Chapter 584:

He Perry is a fantastically beautiful spectacle. It was like a huge, round amber, round, golden fragment lying on the bottom of the sea. What she builds is not steel, hard, and austere things, but transparent, gleaming things, all covered in soft yellow by her lights, and the inside is clearly visible. Li Huai understands her basic structure. She knows that her hull uses a hard material similar to glass, but as tough as steel, making her an ideal tool for seabed exploration. Her bow is covered with steel, stern, propeller and diving rudder. In order to release the torpedo, her side door locks are also made of steel, as are the pillars that support her, but the rest are made of quartz steel, shiny and golden like an amber heart.
Perry is beautiful and wild, but has the beauty of science, but she is not free. She was trapped. She was fixed on the gloomy mud.
The rope frustrated her. Lee Bad Torrance knows those ancient ropes. They are tough and sturdy, woven from strands of seaweed, of which 20 to 30 have peeled off a 200-foot hull. They were unevenly spaced and stretched neatly on the ship from side to side. They were trapped around her towering control tower, fixed through her rudders, and held tightly in many places. Despite the buoyancy of her empty tank and the power of the twin propellers, they still suppressed the submarine.
Seal soldiers swam around her.
[Shadows against the Golden Hull, they shake and stand out, calm and not afraid at all. In the position of Lee Badis Torrance, another person will put them down as some kind of weird large seal school, they are very curious, but nothing more. But the Harpoon thinks of them as men-men are reshaped into seals. They gave up the land a long time ago and became the hometown of their lives, the sea; over the years, their appearance has gradually changed because their meat has been covered with a layer of cold-resistant grease; his movements have adapted to the water; their legs and arms Turned into flippers; but his head still faintly faint sparks of wisdom now, these sparks undoubtedly mark them as men.
Their emotions are similar to human emotions, albeit boring. Friendliness, curiosity, anger, hatred and-Lee Bad knows and fears-even has the power of revenge. revenge! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, this is an ancient law unique to mankind! Killed one of them; if only the crew did not kill more people! If there is only that, there is hope!
First, he must enter the submarine. Lee Bad Torrance cautiously steered the harpoon towards the glorious ship like a stalking cat. At least he was in time. Inside her, he could see figures, most of them stretched out on the decks of her different compartments, but one of them occasionally moved-slowly. He understands this. For several weeks, being captured, her air was beyond the help of the rectifier. Those survivors inside were tortured, their lives continued to struggle, and their vitality continued to decline. Some may be dead. But at least he can try to save the rest.
He approached her from the rear side because in the rear compartment were her two harpoon port locks. The one on his side was empty, and the outside door opened. The torpedo it held has been dispatched, possibly seeking help, and has not been returned. It provides him with access.
At a hundred feet away from the port lock, Li Bai stopped again. His slender craftsmanship is almost indistinguishable: he feels quite safe to be found. For a few minutes, he watched the swimmers, waiting for the best chance of darts.
At the same time I studied the full length of the submarine more closely, he saw that her four chambers were filled with water. The bow of her steel hat had been burned. He guessed that it was the first accident that caused her to fall. This is not a fatal accident in itself, because there are three other compartments, each of which is separated by an impermeable bulkhead. The flooded compartment can be repaired by a person wearing a sea suit, but then a seal attack The team members came and fixed her with a rope where she was lying. He saw that some of these creatures were actually in the bow cabin, swimming curiously among the clusters of pipes, wheels and joysticks. It was a strange sight that fascinated his eyes.
But suddenly, due to his concentration, danger stabbed the short hair on his neck. The softly curved shadows near the front flickered, wide, calm brown eyes staring at him. Navy SEALs! He was found! Instinctively, Lee Bad Torrance instinctively immediately leveled the torpedo accelerator.
The rotating propeller bounced forward. The creature that had seen him doubled and flinched. During a brief robbery, when the torpedo cut through the 100-foot-long gap to the empty harbor gate, Li Huai caught a glimpse of the discoverer, gathered a group of comrades, saw the brown body lassoed behind him by seaweed, and then Perry’s The large transparent side wall was in front of him, and the dark opening of the door lock. Li Bai reversed the motor and slid the harpoon slightly to one side. Then there was a bastard, a jar, and the feeling of something moving behind.
He turned around and saw the outer door of the port lock closed, which was activated by the control device inside the submarine, and closed the first tracker just in time. Then, the pump of the door lock drains the water from the chamber, and the inner door clicks and opens.
Li Bainis Torrens suddenly climbed up from the torpedo and entered the interior of the long-lost besieged submarine.
Chapter Four
"No chance"
It is the entrance, it is an unpleasant experience. He has forgotten the air condition inside the submarine, and the impact on the air will come directly from the relatively good and fresh air until he is suddenly caught by his throat. He took a sigh of relief and was disgusted for a minute. There was light around him, shaking backwards, and he leaned weakly on some metal objects until his head was gradually cleared. But his lungs were still tortured, and he swallowed quickly.
Then there was a voice. The character appeared in front of him.
"Where did you come from-" "Who are you?"
"What—what—what—" "How are you?"
The question of semi-coherence is conveyed quietly. The people around him were pale, cheeks, dry and blue, and no one was wearing a sweatshirt and pants. They are alive and breathing, but their breathing is terrible. They screamed. They were out of breath, out of breath. Some people lay on the deck below him, straightened without enough strength to try to stand up.
The submarine is beautiful and sleepy. It appears from the outside, but loses its effect inside. Usually there are some appendages: labyrinth of pipes, wheels, machinery, which are all quiet and cold now. These are the two port locks of the Harpoon; emergency steering control; the officer's cabin. Looking to the future, still striving for a thorough clear-headedness and normalization, Li Huai could see the two front compartments intact, silent and seemingly lifeless, and dim lights burning. They ended with a watertight bulkhead standing between them and the flooded bow cabin.
Li Huai finally found the word, but even a short query made unpleasant efforts.
"Where is the commander?" he asked.
A man turned around from where he had been leaning against a nearby wheel control device. He was stripped of his waist. His tall body bent down, and the skin of his thick face became like parchment. His face used to have dignity and authority, but now he is a man, close to death after a long and hard battle for his life. His smile at Li Badi was painful-a mockery.
"I am." He said weakly. ". Please wait. Please wait. I performed the port lock. The breathing disappeared..."
He took a short breath and smiled. Standing there, next to him, staring at the dilapidated frame, Li Huai felt his power came back. He just entered; this man and others have been here for a few weeks!
"I'm Saloson," the captain said at last. All his words have been deleted, with minimal effort. "I'm glad you got through it. Even so, you are still afraid of going to jail."
"No!" Li Huai emphasized. He spoke to the captain, but his words also apply to all the others around him. "No, Captain! This is Lee Badis Torrance. I used to be a harpoon for the Alaska Whaling Company. They thought I was crazy-crazy-because I told the SEALs. Put me in the nursing home. I know They have you-when-I heard you are gone." He pointed to brown-skinned creatures gathered around the submarine outside the transparent wall. "I'll be here when I have time. In time."
"In time? Why?"
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