Dream Guide

The submarine floated to the surface, and the sea was calm at the moment, so everyone simply went on the deck and breathed fresh air.

Arthur Stone also came up, carrying a black bag in his hand.

The deck of a submarine is not as wide as that of a ship. The long and narrow deck is like the back of a giant shark, always swaying at sea. Boris and Ivan are people who are not afraid of wind and waves. They have long been accustomed to this kind of life. It doesn't matter whether they sit, stand or lie down, tilting or leaning at will. But what surprised them was that Mr. Stone walked gracefully to the bow deck of the boat as if he were walking on flat ground.

"Sir, you must have been in the navy before, right?" Boris asked while lying on his side on the deck and distributing the box of cigars to everyone.

Arthur Stone turned around and smiled: "I have never joined the navy, but I did work in Somalia for a few years."

Boris said: "Ha, you are kidding! Only the guardians of the sea who have the approval of Egil can face the sea so calmly. Those pirates in Somalia cannot do that."

Stone smiled, walked to Boris, sat down and asked, "Are you Boris?"

"Yes sir, thank you for remembering my name." Boris handed over a cigar.

Stone did not answer and said: "You have served in the Navy for eleven years, longer than Ivan. You originally had a wife who was your admirer and was proud that you were an excellent submariner. ?"

Boris looked at Ivan and complained: "Oh, Ivan, your mouth is so long!"

Ivan said: "I never said that."

Boris was dubious. Ivan is a reliable person and never lies to them, which is why everyone trusts him. But how would Stone know about his past if he didn't say it? He and his wife have been divorced for a long time. The admiration for the navy was just the impulse of that lady when she was young. In the years of living alone in an empty house and in poverty, her ideals and beliefs became the liquid in the urinal. New things were poured into her every day, but they became sour every day. Smell it and have to pour it out.

But Boris soon felt relieved and no longer thought about this problem. He just knew it, and there was no secret. After many years of wandering, he had become very indifferent to women.

"I left a long time ago, it's just a woman! Once you make money, you can go ashore anywhere, Aarhus, Belfast, Tokyo, Houston, Looe..., there are countless beauties everywhere for those few flowers. The green note took off his clothes and lay on you to lick you." Boris said without hesitation.

"Boris!" Ivan scolded, "pay attention!"

"I know, I know! Ivan, you are going to do your trick again..." Boris waved his hand impatiently, put the cigar across his nose and smelled it again and again, as if he was reluctant to smoke it, "Your cigar is really good. ! It costs a lot of money, right?”

Ivan said: "Boris, the box Mr. Stone gave you is the first edition of Beiko rolled by Fernandez, which costs nearly ten thousand dollars a piece."

Boris's hand shook and the cigar fell down. He hurriedly caught it, lest he could pull it if it fell to the wet deck.

"Ivan, you even know this! Do you damn often smoke?" Boris said dissatisfied, "How many cigarettes are there in this box? Well... twenty... forty... Oh my God, that Not for four hundred thousand dollars!”

"If you buy it together, you don't need so much, half is enough." Ivan said.

"That's expensive enough. I only earn so much after working hard for a year!" Boris said.

"Just smoke it if you like. It won't cost much." Stone took the bag on the deck and took out a tablet computer and a gray box the size of a radio. While connecting the box and the computer together, he pulled out a long antenna from the box and said, "I still have it if you want to smoke it, but it's all on the shore. You have to wait until the mission is over before you can go back and get it."

Boris said: "Although cigars are also good, I still prefer money."

His words seemed to express everyone's thoughts, and they all agreed.

Arthur Stone adjusted the antenna, then turned on the computer and said: "The signal is good! Ivan, I will transfer the remaining half of the money to your account now."

Ivan said: "Sir, the mission is not over yet..."

Arthur Stone interrupted him: "The mission is over. It depends on whether we can go back alive."

"What did you say?" Everyone was shocked.

"I don't know what will happen, but be prepared." Arthur Stone said, "Ivan, you go check the torpedo room first."

"Okay, sir." Ivan put out the lit cigar, put it in his pocket, and climbed out of the hatch.

"We're not really going to fight, are we?" Boris suddenly became nervous. "No wonder you have to equip yourself with enough torpedoes. I thought it was because of the extra money!"

"It's not a war." Stone continued typing on the computer.

"What is it if it's not a war?" Boris asked strangely, "One 533 torpedo is enough to destroy a destroyer. We are equipped with fourteen of them. Is Godzilla coming?"

…

Boris's question has actually existed in Ivan's mind for a long time. He once doubted whether Arthur Stone might be a terrorist, but after careful understanding and consideration, he ruled out this idea.

Ivan checked the torpedo room and everything was normal. When he returned to the deck, he passed by the lounge and took a curious look. He saw that the two computers were both on. Old movies were still playing on one of them, while a strange picture appeared on the other.

This picture is somewhat similar to the magnetic detection he saw before. It is also composed of dotted lines and some color blocks have been filled in. It is equivalent to a semi-finished product of a three-dimensional puzzle. The surrounding blue should represent sea water. The middle picture looks a bit like the shape of an undersea volcano, with a gradient color from gray to red all the way to the bottom. The dark red part may represent magma.

Strangely, there is an inverted triangular shadow inside the irregular crater, like a triangular pyramid funnel inserted upside down into the volcano. There is a thin rainbow-like straight line in the middle, shooting from the center of the funnel to the dark red at the bottom.

Ivan looked at it for a long time and saw nothing, so he returned to the deck and told Stone that everything was normal in the torpedo room.

Arthur Stone nodded, and then said: "Ivan, I have transferred two million US dollars to your wife's account."

Ivan said in surprise: "Sir, what are you...?"

Stone closed the computer and signaled him not to speak: "Boris, although you are divorced, do you still think about your wife and children? I transferred a sum of money to your ex-wife in your name, which is enough for her to live. Good for the rest of my life.”

Boris was stunned and didn't know what to say.

"Vasily... Andrei... Modovich... Antony..."

Arthur Stone reported his name one by one and transferred money in their names to the family members, friends or comrades they cared about most.

"Sir, I don't understand, why are you doing this?" Ivan asked in confusion.

"Ivan, I'm sorry for not telling you in advance that this mission is actually very dangerous," Stone said.

"Okay, stop talking!" Boris shouted, "Isn't it just a war? I was looking forward to it when I was a soldier! Mr. Stone, tell me, what do you want us to do? I leave my life to you. !”

"It's not a war, but it's more dangerous than a war." Arthur Stone stood up, his white clothes and pants fluttering slightly in the sea breeze.

"What is that?" Boris asked.

"Look around you!" Stone said.

Everyone looked around and saw that the horizon in the distance had disappeared, and a layer of white mist had appeared on the vast sea. Above the mist, the outlines of some buildings can be vaguely seen, like mirages.

The white mist gradually got closer, and the buildings became clear. Ivan saw several pyramids standing among them, but the problem was that these pyramids were upside down, and their spiers were supported on the sea, and their reflections were actually shown in the sea water.