In the Atlantic Ocean, in the Banana Islands, the Vladimir slipped into the sea like a giant black fish.

On the deck, Haines was holding a satellite phone, and when he heard an explosion inside, he sighed slightly and handed the phone to Kebby next to him.

"Hansen, how long do we have to get to the predetermined sea?" He turned his head sideways in the wheelchair and glanced at Hansen, a hair buyer crouched by the railing of the deck.

Hansen suddenly rose from the deck, looked over the railing, and stared at the right side of the ship.

"There!" The red flame in his eyes became more and more intense, as if he was stimulated by something, "It's the existing house in that sea." ”

Following Hansen's finger, Kebby saw several small boats floating on the dark sea, and there seemed to be some red light under the sea from time to time, which looked very strange.

"Turn on the searchlight!" Kebby turned his head and ordered the black-clad soldier standing on the bridge, "Look at that sea." ”

The several high-wattage searchlights on the bow and roof of the wheelhouse were all turned on with a bang, and the Soviet-made equipment, though crude, was often violent enough.

Hundreds of square meters of sea are illuminated as if it were daylight.

Under the lights, several canoes, apparently in the style of fishing boats, floated alone on the sea, empty and deadly silent.

The water under the canoe bubbled with fine white bubbles, like a bottle of soda with its lid opened, and kept pouring into the air, and the steam was floating into the sky from the water, and the water was boiled.

As the Vladimir approached, someone suddenly shouted: "Look! There's something in the sea! ”

Kebby ran to the edge of the deck and looked down into the water, where several corpses, boiled and deformed, with white muscles, had been pushed from the bottom of the sea by blisters to the surface, and then sank again, like a piece of meat churning in a hot pot.

The smell of meat filled the air, like stewed pork spilling out of the lid.

"It's a dead man!" Seeing the tragic situation of these people, Kebby couldn't help but cover his nose and involuntarily took a few steps back, "Mr. Haynes, I'm afraid it's really the Fafnir Sect Master down here, and it's not dead yet?" ”

"As a suzerain, it's almost immortal." Haynes pressed the electric button on the wheelchair, and the exquisitely crafted wheelchair quietly slipped to the side of the deck, and he stared intently at the boiling sea for a while, and said, "Do you see the red veins in the sea?" ”

Kebby leaned over the railing and looked at it through the incandescent light of the searchlight, and sure enough, there was something like seaweed in the sea that was swaying in the water, dark red, like human veins, and like the tentacles of Mizuki, it looked very soft.

"See, what's that?" Kebby felt a little sick at this thing from the bottom of his heart.

"It is the tentacles attached to the cocoon of the body of the suzerain, when the suzerain is severely injured, it will enter a stage of cocoonization, at this time it will enter a state of suspended animation, these tentacles are its tools to absorb nutrients from the surrounding environment and protect itself, and the instant weapon is the organ of feeding."

"You mean...... Is it eating people? Kebby took a few steps back, thinking that it would be farther away, lest the tentacle pounce on the boat and use itself as food.

"The followers are really unreliable......" Haynes sighed softly and turned to Hansen, "The location is right, here it is." ”

He began to maneuver his wheelchair to the spiral staircase under the cab, and a black-clad soldier pressed the button on the spiral staircase, and after the rolling sound, the stairs were paved to become an accessible passage for the disabled.

The wheelchair drove silently down the passage to the bridge, and a black-clad soldier pushed him to the railing at the highest point of the bridge, where he could see the entire deck of the Vladimir.

"Let's get to work!"

With Haines' order, the deck began to get busy, and the huge boom weighed one hundred and fifty tons, enough to lift the dragon cocoon in the sea.

Several black-clad soldiers ran to the side of the ship and climbed aboard a small oval submarine hanging from the side of the ship, this submarine looked no different from those submarines conducting underwater scientific research, the orange shell, five meters long, one point eight meters in diameter, and two mechanical arms at the front of the submarine, which could take samples in the water or do some tinkering and so on.

"Be careful, the water temperature in the center of this body of water is now 800 degrees, and the temperature at the bottom is even higher, just touch it and it will be cooked!" Hansen commanded several men to get into the submarine, and he was the last one to get in.

"Test the air pressure and the individual valves—"

"It's done, everything is fine."

"Test the power plant."

"Tested complete, normal."

"Imaging device testing."

"OK, normal!"

"Console, Leech One is ready to go into the water, request to launch ......"

"I'm Dr. Haynes, and I wish you all the best of luck, and I'm waiting for your good news on the water." Haines leaned over to the microphone to cheer up the crew in the submarine.

"Doctor, don't worry, I've determined the location of the Fafnir Sect Master underwater, and I should be able to complete the salvage within two disappearances."

……

Just as the waters of the Banana Islands were in full swing, twenty nautical miles away, a spy ship almost identical to the Vladimir was approaching.

It was a spy ship bigger than the Vladimir, with a variety of satellite dishes and surveillance equipment in motion, and the radar's antenna pot was constantly rotating, capturing all the unusual signals in the nearby seas.

And not camouflaged like it, the hull is silvery-gray with a line of numbers painted on it - >

In the control room, a British first mate picked up the microphone and started calling.

"The Sierra Leone Forward Command Center, I'm M606, I'm 25 nautical miles southwest of the Banana Islands, and our radar has picked up unusual signals that a suspected Soviet spy ship is 7 nautical miles east of the island, seemingly at anchor. I asked the center to call up satellite monitoring and do a detailed investigation and analysis. ”

"This is the command center, M606, your message has been received, we will immediately call up the satellite screen, and willingly wait for instructions."

The first mate put down the microphone, turned around and walked out of the control room, and said to a sailor: "Notify the captain immediately, and in addition, inform Mr. John on the ship to let him go to the control room!" ”

The sailor saluted, answered yes, and quickly descended the spiral ladder.

John is an agent of MI6 stationed in this spy ship, M606 has been wandering around the nearby waters these days, and the military has sent a total of three such ships, obviously on some important mission, and there are MI6 people on each ship, I don't know what important people are looking for.

However, a few days ago, there was a fierce battle in the waters of Freetown, and the M606 also heard some information as a spy ship, but it was very strange that the Ministry of Defense soon issued an order to seal all the surveillance data of that night and hand it over to the MI6 agents who came to take over.

"What the hell is going on?" The first mate, an experienced Royal Navy officer, had encountered such a thing for the first time, and he stepped out of the control room and looked in the direction of the east.

Suddenly there was a rumbling thunder in the sky, and lightning streaked through the red clouds, which looked very strange, and a wave of uneasy emotions crept into the hearts of the first mate.