A sea area in the Pacific Ocean.

The sea was rough and dark. A U.S. Navy supply ship departing from Navy Base in Hawaii slowly sailed towards the middle of the Pacific Ocean like a giant whale floating on the water.

The ship's side is painted with several white English numbers - >

AKA is the code number for armed cargo ships of the United States Navy. Normally, it will only be dispatched when carrying out dangerous transport missions, and ordinary transport missions will only be dispatched with AK numbers.

At this time, a mysterious latitude and longitude is set on the ship's GPS navigator, and this destination is not marked with any place name on the satellite map, only dense latitude and longitude lines criss-cross, and in the upper left corner of the screen, an X mark keeps flashing, which is the end point of this armed cargo ship.

After Long Yun stepped into the triangular door, the longitude and latitude positioning made him feel excited!

Pacific Ocean! All too familiar place!

The hatch was suddenly pushed open, and a U.S. second lieutenant wearing a short-sleeved military uniform and holding a notebook with a cowhide cover in his hand walked into the navigation room. Long Yun was taken aback, the two happened to be facing each other, there was no cover in the navigation room, and he even saw the name tag on the right chest of the other party's regular clothes - James. Second Lieutenant Parker.

Oops! Now that he was fully armed, he was here, and the officer didn't know how to react when he saw it.

However, the other party didn't seem to notice Long Yun at all, ignored him standing in front of him, walked straight to the navigation instrument table, opened the notebook, stared at the data on the GPS, and began to record the navigation data.

"He can't see you." Hela, as usual, appeared beside Long Yun unconsciously, "You don't exist in this space, Wuerde just manipulated the dimensional space, allowing you to see the past in the high-dimensional space, at this point in time, you don't exist." ”

Long Yun breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes lifted and landed on an LCD monitor in the porthole of the cabin roof, on which green numbers danced——。

In 1990?!

This sensitive number once again made Long Yun feel excited, a layer of dark veil that had been covering his heart, there were faint signs of receding, and the true image of everything seemed to be hidden behind this night.

This is not the first time that the navigator in charge of night sailing, Second Lieutenant James, is on a similar mission, and his command is full of experienced U.S. Navy officers and sailors. He knew very well in his heart that in the distance, on the dark, unmarked sea, there was an uninhabited island of less than ten square kilometers. Even in the navy, not many people know about this island. And those who know it have given it a name - Spy Island.

The spy island is far away from commercial routes, not to mention ships, and even civilian aircraft will not fly here, but it is of extraordinary strategic significance for the entire Pacific defense zone. Since the Cold War, it has been requisitioned by the military as a strategic outpost, and a radar station has been built on the island, and a sea surface remote sensing monitoring system has been installed, which can monitor the activities of Soviet ships and nuclear submarines in the Pacific Ocean, and can also carry out covert blockade surveillance of the first and second island chains off the coast of China.

As the target approached, Second Lieutenant James picked up the walkie-talkie: "Captain, the target is approaching. ”

In less than five minutes, Major Rex, a black captain with a slight beard, appeared in the wheelhouse.

"James, arrived?" He asked, taking a puff of his cigar and pointing to the sea ahead.

James said: "It's already nearby, less than three nautical miles." ”

Rex nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie, and ordered: "I'm Captain Rex, end the radio silence immediately." ”

After a while, the LCD screen of the communication instrument on the instrument console showed the wave-frequency spectrum, and it was obvious that the radio had all returned to normal.

"X1, I'm Barracuda, please guide us into the port." Rex switched channels and shouted into the microphone, X1 is the code name of the spy island command center.

"X1, I'm a barracuda, please guide me into the port."

……

There was a short rustle over the intercom, and X1's voice came out of the microphone: "Barracuda Barracuda, please confirm your identity." ”

Rexwood reads out the security code mechanically without expression: "Barracuda confirms identity, security code:." ”

"Code received, confirmed, please wait." A cold answer came from the X1 command room.

James shrunk his neck from the side, although he knew that this was the usual style of spy islands, but there was one thing he had never understood why this tofu-like island had such a high level of security. He knew a little about the spy island, and he heard a little about it, and the island was shrouded in fog, as mysterious as some secret land in mythology.

The island has the most advanced defense system, equipped with shore-based anti-ship missiles, Patriot missile interception systems, plus the famous American "Vulcan" phalanx close defense system, this Gatling close defense gun, the rate of fire can reach 4,000 rounds per minute, can easily tear a light ship to pieces, can be said to be armed to the teeth.

James heard from an insider that the Pentagon and the Langley headquarters are even more fond of Spy Island, and even spy satellites in the sky often monitor the waters near Spy Island at all times to ensure its safety. As long as there is any disturbance on the island, F15 fighters from the Hawaiian military port will arrive in fifty minutes.

What is it on this island that deserves so much attention from the Washington, D.C. officials? James himself didn't understand. This is the seventh time he has sent supplies here, basically once a quarter, and what he has seen on the island is that there are only more than 30 technicians here except for a company of Marines, a total of no more than 200 people, but each time the supplies are delivered, it is enough for 400 people, and he often transports some secret materials that are sealed by the CIA and the Pentagon himself, and even as a transportation officer, he can't get a glimpse of them.

Just as the second lieutenant was full of thoughts, a navigation light suddenly lit up on the sea in the distance. The incandescent light illuminated the Barracuda as if it were covered in a layer

"Lean in." The captain, Major Rex, gave the order to land, and at that moment, the wheelhouse was suddenly opened, and a man came in from outside.

James glanced at the other party and looked away with a very cold expression. He really didn't want to deal with this man, this man named Smith was a commissioner from the CIA, and he followed the Barracuda to Spy Island.

Those CIA spies are never treated well by the military, and in the eyes of these military officers, the CIA often only provides some wrong information to distract themselves and their comrades, and sends them to the war zone for some purpose that cannot see the light.

And spies are usually cold-blooded creatures, never with any morality. It will definitely not be as affectionate and righteous as Ethan in "Mission Impossible". In reality, CIA officials are cold-blooded animals, who can do whatever it takes to complete their tasks, even betraying their colleagues, and will find a lot of reasons afterwards, with a face of lofty faith, declaring that it is for the "big picture".

The hard-pressed officers and soldiers felt that the CIA was simply synonymous with conspiracy, and avoided them like snakes and scorpions, and going on missions with these people was simply carrying a time bomb by their side, which really couldn't make people feel comfortable, and they always felt a cold feeling on their backs, as if they were carrying a sharp dagger that would pierce their bodies at any time.