The huge Grayback Helicopter went and returned, and the lights lit up the M606 spy ship once again.

Lieutenant Colonel Taylor watched coldly as a skinny man in black slid down from the engine room, and an hour ago, an order suddenly came from the command that an expert would board the ship to investigate everything that happened on the ship, and the investigation was now not in the military, but in the MI6 over.

As a regular soldier, Taylor disliked these intelligence agents who always lived on the dark side of the world, and they always acted with some sneaky flavor.

It reminded him of a series of strange events that had happened recently, and even made the battle-hardened veteran wonder if there was a shady conspiracy, and that those non-human creatures on Sierra Leone soil might be monsters that had escaped from a national laboratory, including the M606 spy ship, and perhaps they were involved in such strange events that made things mysterious.

When the man in black landed on the deck, Taylor greeted him, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the appearance of the person who came.

The man in black untied the rope and lifted the beanie over his head, revealing a gray chicken nest.

"Lieutenant Colonel Taylor?" The visitor stretched out his hand and introduced himself: "I'm Professor Christian, an investigator sent by MI6. ”

To Taylor's surprise, this old man looked seventy or eighty years old, but he didn't expect to reach out so vigorously, just now I saw his sharp action of descending from the helicopter, and I thought he was an operative!

"Hello, I'm Lieutenant Colonel Taylor, I've received orders from the command, and the investigation here requires my cooperation, just let me know." Although he didn't like MI6 people, Taylor tried to maintain the demeanor of an English gentleman and shook hands with the old man who called himself Christian.

"I've heard you've done a preliminary check-up, and I'd like to know the details...... "Professor Christian pointed to the cab, "and we'll talk as we go." ”

Taylor told Christian everything he and his men had found on the ship, and when he heard that there was no sign of an invasion on board, Christian stopped.

"I heard you found a living mouth?"

"That's right."

"Where?"

"In the crew quarters below deck."

"Take me to see it." Professor Christian made a gesture of please.

The two of them descended the deck ramp down the crew's quarters, and the atmosphere was a little tense with two heavily armed SAS team members guarding the door.

"I have to warn you, Mr. Christian, that the living man is Sergeant Clive, but ......" Taylor tilted his head, as if considering what adjective to use to describe Clive's current state.

"He's not in good shape right now, you have to be prepared." Taylor said as he pushed open the hatch.

Clive was now handcuffed to the foot of an iron bed in the dormitory, half-sitting on the ground like a dead fish against the wall, staring straight ahead, indifferent to Taylor and Christian coming in, without even rolling his eyes.

Christian noticed a puddle of wetness between Clive's legs and couldn't help but ask, "Why is he incontinent?" ”

"Not only was he incontinent, he drank his own urine...... Even...... Even the excrement ......," Lieutenant Colonel Taylor shook his head, "I think he was scared crazy by something and completely collapsed." ”

"Hmm......" Professor Christian churned silently, "it seems to be a tricky thing. ”

After a moment of silence, Christian said, "Lieutenant Colonel Taylor, can I make a reluctant request?" ”

"Just say that I have been ordered to fully cooperate with your investigation, and if there is anything I can do to help you, just say it." Taylor was generous.

"I'd like to be alone with Sergeant Clive for a while, ...... alone," Christian twisted his fingers in the air and made a finger rubbing motion.

Taylor was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt very unhappy in his heart, these people from the secret intelligence agency did things like this, and even they were excluded by them as the commander of the SAS.

He didn't want to ask more, it was redundant to ask, it was not the first time he had dealt with such a person, even if he asked to stay at the scene, I am afraid that the other party would come up with the excuse of "state secrets".

"Okay, whatever you want." Taylor turned and walked out the door, slamming the door shut.

He stood outside and thought for a while, walked quickly onto the deck, and asked the signal soldier, "Has the monitoring head in the bedroom below been repaired?" ”

"Fixed, no problem." The communications soldier replied.

"Where can I see the surveillance footage?" Taylor asked.

"The second floor of the bow of the ship, the monitoring room." The communications officer pointed to the white bow of the ship and said: "There is a large monitoring room there, which is responsible for monitoring and collecting all information inside and outside the ship. ”

Taylor led the Messenger up to the second floor and asked him to bring up the picture of the crew's lounge.

Soon, the surveillance footage was presented in front of Taylor.

In the picture, Christian places his backpack on the ground and pulls out a silver aluminum alloy box, which is obviously usually used to store valuable equipment.

The old man straightened his unkempt head, and reached out to spin the cipher device on the aluminum box.

"What...... ...... mysteriously, Taylor crossed his hand and touched his chin, wondering what kind of thing the old man would take out of the box.

Christian in the camera seemed to sense something, suddenly stopped what he was doing, and slowly stood up from the ground.

He walked around the break room, as if looking for something?

"SIR, HE SEEMS TO HAVE SPOTTED US......" The Signal Soldier muttered.

Taylor's face was a little ugly, these guys from MI6 are really like ghosts, monitoring and eavesdropping to obtain intelligence is their old business, although they are members of the special forces, but in front of this kind of person to play this kind of trick I am afraid that it is really a bit of a gangster.

Sure enough, Professor Christian stopped in a corner, tilted his head to look in the direction of the camera, then pulled something out of his coat pocket and pressed it in the direction of the camera.

After a strong flash, the surveillance screen suddenly turned into a snowflake, and the signal was cut off.

"Old fox!" Taylor gritted his teeth and said, "Is there a way to fix it?" ”

The communications soldier leaned over the console and banged for a while, then shook his head in disappointment: "He used a laser emitter, which directly caused physical damage to the lens, and the integrated circuit inside was burned, and I can't fix it here, unless I go in and install another probe." ”

“F/UCK！” Lieutenant Colonel Taylor stomped his foot hard, and walked out of the monitoring room in a bit of a rage.