Dream Guide

Ivan didn't understand what aspect Stone meant by reliability, but emotionally he very much agreed with Stone's assessment of the good quality of old machines. Let’s just talk about this submarine. Although the surface is rusty, there are exposed wires and steam pipes everywhere, and some parts cannot work due to disrepair, its power system and weapon system are still good to use. And there is an advantage to this kind of old submarine. A submarine veteran like Ivan can repair most of the faults on the boat as long as he has a wrench in his hand. Unlike modern new submarines, the precision is so high that most people can't even find the location of the parts.

"Mr. Stone, what are you looking for in this sea?" Ivan vaguely acknowledged the question about the machine, but he had not yet gotten the answer to the first question. This is the edge of the South Pacific basin, and further north is the Tubuai Islands. Finding something in this large basin with a depth of more than 15,000 feet, even a large underwater island, is no easier than finding a sesame seed in a swimming pool.

"Actually, I don't know what I'm looking for. Because what I'm looking for is definitely not here now. But I think I can always find some traces."

Stone's words made Ivan even more confused. He simply didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, the old iron thing they were riding in had enough fuel to continue wandering in the sea for a month. As long as they could return within twenty days, there was nothing to worry about. For Ivan, entering the submarine is like going home, but how long can Mr. Stone, who is a bit too clean and handsome, be able to hold on!

"Sir, do you need anything else? I have canned fish, coffee and pickles. The pickles are Chinese, and Japanese...Japanese discs. If you need..."

Ivan looked at the two computers in front of Stone, and still couldn't understand why only one was on. He had never seen Stone open two computers at the same time.

Stone smiled at Ivan and said, "No, you go and do your work."

Ivan withdrew, returned to the command cabin, and sat down in his seat. Since we are on the sea now, the command module can be ventilated, and everyone inside is smoking.

"Be careful." Ivan reminded.

"It can't burn!" Boris handed a cigarette to Ivan, "This thing is so wet that maggots can grow on it. It's weird that it can burn!"

"I mean be careful with the wires and the fuel," Ivan said, taking the cigarette.

He didn't smoke before. When he was serving in the army, smoking was strictly prohibited in submarines. But after retiring, he learned to smoke while hanging out at various docks, and he became quite addicted to it.

"I know." Boris said, "This is not the first time for brothers to get off the boat. No one is stupid enough to go to the power cabin with a cigarette in his mouth."

"That's good," Ivan said.

"By the way...Ivan, who is that guy? He won't lie to us, will he?" Boris asked.

"What are you lying to?" Ivan said with a serious face.

Boris felt a little guilty: "I'm afraid he won't give me the money after finishing the work. What can you find if you wander around in this big basin?"

Ivan said: "Didn't I already give you half? Even if the half is not given to us, this trip is already worth it! And he just told me that when this mission is over, I can take my wife and children to Hawaii." Or New Zealand, never having to do this dirty work again."

"Oh, that's not a small amount of money. If it's true, you'll be in luck!" Boris took a long drag on his cigarette.

Ivan spat and said: "Why do I smell sourness! Don't worry, I won't leave my brothers to enjoy happiness alone. If I can take my family to New Zealand to live a good life, I will definitely I can let you go there and buy a ranch.”

"Is it really that good?" Boris closed his eyes and looked very yearning. "But this Mr. Arthur Stone looks very extraordinary! I have never seen such a handsome and elegant Chinese man."

"How did you know he was Chinese?"

"Although he has a bit of an Italian or French aristocrat, he looks like an Oriental!"

"There is more than one China in the East, so it can't be Japanese?"

"No, it's impossible." Boris said very firmly, "I have dealt with the Japanese many times. They are smart, warlike, good at learning, and very polite, but they can never raise a truly elegant and noble person. People. They only use their samurai swords to draw signs on their stomachs, using their ridiculous bravery to cover up their cowardice in not facing failure."

"You really know them!" Ivan said with a smile after knowing that Boris hunted whales at sea after retiring and had a conflict with a Japanese whaling ship, and then threw the cigarette butt into an empty fish can filled with water. , "Okay, guys, finish your cigarettes quickly and go to your places! Whether they pay or not is their business, and whether they do a good job or not is our business."

Boris asked: "Are you still wandering around like this?"

Ivan said: "Continue cruising, maintain a speed of eight knots, dive to a depth of 500 feet, and keep an eye on all detectors, focusing on gravity detection and magnetic detection. Remember, if you find any abnormality, report it immediately."

Ivan stood in front of the main console with a serious face like a real submarine captain. The people who were joking just now stopped smiling and returned to their respective jobs.

"Do you want to inform Mr. Stone before diving again?" Boris asked.

Ivan thought for a moment and said, "No need."

The submarine dived again and hovered at a depth of approximately 150 meters.

"Actually, I really want to know whether Mr. Arthur Stone was a submarine soldier before." Boris said while adjusting the components on the dashboard in front of him.

"Why?" Ivan asked.

"Do you think he has ever felt any discomfort since he got on the boat? And he has been staying in that lounge, facing two broken computers, but only watching those old science fiction movies."

Boris’s question is actually Ivan’s question. He wanted to ask Stone several times, but he took it back when the words reached his lips. Although he was not a regular mercenary, he knew very well that he was no different from a mercenary when he boarded this submarine.

Stone gave him enough money to repair the submarine, fill it with fuel and weapons, and purchase several advanced detection instruments.

Before this mission was completed, Stone was his employer. His mission is to complete what Stone tells him and protect his employer's safety. During this period, he knew what to say and what not to say.

"There seems to be something wrong with the magnetic field detection." A man said to the instrument in front of him, "Ivan, come here and take a look. I don't understand this thing very well."

Ivan walked over and took a look, and found that the originally smooth flashing lines on the left side of the instrument panel, which looked a bit like a computer screen, twisted like a snake, and rows of incomprehensible numbers on the right side kept scrolling. He didn't know what this meant. There was no such instrument on submarines in the past.

"Let me see, I'm good at this," Boris shouted.

"Do you understand this?" Ivan asked strangely.

"Didn't I tell you that I went to the Arctic for two years after retiring? Hehe, actually, I got into an Arctic research ship. There were all kinds of instruments on it. I was assigned to monitor the magnetic field."

As Boris spoke, he walked to the magnetic monitor and frowned looking at the lines and numbers. The expression on his face slowly became richer, as if he had seen something strange.

"What's the matter, Boris?" Ivan asked

Boris said: "The magnetic field shows that there should be something in front of us."

"what?"

"I don't know, it seems...is...a ship?"

"No, that's impossible," said the guy in charge of sonar detection. "The sonar system shows there's nothing ahead."

"Stop!" Ivan gave the order decisively, "I will inform Mr. Stone."