Mountains and seas have a home

Chapter 187

At [-] o'clock in the morning on April [-]th, the "Abshiron" was sailing smoothly in the Bering Sea. The huge and hard hull broke through the ice and slowly headed towards the strait. The red paint at the bottom was in the rising broken ice looming.The blizzard did not stop, and the strong wind was blowing from the North Pole tirelessly. On the screen of the "Abshiron" cockpit, the cloud map showed that most of the earth had been covered by clouds, and the lightning of the spider web had not illuminated the sky for a long time.

There were sidelights on both sides of the hull, and under the blur of the wind and snow, it looked like two rows of lanterns were about to float into the sky.The sea ice was crushed as the ship moved, making hoarse groans and noises, and was pushed to the sides restlessly, like soil waves turned up by a plowshare.At this time, there is no one in the bridge, the central screen says "autopilot", and the crew and captain will not wake up until six o'clock in the morning.

Even in such a miserable and terrifying snowstorm night, the first watchman still stayed at his post dutifully, and the second watchman was watching the night with him.They had sailed all day and night, carrying a shipment of arms and supplies to the North Pole.

The sailors were patrolling the portico, the doors and windows were closed, the shutters had been lowered, and the door panels, which were easily blown to this side, were also locked and wrapped with straw mats.The first officer was standing at the lookout, and was moving the binoculars. In his field of vision, there was only the vast sea surface, and he could vaguely see the black outline of the strait in the far distance—two arms interlocked together, and the undulating reefs protruded from the water, like a bird about to move. Terrible water ghost.

"There are still 36 nautical miles to the strait." The first officer said, looking at the time on his hand, "I hope we can pass there before six o'clock."

"Damn storm." The second officer with a bushy beard handed him a bottle of warm spirits, unscrewed the cap and took a sip, wiping off the wine stains with the back of his hand, "Blowing day and night, The Arctic Ocean is estimated to be frozen hard by now."

"The further north you go, the more difficult it is. The sea ice is too thick. I hope the storm stops soon, it has had enough. Do you know what is going on with this storm?"

The second officer leaned in front of the screen and slid a few buttons, put the bottle aside, and said, "How would I know? How can we guess about things in nature? Look at this cloud map, and you can't even see the Eurasian continent." It is white, and the eye of the wind is now at 30° north latitude."

The first officer looked up, smiled, and took a sip of wine to warm up: "We are lucky. We are on the periphery of the spiral arm of the storm, and the impact is less. The news is full of reports about disaster weather. Some cities have been buried under heavy snow."

"Oh, it's too bad, the temperature is too low, and there are problems with the ocean currents in this sea area, and the boat is getting more and more difficult." The second officer stood on the deck with his back propped up, and raised his furry eyebrows, "I hope the base at the North Pole Can last a little longer."

"If they can last a little longer, they won't ask us to help. They must be in big trouble. There is a joint base of the Global Time Bureau, and there are so many flags flying in the sky that you can't count them."

"Why are all countries scrambling to march into the North Pole? Now the Arctic Ocean is completely occupied by the Time Bureau, and there are countless observatories and underwater bases. Is there any treasure waiting for them to dig there?"

The chief mate put the telescope on, moved the angle slightly, and said: "It is said that the scientific expedition team discovered traces left by wormhole activities in the North Pole, and also detected space-time fluctuations in ancient times, which are related to the expansion coefficient of the void. .Such an exciting discovery, of course the time bureau is rushing to it. If anyone solves the void problem first, it will be a great honor, and it can be written down in human history and passed down."

A new signal flow suddenly popped up on the driving screen. The second officer put on his earphones, and after listening for a while, he said to the first officer: "We have received an SOS distress signal."

Hearing this, the first officer glanced back at him, left the binoculars, took the earphone from the second officer, and sat down in the chair. The "Abshiron" was still running smoothly, and the blizzard piled up on the open deck outside, and the lights of the navigation lights on the bow were shaking in the snow like hair locks.

"An SOS signal, just 20 nautical miles ahead of us. Is it a submarine? It ran aground on the continental shelf, and I hope we can rescue it." The first officer said, and he called up the information, "The submarine 'Sigma'... ...a research boat? Oh, they're in trouble."

The central control system of the "Abshiron" suddenly sounded an alarm, and the electronic sound reminded: "There is a torpedo attack ahead, alarm, there is a torpedo attack ahead. The underwater defense system and signal jamming system are automatically activated. A new route is being calculated. "

Under the surface of the sea, two torpedoes were dragging the waterway and galloping straight towards the "Abshiron".There is a red light on the front end, and a signal transmitter is tied to the tail. The underwater defense system of the "Abshiron" was activated, one torpedo was destroyed by the process, and the other bypassed the defensive wall by chance, went straight to the ballast tank at the bottom of the ship, and hit the hull a few seconds later.The flames soared into the sky in an instant on the silent Bering Sea, and the dazzling golden light instantly illuminated the dark sky, and the wind and snow tore the flames to pieces.

"Alert, alert. The torpedo hit the hull, the ballast tank ruptured, the bilge began to flood, and the automatic repair procedure has been activated. The new course is calculated, the bow angle is 2-3-2, the standard rudder, and all engines are moving forward at full speed."

The alarm bell on the ship was ringing, and the sleeping crew members hurried out of the lounge with their guns on their backs, lying on the portico and looking down, billowing black smoke and flames were rushing up from the starboard side.The sound of rumbling footsteps soon filled every corner of the deck, and the huge hull of the "Abshiron" quickly deflected its direction, with the bow headed towards the concave corner of the strait and driving at full speed.The decks on both sides slide, exposing the neat barrel.

Two speedboats approached from the stern, pulling long fan-shaped water waves, and the roar of the engines drowned out the sound of the wind.The boat was equipped with a miniature missile launcher and a heavy machine gun, and at a distance of about 100 meters from the stern, they fired a "Scorpion" piercing round.

The piercing shell screamed and ran towards the stern. After hitting the anti-aircraft gun, it deftly burrowed into the grenade bay below, and finally exploded, destroying half of the weapons in the stern.The gun barrels on both sides of the ship were aimed at the fast-moving speedboat. One after another, the shells broke through the snow and smog and slid close to the ice surface, hitting the two speedboats accurately. Nearly ten kilometers of ice were shattered.

One second before the speedboat exploded, more than a dozen ropes suddenly rose into the air, and the iron hook hooked the hull railing.Men in balaclavas boarded the deck in the darkness, and immediately machine-gunned the crew, smashed windows with automatic rifles, and quickly entered the cabin, descending the stairs to the Cargo bay full of weapons and supplies.

"Captain! The combat situation center reported that neither the phased array radar nor the fire control radar could track the target. They used stealth equipment, and they probably have EMP weapons!" Shaking, sea water flew to the porthole.

"Bridge, I'm looking out on the starboard side. I saw the tracking target at the horizontal position 2-3-7, and found the unknown hull at about 15 degrees, at a distance of 16 yards. Please contact us through VHF [-]."

The first officer grabbed the binoculars and rushed towards the porthole, a black shadow appeared in the eyepiece, a cylindrical object protruding from the sea surface, swaying up and down with the sea water.At this time, the electronic alarm sounded again: "The locked door of the cargo hold was damaged and was forced to open. The bilge was severely flooded, the hull was tilted, and the buoyancy tank on the starboard side was cracked. The power of the No. [-] engine was insufficient, and the ship's speed dropped."

"No. 51 remote control turret, ready for artillery shooting! Horizontal position 2-3-7, [-] yards, left position, ten rounds, fire!"

The No. 51 turret shifted its direction urgently, and the muzzle vibrated violently. Ten rounds were fired one after another and landed on the sea [-] yards away, where an earth-shattering explosion erupted instantly.The sea ice rushed up into the sky and then fell down, covering the ice with rough snow dust.

"Alarm, a submarine-launched ballistic missile appears, the anti-missile system is activated, and a collision missile is launched." After the hatch was opened, the missile rushed out and hit the incoming submarine-launched missile head-on. Flames and thick smoke fell down like fireworks.

"Torpedo! Torpedo! Use short-range defense system!"

"Hull steering! Bow angle 2-3-0, horizontal rudder, speed 25 knots! All engines at full speed, turn! Turn!"

With the loss of the No. [-] engine, the heavy body of the "Abshiron" seemed to be struggling to turn. The propellers stirred up water waves, and the sideways hull was almost spinning on the water against the ice due to the water ingress.The huge propellers were flipped out, and the tile-like waves kept beating the red-painted bottom of the ship, and the name "Abu Shiron" was spray-painted on the high-walled ship with white paint.

Due to the timely turning, the two torpedoes just passed the hull and missed the hull, but unfortunately the propeller was blown to pieces by the torpedo. The "Abshiron" had to stop in the middle of the broken sea ice, tilted like a giant in a mess.

The wind and snow were stronger, and the waves became more and more arrogant under the encouragement of the hurricane. Snowflakes covered the deck layer by layer, but the flag on the top refused to bow its head in the wind and snow. It was this flag that inspired the ancient sea. wit and poetry.The clouds rolled and rushed towards the west, and there was only darkness on the sea. The lights of the "Abshiron" illuminated a small area of ​​water, and the ice floes swayed in the light crushed by the water.

The glass of the cab was suddenly smashed, and several black figures came in from the outside, like ghosts haunting the sea.The ghosts cornered the poor captain and his crew, pointed a gun at the captain's head, and told him to get out of the hold.

The sea water rippled violently, and a black forecastle appeared in the field of vision. It turned out that the unknown hull at the horizontal position 2-3-7 was a submarine.At this time, it had traveled five thousand yards quietly under the water, came to the side of the "Abshiron", and stopped there not too far or too close.

After both the first mate and the second mate were shot through their heads, the captain cried and agreed to the ghosts' request.The ghost dragged the captain to the bridge, pressed his shoulder with a gun, and ordered him to enter the escape code immediately.The captain pressed the keys one by one with trembling fingers, and after the last letter was entered, the electronic voice reminded: "The cargo compartment has been safely disengaged."

Another shot rang out in the cab, and then there was complete silence. The deck of the "Abshiron" was separated on both sides, and the cargo hold was pushed out, floating on the water.The ghost returns to the submarine with a zipline and quickly enters the interior of the submarine.Then the submarine fired two torpedoes again, hitting the hull of the ship accurately. After the two groups of flames erupted fiercely, the giant ship that was about to pass through the Bering Strait was blazing, and silently disappeared into the eternal sea of ​​ice. .

The sea returned to tranquility, and after the flames were submerged, there was no trace of light, and only broken ice remained on the flat sea.In a few hours the sea will freeze again, obliterating everything that happened in the night, leaving only the cold wind still whispering here.

It was 36:[-] am on April [-], [-] nautical miles from the Bering Strait.The submarine dived into the water again with its cargo hold, and its forecastle was also painted white, which could be recognized by looking closely—"SIGMA", Sigma.

The news of the loss of contact with the "Abshiron" reached Bai Zhu's ears at [-] o'clock in the morning that day, because the ship did not reach the North Pole in time, but the navigation control center lost its contact. The "Abu Hiron" belongs to China State Shipbuilding Corporation, and Bai Zhu is one of the directors of the company.Two hours later, the control center sent a message to Baizhu that the "Abshiron" was confirmed to have sunk, all crew members were killed, and all supplies and weapons on board were robbed. The perpetrators were suspected to be the "Tuna" organization of pirates in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk .

"An act of war...provocation, it's naked provocation," Bai Zhu told Constantine over the marble lunch table, "'Tuna' is declaring war on us, he sank my ship, and They stole the cargo hold on my ship, these bastards are unforgivable!"

Everyone sat around the round table, with Lin Yifeng sitting on Bai Zhu's right, and Tang Lin arranging the towels opposite Lin Yifeng.Constantine took Louis XIII's red wine from the waiter and poured himself a glass, and the exquisite room decorated with gold wire immediately filled with aroma.

"Calm down, Mrs. Bai. We have to think about why 'Tuna' only robbed your cargo hold. According to common sense, they always hijack a few crew members, and then ask the shipowner for money." Constantine said, " What's in your cargo hold?"

Bai Zhu folded her hands and placed them on the thick lace-covered table mat in front of her. She raised her eyes and stared at the Russian on the opposite side: "What's in my cargo hold? You ask me what's in the cargo hold of 'Abu Shiron'?" What? I can tell you unequivocally that it is loaded with supplies destined for the North Pole base of the China Time Bureau, as well as licensed weapons. There is not a speck of dust in my cargo hold that is illegal. The North Pole base is waiting The 'Absilon' brought them hope, but now it's been ransacked by pirates?"

"Yes, Mrs. Bai, I can understand your current mood. But you know the 'Tuna', they not only robbed you, they also robbed my cargo ship, which caused me to lose a lot of ammunition. They are just a bunch of stinky flies, Flying aimlessly, stinging one by one. This kind of thing is not once or twice, and you should be used to it."

"Habit? Of course I'm used to it. How much of the ammunition I smuggled to you was robbed in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk? Well, it's not something that can be seen in the light, and I can bear it as much as I can. But this time it's different, Constantine, they robbed my cargo ship in the Bering Sea, brutally killed the Chinese crew, dragged away the cargo hold and then left. It was not only my ship, but also my country’s ship, and the flying boat was The Chinese flag! And they have a heavy responsibility, because there is a large group of people waiting for them at the North Pole!"

Constantine moved his wine glass aside and leaned forward: "What's the use of Mrs. Bai talking to me? After all, I didn't sink your ship. Are you trying to blame it on me?" Come on? What does that have to do with me?"

Bai Zhu pressed his fingers, and looked at Konstantin across a round table with porcelain plates.Drop-shaped pearls dangle from her ears, and around her bared neck hangs a 200-year-old diamond necklace, one of her favorite collectibles.

She lifted the corners of her mouth, her lips were painted with bright and plump berry-colored lipstick, which outlined a sharp lip line, and there were only a few wrinkles on her cheeks, and said: "I really have to think about it now, Why does 'Tuna' always have trouble with me. Even if my ship goes through the Drake Passage, can I meet the lingering 'Tuna' organization there? It is like a ghost, always following me .”

"What do you mean?" Constantine's tone began to become sharp, and the smell of wine and flowers all over the room could not conceal the tension of tit for tat.

"What do I mean? Mr. Constantine is very smart, you shouldn't understand." Bai Zhu said, her neck was tightened, her two clavicles were exposed in the coat with a generous collar, and a gray purple dress was hanging on the left shoulder. Mink, fastened with an umbrella brooch, "I have to be clear today, I can't help doubting that the so-called 'Tuna' organization was not invented by you. In fact, the pirates in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk are yours Mafia, right? You direct and act out a show, and let the goods and money go into your own pocket."

Lin Yifeng put down the knife, he only took a few mouthfuls of the French blood duck, and then wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel.Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and took a look at Bai Yi, then folded the towel unhurriedly: "Oh, it's unbelievable."

"Madam accused me of self-directing and self-acting without evidence. It seems unreasonable. The smuggled arms ship will be robbed in all likelihood. As the owner of the ship, the security forces on the ship seem to be very perfunctory. You made it clear that you don't want me to get it. Goods. Now the villain has sued first?" Constantine asked, the plate of ham, caviar and pancakes in front of him remained untouched, "And this time the sinking of the 'Abhiron', a huge ship , It was sunk in just a few hits? Hmm? You just want to set the blame on it, right?"

"It's just an ordinary cargo ship, and the weapons that can be equipped are limited. It's a relatively safe route through the Bering Strait, just to deliver a cargo. Besides, the storm is so strong that pirates will not come out to move around. But who would have thought , Even under such harsh sailing conditions, how could those shameless pirates rob foreign cargo ships so blatantly?"

While the two former business partners were arguing with each other, Tang Lin kept silently slicing ham, topping it with melted whipped cream, and eating his lunch with a plate of rice with salmon, eggs, green onions and beans.He was dressed in a neat suit, with a brooch pinned to his collar, and his hair was straight.

Tang Lin seemed indifferent to the incident of the sinking of the "Abu Hiron", and he was also indifferent to Bai Zhu's anger and suspicion, and the swords and swords at the dinner table had nothing to do with him.After eating half of the ham, he put down the knife and fork, swung the half-open tulip glass, and took a shallow sip of the cognac.At this time, the war between Bai Zhu and Constantine came to an end temporarily, Bai Zhu turned his head sideways, and the necklace around his neck shone with fragments of light.

"Mr. Constantine," Tang Lin put down his wine glass, wiped his lips with a handkerchief, "I will leave Lake Baikal after this meal. I have to go back to Beijing, you know, because of some unavoidable reasons at work. "

Lin Yifeng put his eyes on Tang Lin. Tang Lin was talking to Constantine gently. He crossed his hands. There was a whitish scar from chopsticks on the back of his hand.Lin Yifeng took a sip of the wine, letting the liquid stay in his mouth for a while, feeling the atmosphere of the nightingale singing on the rose.Bai Zhu's long eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and he still didn't let go after half a day, his eyes were covered with snow-like clouds over Lake Baikal.

"What about you? Madam Bai." Tang Lin suddenly called out to Bai Yi, "I guess you're rushing back too? Is the company looking for you for a meeting? It's not a trivial matter that a ship sinks."

Bai Zhu turned his head to look at Tang Lin's face, rarely showing disgust, but smiled slightly: "Ah, yes, Tang Lin, I really want to go back. Not only in the company, but also in the mansion of Lord Hou. Waiting for me to take care of it."

"Oh, I almost forgot, Mrs. Bai is also taking care of Lord Zanying. I haven't been back for such a long time, it's hard to say what the mansion has become."

"I'm not Marquis, Tang Lin, my father is. Don't let me correct you all the time, you have to know my rules. I am the main door, you are the second door, Beiming's ancestral precepts make it very clear, There must be a clear distinction between the primary and secondary, and orderly respect.”

"I am not under the same master as you."

"That's the same. Beiming is the general name of the six sects. The rules established by the patriarch must be followed by all the disciples, and you are of course no exception."

Tang Lin smiled and said nothing. He lowered his eyes to cover the scar on his hand, got up and left the table.His coat was hanging on the truss, Tang Lin took it off and put it on for himself, standing in front of the mirror and tightening his tie.After bidding farewell to Constantine simply but reluctantly, Bai Zhu got up, picked up his windbreaker, put it on his hands and pushed the door out.

"Congratulations, Tang Lin, you've been promoted." Bai Zhu tightened his windbreaker belt, and said to Tang Lin while standing on the landing platform of the plane, "Finally, the old minister is gone, and now the executive department is in your hands. , doesn't this taste great?"

Tang Lin was arranging his cufflinks. He looked up at the snowflakes outside the skylight, and saw that the white solid water gradually filled the edge of the skylight.He seemed to let out a breath indifferently, then nodded, and said with a smile: "It's great, it's a taste I've never tasted before. I don't know if Ji Songlin was like this when he was minister more than ten years ago." What do you think? I think so."

"When he was a minister, you didn't know where you were hanging out. Although you were under Lulang's sect, there were still five families in front of you who were firmly suppressing you, and it is still the same now. You just took advantage of it and just happened to catch up with you. It's just time."

"Then what does it matter? I admit without hesitation that I was born in a good era. Even if the train circles the world for a week, I will still be ahead of you. You have already exited the time bureau, the era of black and white wings It has passed, so I advise you to restrain your hands. I am the minister now, and I will take over the command task of the 'backtracking plan', Madam Bai, you know what this means."

Bai Zhu smiled coldly, as cold as the wind and snow whistling outside the skylight.She didn't continue talking, she boarded the plane with her windbreaker collar pulled up, sat by the window, and took out a book to read.

The plane flew in the blizzard for nearly three hours before landing at Qigaxian Airport in Jiageda and driving into a privately reserved parking position.Bai Zhu put on her hat and walked out of the airport from the outer corridor against the wind. Her gloves were soon covered with a layer of snow.

As usual, the Mercedes-Benz stopped outside to wait for her. Several layers of snow had already been buried. The snow removal vehicles on the road were working, and the boxwood trees on both sides of the road had been completely buried under the snow.When Bai Zhu stood on the deserted street, she felt the desolation and desolation of the city for the first time.

Sandie came back with her, got into the car from the other side, took off the hat on her head, and tidied her hair.The empty road looks extraordinarily spacious at this time, and the sparse lights in the buildings are dying to wait for their fate.The wind and snow are like a high gray wall, surrounding it from all directions, crushing and blowing away all traces of human beings, and then putting on the indestructible uniform of the God of Nature.

"I will leave for New York in a few days. The United Nations General Assembly will hold a meeting on building and maintaining peace on April 4 and 24." Sandie said, turning on the computer. "My speech has been prepared, and the relevant materials Already sorted out, including jailbreak, Lake Baikal massacre, Sea of ​​Okhotsk pirates. Hackers and commissioners have started spreading the news on various forums, and multi-media communication is progressing steadily. I will continue to complete these while living in New York of."

"Thank you, Mr. Ambassador." Bai Zhu looked at the ribbon-like road ahead, and the pale lights on the side of the road turned the surrounding buildings into desolate coffins. The sinking incident has also been sorted into the information, I will attend the company's board meeting later, after the meeting I will get detailed information about this incident, and I will pass it on to you when the time comes, you know what to do."

Sandie agreed, tapped the keyboard for a while, and asked after a while of silence: "Ma'am, does the 'Tuna' organization really exist?"

Bai Zhu smiled, propped his forehead, and said: "It doesn't matter if it is real or not? My ship will indeed be hijacked inexplicably. What I say is the truth and the evidence is solid. Who can doubt me? As long as If you can achieve your goal, who will care what means you use?"

The car turned a corner, and the dazzling light of the advertising screen was reflected on the car window. They were in the center of the bustling city in the past, but at this moment they showed a pitiful and pitiful appearance.The neon lights outside the shopping mall are still on, and countless luxury stores are still working hard to open their doors. Although sometimes there are no customers for a whole day, only the snow on the veranda quietly tells the secrets in the corners of the city.

A piece of news was playing on the advertising screen. Three stacks were propping up the car window in boredom. Suddenly, a picture of Gu Qichuan jumped out on the screen. The Patriarch of the Gu family, who controlled the entire arms group, was being commented by the host: "... ...During the firefight incident in the Gang Rinpoche mountain area in Tibet last month, the police found that the inhumane bullets used by the criminals all came from the Gnadd Arms Group. At present, the chairman and director of the Gnadd Arms Group Party Secretary Mr. Gu Qichuan is under police investigation, I hope Mr. Gu can give a reasonable explanation as soon as possible..."

Bai Zhu obviously also heard the news. She leaned back quietly and watched the Mercedes-Benz body speeding past the glass curtain wall, and the snow scraped against the glass making a sound.After a long while, she whispered as if complaining: "I've really got into a mess for me."