Chapter 573:

His large lift and its sheet metal platform awaited them at the end of the tunnel. Now there is room for all the remaining people. No one's body is as crowded as the downward passage. Li Biao stretched out on the floor, his hand feeling cool. Lua was sitting there, his head probably resting on the calf of that ridiculous skirt. She bent over and whispered: "-, my dear, my own-! We live,-. I can't believe it, but I know we live because I still have you."
But when that journey is complete, he can stand up. But, first, someone put him carefully on a stretcher and lifted him to the outer edge of the crater when he commanded. On the dirty floor of the crater, a large car was waiting for an idling electric motor, but Dean would not allow them to put it in. He wants to look around the world and see all hope in a realistic light. He wanted to see the entire basin again, keeping his eyes on the country he knew.
And walked to his side, when the emergency crew took him to the far edge. The rock there cracked-this was the first time he saw the inside of the crater cup. He put them down there. With the help of Loa and Smith, he slowly stood up. When they lifted him up, he wanted to know that there should be no sound in this desert world. There was a huge impulse, an endless roar, and then his eyes saw a cloud of steam.
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Below him is the basin, the tangled wreckage of his camp. Where the derrick is located is a group of tall white feathers. It does not start from the ground-superheated steam is invisible until it cools and condenses into water vapor-but 100 feet above the sand. From there, two thousand feet of air shot straight into the air, and then another thousand feet rolled up into a billowing cloud, the afternoon sun turned brilliant white.
"Power!" Li Bad gasped. "Power-it will do this indefinitely!" Then he smiled faintly. "I have to go there to make Eriksson richer, but it is worth it. There, the ocean will slowly recede. Gore and his people will find the lost land; the water column in the shaft will Maintain the back pressure of the steam. Here, I have, nothing more-that's enough!"
He still wrapped an arm around the girl with a bandage from an emergency worker. "I hope you will be happy, dear." He said softly, then turned around. But Smith banned it.
"That's not all," Smith said cheerfully. "You know, I fired you-thought you were exhausted. He didn't support you, but quit. So I bought them all. No matter where it is, and its value is more than I dare to think about-you Half of it! Now back to the stretcher. Just because you have saved all our necks on the ground, you don't have to think that you can keep a warship waiting all day!
We were filled with awe, and bent down the pale cloudless sky. Below us, stretches of the yellowish-brown Arabian desert; to the east near the horizon, we found tiny spots we were tracking. We have been paying attention to it since dawn, and it is now close to sunset. Where does it lead us? Should we move on or look back? How long will our natural gas and oil be retained? Where are we? I turned around and saw my problem in the eyes of my companions, the French and the Scottish Yards.
"Too fast!" Bryce shouted the roar of our car. I nodded. His gesture explained what he meant. The plane in front flew at an astonishing speed. It travels normally all day, maintaining but not increasing the distance between us. But in the past fifteen minutes, it jumped into space. Fifteen minutes ahead of two miles; now it's almost invisible. A tiny disappearing spot. What caused this superhuman speed explosion? Who is on that plane? What is there?
I glanced at Follett. He shrugged unceremoniously and beckoned to Bliss. I understand that I agree with him. This is a gathering, the decision is up to him. Follett and I just get along. This is part design and part coincidence.
Before Niubi Hetian, I was in Constantinople. I feel depressed and totally disgusted. All the way from the U.S. Secret Service's Internal Affairs Office in Washington, I have been tracking my man, but then I lost him. On the ship, we travel by rail, plane and car-always compared to my quarry, with only one seductive jump ahead of me-and in Constantinople, I lost him. This is a trick that a child should see. I could have bumped my head against the wall.
Then, suddenly, I met. Ten days before I talked to him in the Paris office. I have told him some errands because I have a hunch that the person I am after cares about not only the United States, but also France and the European continent. What Fowler told me only strengthened my faith. Therefore, meeting him in Constantinople was a ray of light in the darkness that I hate. At least I can burst out a kind of friendly spirit.
"Leave your man!" is his greeting. This is not a problem. This is a statement.
"How do you know?" I growled. My humiliation is too new to be kidding.
"Constantinople," Follett said gently. "You always lose them in Constantinople. I have lost three here."
"Three?" I said, "Like mine!"
"Yes," he nodded. Then he lowered his voice. "Come to my hotel. We can chat there."
"Now," he continued when we settled in our room fifteen minutes later, "you are very cautious in Paris. You tell me very little, just hints here and there. But it's enough Yes. You-America-have joined our team -"
"what do you mean-"
"I mean, in the past year, various secret service organizations in our continent-including Scotland Yard of course-have been hunting down-well, frankly, we don't know what the hunt is. But we do know this. There is one. A power-someone is conquering the world somewhere."
There is a white spot under the rising island. There is a white spot under the rising island.
"Are you serious?" I glanced at him, but his tight mouth convinced me. "I'm sorry," I murmured. "go ahead."
"I don't blame you for thinking this is a joke," he said unwaveringly, "but, to prove that I know what I'm talking about, let me tell you that this person is what you have been pursuing. He has done two things. One of the things. Either he proved himself to be a dangerous revolutionist, or he designed the failure of a bank or banks—"
"We can't prove it," I interrupted.
"No," Fowler said. "Neither can we. Neither can Scotland Yard, or the secret service agencies in Belgium, Germany, Italy or Spain. But you are there-"
"You mean in all these countries?"
"I mean, these countries have been and are steadily and systematically being damaged for up to a year and possibly longer. The morale of the people has been weakened; their faith in the government has been betrayed-some people are behind. Someone and the king Compared to Constantinople, we will always lose our agent! He will think faster and make more detailed plans than us!
I nodded, disgusted with my stupidity, and went all out. I murmured: "There is a low roof and a crisscross alley." "He is gone."
"Are there planes around?" Fowler asked.
I gave him a surprised look. What are the benefits of placing an airplane on a roof that is ten feet wide and twelve feet long? Then I remembered. I said: "There is an airplane, but there is still a long way to go. I can hardly see it; but the air is quiet, and I hear the sound of the electric motor."
Fowler nodded, "If you have a pair of glasses," he said softly, "you will find a glider on the plane. When we lose our soldiers, there will always be a plane and a glider. Constantine The roof of the fort."
"But that must be a coincidence!" I insisted, "Why, I happened to be sitting on the roof at the heel of that man, and the plane was at least five miles away!"
Frye shrugged. "It may be a coincidence," he said. "But this is our only clue."
"Of course," I muttered thoughtfully, "you can't follow anymore-"
Fowler smiled and said, "Can you imagine where the plane will be when we get down from the roof and climb onto the airport and start chasing?"
Let's go to dinner. Fowler's story has restored my self-confidence to a certain extent, but I am still suffering. Of course, Follett, who associates my missing person with that missing plane, is absurd, but where did that person go? Do I think he jumped a lower roof, climbed a wall, and passed through the maze of alleys in any ridiculous way within half a minute?
We were having dinner when Bliss appeared. Brice is one of the best people in Scotland Yard and I have known him for many years. Therefore, it was obvious that Follett was pleasantly surprised because his eyes flickered faintly. Bryce came directly to our table. He was filled with the joy of victory. I can feel in a certain way that although his face has been carefully trained to show no emotion, it is calm and casual.
In the rest of the meal, I can feel his excitement. But he didn't spit out anything until the end, and his self-confidence only made the excitement and the coming pleasure even stronger.
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