Six hundred years later, a fishing boat is cruising beyond the storm.

The huge wind and waves made the fishing boat, which was more than 30 meters long, throw up on the crest of the waves, and then fall again.

On the fishing boat, Subianto was holding a bucket and was desperately vomiting, while not far from him, Jeffrey was in much better condition than he was. At this time, he was putting the headphones of the fish detection radar into his ears, listening to the sound of the sea below.

Although Subianto is an oceanographer, he is very seasick.

And Jeffrey, a foreigner, is a sailing enthusiast, a master surfer, who once drove a sailboat across the strait by himself, and has a good resistance to this kind of waves.

At this moment, even if he is seasick, he will struggle to get up.

Because in the middle of the sea, at a depth of several hundred meters, there is a melody echoing.

It was a whale humming over and over again, and he didn't know how many times he had listened to it.

And this whale, at a distance of them, sounds no more than a nautical mile away!

"It's this whale!" Jeffrey's eyes widened, he never thought that this whale was near their boat!

I guess it was this whale, hiding from the storm, so it took refuge in this range?

Is it a gift of fate, or what?

Jeffrey's gaze suddenly saw the nets and hooks next to the fishing boat.

A bold thought flashed through his heart.

Get this whale shut!

Once the idea is generated, it can no longer be held back.

He jerked around, walked over to his backpack, and pulled a cylinder out of it.

Unscrewed the cylinder and re-docked, a huge needle tube appeared.

"You...... What is it? ...... you? What are you going to do!...... "Subianto's eyes were about to pop out.

"Subianto, would you like to be my assistant, we share the results of our research, and I can help you get a teaching position at a university in California, at least at the associate professor level?" asked Jeffrey.

Hearing this, Subianto immediately stopped getting seasick, and his two eyes were almost glowing: "Really?"

"I may not be able to do a teaching position at Caltech, but I can do it at the University of California, and the senior management of several UC campuses are my poker friends. Jeffrey nodded.

Subianto's head nodded like a kowtow worm.

Although he is also a professor, he is a professor who is second to none in the world's leading school.

One is a professor in a third-rate school in a third-world country.

These two are not on the same level at all.

If he didn't really want this attention, Subianto really didn't dare to confront Jeffrey.

But at this moment, the conflict of interests of the two people has been resolved.

Then, Jeffrey looked at the boat boss next to him: "Do you want to make another amount of money?"

"Make money? You're crazy! We're not a whaling ship!"

"God knows, you know, I know, we just need to say that it was we who rescued the whale injured in the typhoon, who knows what happened?" said Jeffrey.

Seeing that the boat boss was still hesitating, he said, "I'll give you 100,000!"

"Rupiah?" the boat boss hadn't reacted yet.

"Dollars!"

The two eyes of the captain of the ship immediately sparkled with golden light.

Oh my God!

Their N-hand broken fishing boat, when they bought it, it was almost so much money.

With such a sum of money, they can change to the best set of horizontal sonar fish-detection radars, and their future fishing income ......

The fire in the heart of the boat boss was already burning.

However, he still opened his mouth and said, "2...... $200,000!"

"Deal!" Jeffrey didn't even bother to return the counteroffer.

For a scholar of his stature, $200,000 is a lot, but it's not too nerve-wracking.

Moreover, this money can be replenished from the research fund in the future, as long as this whale can be caught that can sing human songs!

Seeing that the ship's boss showed a more greedy look, Jeffrey said, "You'd better not speak again, or I'll take back my previous promise!"

The boat boss immediately closed his mouth tightly.

The one who has the money is the boss!

"What are we going to do?" asked the ship's boss.

"Do you have any large spearguns?" Jeffrey said, pulling out the cylinder he had taken out, "I got this thing from a cetacean conservation and rescue organization who used it to anesthetize a whale and operate on it...... As long as it pierces under the skin of cetaceans, even blue whales can be put down!"

The captain of the boat took the heavy cylinder and shook it, and it was slowly filled with some kind of liquid, which should be some kind of powerful anesthetic.

"There is no ...... for large spearguns," and then the captain beckoned a young sailor to come over and said, "This is our best pitcher, he can accurately hit a tuna more than twenty meters away!"

The young man, who looked to be only half an age, weighed the cylinder in his hand, turned and tied it to a harpoon.

It's a bit rudimentary, but Jeffrey can't care more about it.

The boat chased in the direction of the humpback whale, which was still moving, but because of the sonar tracking, after half an hour, they saw a humpback whale not far ahead, breathing on the surface of the sea.

Humpback whales are able to dive underwater for more than twenty minutes, but they are not fish after all and must come out for a breath.

The fishing boat quietly approached the humpback whale.

This humpback whale was not wary of the fishing boat.

In fact, most whales are not wary of humans.

The ship was quietly approaching, and on the side of the ship, the young sailor raised his harpoon and aimed it at the surface of the sea.

Close, close.

The owner turned off the engine and used inertia to slowly approach the humpback whale.

Humpback whales rolled over the surface of the sea and did not find danger approaching.

The young sailor was accumulating strength, the harpoon in his hand flickering with cold light.

Suddenly, his hand snapped up and shot forward.

At this moment, the hull of the ship suddenly made a "bang" as if it had touched something, as if someone had knocked it.

The hull of the ship shook, and the harpoon in the sailor's hand, grazing the skin on the back of the humpback whale, fell into the water.

"Damn!" Jeffrey yelled, "what's going on!"

How did that feeling just now feel like being knocked on sonar?

Could it be that you are being targeted by something?

Coast Guard?

But above the sea, there is a vastness.

There's no way the coast guard can get here!

And the humpback whale has already rolled over, dived into the water, and disappeared.

"WTF !!" Jeffrey is going crazy.

What the hell is going on!

Beneath the surface of the sea, a submarine is diving at a depth of several hundred meters.

The submarine is hidden beneath the thermocline of the deep-sea channel and is virtually undetectable by passive sonar on the surface.

But with a more powerful sonar system, it is able to detect everything that is happening on the surface.

At this moment, the sonar soldier triumphantly withdrew his hand.

Sample, don't think I can't see it, you want to plot against my little brother! Believe it or not, grandpa rewarded you with a torpedo to taste!

Little whale whale, obediently come back to your brother, it's not safe outside, there are bad people!