wants to kill Li Liang and Sorge. What does this mean? Let's After all, we are all at the decision-making level, so why should we treat them differently? I’ll just let it go, you..."
"Are you still considered a decision-maker?" K said expressionlessly, "You don't have a mirror and you haven't peed yet?"
Old Tang snorted and said worriedly for a moment: "Li Liang can't come. What should we do if we can't find the gate switch when we go out?"
"Can you shut up?" K shook his finger at the monitor above his head.
The transfer chamber begins to fill with water.
"Hey, wait, wait..." Old Tang hurriedly put on the breathing mask.
A few minutes later.
The two swam out of the hatch and, with the help of small propellers, quickly swam upward.
The submarine was hovering very close to the top gate. For a moment, K's probe touched the metal plate.
Below, the searchlight on the bridge came on, and the huge beam of light swept back and forth to provide them with illumination.
K's breathing was steady and his bubbles were stable, but Old Tang who followed him was like a large bubble machine, constantly spraying out large groups of bubbles.
After a simple exchange of gestures, the two separated and swam in two directions against the gate.
K swam very fast, but he still found nothing. The gate seemed to be a whole plate, not to mention the switch equipment, there was not even a gap.
Maybe on Old Tang's side?
K, who had reached the end of the gate, kicked off the metal wall with his legs and began to swim back.
When he had just returned to the position separated from Old Tang, he suddenly felt a shock on the top of his head, as if something heavy had fallen outside the gate.
The sinking tank has hit bottom.
K became anxious and turned around to look for Old Tang.
Soon, he saw a moving bubble machine swimming back crookedly and waving at him.
No?
This is the worst case scenario - the gate cannot be opened from the inside.
K didn't trust Old Tang very much, so he decided to check it again by himself. Just as he adjusted his posture, he suddenly felt his head shake again.
next moment.
The gate cracked from a short distance away and retracted to both sides.
A rectangular sinking cabin then sank.
K was stunned for a moment and looked up.
The water is so clear that you can vaguely see the swaying shimmer of the water at very high altitudes, but other than that, there is nothing else.
How did the gate open?
At this time, he suddenly saw that Old Tang was swimming upwards, as if preparing to swim out of the gate.
What does this guy want to do!
K didn't have time to think deeply. He swung his body and swam quickly. In a moment, he was very close to Old Tang.
I saw Old Tang blowing out more and more bubbles, and he kept gesturing to him, pointing upwards.
K looked in the direction of Old Tang's finger, but saw nothing.
Boom.
The gate shook.
not good!
K looked to the left and saw that the several-meter-thick gate was closing quickly, and Old Tang happened to swim to the middle of the gate and was about to be pinched into a meat pie.
He unhooked the oxygen bottle and the counterweight hook, stepped on the water hard with his flippers, jumped up, grabbed Old Tang's ankle, and pulled down.
The two immediately lost their balance, tumbling and sinking.
The gate slammed shut just a few meters above.
K, who struggled to stabilize his body, was so angry that he kicked Old Tang on the chest and turned back and went straight downstream.
Old Tang's limbs fluttered and sprayed out large streams of bubbles. He was obviously frightened.
More than twenty minutes later.
K pulled the hinge at the bottom of the submarine, connected it to the sinking cabin on the bottom, and then returned to the transfer cabin.
Old Tang was already waiting in the transfer cabin and hid in a corner when he saw K.
moment.
The hatch closes and the water level drops.
K expressionlessly took off his breathing mask, took off his scuba lung, walked up to Old Tang, grabbed him by the collar and was about to beat him.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Old Tang pulled off his breathing mask and turned pale, "I saw Li Liang!"
"What?" K was stunned, "What did you say?"
"I saw Li Liang, really," Old Tang's lips trembled, "He didn't wear scuba, he was floating outside the gate, didn't you see it?"
K was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "Who else?"
"ah?"
"Is there... Cain?"
"Ah?" Old Tang looked confused.
K patted Old Tang's face and smiled: "I'm just kidding you, you got it wrong. That's garbage that fell from above."
"No way..." Old Tang wondered, "Can I still regard garbage as Li Liang?"
K stood up: "Why not? You often overestimate your IQ."
More than an hour later.
The submarine floated to the grotto dock and the sinking cabin was towed to the tunnel entrance.
The hatch opened, and the seven Dros prisoners raised their hands high and walked out facing the black hole of gun muzzle.
K glanced around and said calmly: "Who is Mark Kelly?"
"I," an old white man walked out of the team, "I am affiliated with the Zhuos Marginal Operations Department, the Deep Space Defense Front, the Rapid Response Fleet, and am the commander of the SG-2477 'Behemoth' class tactical attack ship."
"Very good, Mark, House should have introduced you to the benefits of this operation," K smiled, his eyes indifferent under his sunglasses.
"Understood," Mark said, with short gray hair, a face like boot leather, and a solemn expression, "I have studied the history of aerospace in depth, and have completed space shuttle takeoffs in neuromansion simulations many times. As long as there is no problem with your spacecraft, we will definitely make it Successfully lifted off."
K smiled and spread his hands: "Welcome, Commander."
Mark nodded and glanced at his companion beside him.
These prisoners of Zhuos Marginal Business Department... no one can laugh.
Four vehicles were waiting at the entrance of the tunnel. After receiving Mark and his party, they set off immediately.
More than thirty minutes later.
The vehicle turned a corner, approached the space shuttle, drove all the way to the guardrail, and then made a half circle to the left along the guardrail to reach the barbed wire staircase leading to the ground floor.
Mark got out of the car and instantly saw a strange creature that was only half a meter tall, with green skin, a big belly, a wide mouth, and small eyes standing at the top of the stairs. It looked like an upright frog.
"Are you a magician consultant?" Mark asked in confusion.
"Oh, hello, Mark, you can call me Tam."
"Hello, respected magician, Mr. Tam," Mark and the other six Dros crew members bowed at the same time.
"Oh, thanks for helping," Tam chuckled, nodding to K.
K raised his eyebrows, relaxed, and shook his fingers.
The surrounding Mayfly members lowered their guns.
"This way, please," K extended his hand to guide him.
Since Tam confirmed that these seven people were innocent, basic respect was still needed. After all, Li Liang's ability to successfully launch would depend on these people.
"Thank you," Mark bowed to Tam again and led his companions down the barbed wire stairs.
They held on to the handrail of the stairs and walked absent-mindedly, constantly turning their heads to look at the huge space shuttle that was just around the corner.
Mark, who is most familiar with the space shuttle, said softly: "This orbital spacecraft should have been manufactured by Rockwell in the early 1980s."
"It sure looks like it," someone echoed.
Someone murmured: "Why is it here?"
The seven people were silent.
Continuing downward, Mark said calmly: "We are only responsible for the space shuttle, and anything else has nothing to do with us."
moment.
Mark stood still, leaned out from the guardrail of the stairs, swayed back and forth and looked at the launch platform in front of him, and said: "The launch platform is fully functional, look," he stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, "explosion deck, main water pipe spout, over there, explosion-proof Barriers, fixed service facilities on the fifth-level platform, aft service mast..."
"The orbital spacecraft entry and exit robotic arm is over there," someone pointed in one direction, "Oh, there is also a safety shelter down there, the facilities are very complete."
Someone else said: "Judging from the state of the fixed service facilities, it is likely that the fuel cell reaction tank has been filled...how to do it?"
No one answered him.
A few minutes later.
The group of people walked down the barbed wire stairs and stepped onto the ground. K continued to lead the way, leading them down a slope.
"That's the flame guide device for the launch trench," Mark introduced to his companions. "This trench is at least twelve meters deep and is in an inverted V shape below the launch platform. It is the gas for the main engine and two solid boosters. Exhaust channel.”
With that said, they walked to the bottom of the trench.
Mark Kelly stopped and looked solemnly at the back of a man in the distance.
The seven Zhuos prisoners already knew that that man was the one who really decided their fate. He was the master of this group of fierce gangsters and this strange underground space.
