Chapter 1,413 For the Bounty

Five kilometers deep on the seabed, a streamlined submarine floats quietly in the middle of the bottomless trench, slowly moving forward along the trench. The words "Parrot" are written in white paint on both sides of the submarine, and the logo of the Beluga Research Station is printed in the center of the radar cover.

There is no need to worry about being discovered by USN destroyers, because this place has far exceeded the maximum diving depth of military submarines and can only be reached by professional scientific research submarines. There is no sonar that can detect the sea at such depths, and no depth charges or radars that can threaten it.

Contrary to that quiet gesture, the cockpit was filled with joy at the moment.

The two drivers sitting in the driver's seat high-fived each other, and the observer put down his headphones and whistled excitedly. The captain stood at the door of the cockpit with his arms crossed, a smile on his unshaven mouth.

I just went out for a walk and got 10,000 credits.

They had never made such easy money.

According to the rules of the research station, 70% of the commission income is handed over to the collective, 20% of the equipment maintenance fees are paid directly to the shipyard, and the remaining 10% is the bonus for all of them for missions.

Now they face a problem.

Should he follow this fleet, report the coordinates to NAC, and get the reward of 10,000 credit points, or send someone up to get Zhou Guoping back, and get the 100,000 credit points promised by NAC...

"The USS Obama must be heavily guarded. It will be difficult for us to sneak in. It's better to let it go as soon as possible." A crew member suggested hesitantly.

"That's 100,000 credits!" Another crew member's eyes widened, "Why don't you give it a try? Otherwise, why would we bring those sailors here with us? Let them share the bonus for no reason?"

"This is not a try, this is a gamble! If something happens to the target..."

"What the heck, NAC only asked for the coordinates, but they didn't ask us to take care of the target's safety!"

"..."

"Listen to what he has to say first and understand the situation on the Obama." Interrupting the argument in the cockpit, the captain looked at the observer responsible for liaison with Zhou Guoping and ordered, "If the situation permits, Just send someone up there to try. If it doesn’t work, forget it.”

In the end, it was the captain who spoke that ended the argument in the cockpit.

The observer put on the earphones again, entered the communication password provided by Jiang Chen on the tablet, reconnected to Zhou Guoping's chip, and asked him about his current location, whether his defenses were lax, etc. At this moment, Zhou Guoping had used his urine escape to temporarily leave the banquet and walked into the bathroom stall.

"A banquet is being held on the Obama." Zhou Guoping, who was sitting on the toilet after confirming that there was no one outside, took a deep breath, connected his consciousness to the chip, and sent a message to the crew of the Parrot, "Listen, you don't have a chance. , they watch me closely. Tell Jiang Chen for me that these Americans have a base in Panama, and all the residents of the colony have been sent there!"

"Are you the only one on the boat?"

"Yes." Zhou Guoping replied.

"Okay, we will tell Jiang Chen for you. But I personally suggest that you tell him such valuable information personally. Then in order to reward... cough! For your safety and personal freedom, we will send a special force to infiltrate USN fleet, please be patient and cooperate with our rescue operations if necessary."

"You can't come in at all. Even if you come in, you can't take me away," Zhou Guoping said with a bitter smile, "There are people following me every time I go to the toilet. They won't allow me to stay out of their sight."

"Is that so? Then where are you now?"

Zhou Guoping was stunned for a moment, and was about to reply that of course I was in the toilet.

But at this moment, he suddenly came back to his senses.

It seems that he is now out of sight of Americans...

…

On the road from California to Nevada, the NAC convoy is heading deep into the desert.

Sitting on the roof of the first truck, Zhang Wei took out his telescope from his pocket and glanced at the endless yellow sand.

However, it was full of sand as far as the eye could see, and there was no trace of human beings at all.

Trying to find a military facility buried hundreds of meters underground in a place like this is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"You'd better hurry up before I lose my patience." Zhang Wei said irritably as he looked at the black man sitting next to him.

It's been three days.

Three full days have passed since departure.

Not to mention the West Coast Weather Monitoring Center, there was not even a decent house. If there was no weather weapon, he wouldn't mind wandering around in the desert, but they were in a hurry now and had to find it before the Americans activated the weather weapon.

To them, every minute is precious.

"You can't blame me," Black Skull noticed the impatience in the eyes of the NAC officer next to him, sweating profusely, and defended himself, "The information you gave me was only a useless map, and another one I heard A name I’ve never heard of.”

"Cao Nima, if I knew the specific location, I would be of no use to you."

Those who were scolded did not dare to raise their heads, and the black skull was obedient and did not dare to reply.

Not wanting to waste his saliva on this guy, Zhang Wei took out the mineral water from his backpack and took a sip, then stopped talking.

The convoy drove forward for some distance.

At this moment, Black Skull suddenly discovered something and slapped the roof of the car and shouted loudly.

"Wait, stop the car! Stop the car!"

When the motorcade stopped, without waiting for Zhang Wei to speak, the black man jumped out of the car in a hurry, jogged two steps forward, and then squatted by the road.

Looking at his actions, Zhang Wei frowned slightly, jumped out of the car and walked next to him.

The nigger first lay down and put his ear to the ground, then got up from the ground and groped back and forth with his fingers on the dry cement road.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Wei frowned after kicking this guy's ass.

"A convoy passed by here, about two hours ago. They did not take the highway, but passed through the middle of the highway." The two mung bean-like eyes narrowed slightly, and the black skull looked up at the sand dunes beside the highway, "It should be It's heading north."

"How did you know?" A trace of surprise flashed in Zhang Wei's eyes.

The wind here is very strong, let alone two hours, not even ten minutes, and the blowing sand and dust are enough to bury all traces. However, this guy not only could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with this stretch of road, he could also accurately tell the direction and even the time the convoy was passing.

At least in Zhang Wei's eyes, there was no difference at all between this stretch of road and the one they passed before.

"The road temperature in Nevada is very high. The tires will still leave some marks when driving here. You can still feel it when you rub it with your fingers." He clapped his hands and stood up from the ground. The black skull touched his dark head and grinned proudly. He opened his mouth full of white teeth and said, "This is how we used to track caravans."

All right.

This is the first time Zhang Wei has felt that this guy is somewhat useful since he left home...