Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Mission
In the afternoon of Bermuda time, the sea suddenly became thick with fog.
The situation is very weird, just like the smoke artificially released on the theater stage, tumbling in, quickly rolling the tugboat and Shen Rui into the dense fog, the visibility is less than five meters, the sun cannot be seen, and even Shen Rui and the others will become trance as long as they are a little far away from each other.
"Be quiet, turn on all the lights on the boat." Ye Wuxian said in a deep voice.
Shen Rui frowned, "I've read many sighting reports in Bermuda, all of them were at first a dense fog rising without warning, and then all the ship's instruments failed, and some people even found ancient sailboats in the dense fog, should we..."
Ye Wuxian nodded, "I've also seen those sighting reports, Brother Pan, while the satellite positioning is still stable, see if you can rush out of this dense fog." ”
"Understood!"
Lao Pan pushed hard with one hand, directly adjusting the tug to the strongest power output, and the two Cummins diesel engines made a humming sound, and even the tugboat deck continued to tremble.
Lao Pan stared at the front in the cab, and Shen Rui and Ye Wuxian were in charge of the left and right.
The nerves of the group were highly tense, no one spoke, only the constant roar of diesel engines.
Thirty minutes passed, and the fog remained as if there was no end in sight.
An hour passed, the tugboat moved thirty-eight nautical miles, and Shen Rui and the others were still surrounded by dense fog.
Three hours later, more than a hundred nautical miles had been moved, the fog was more intense, and there was a salty smell in the air, like tens of thousands of dead fish piled on top of each other, slowly rotting.
Shen Rui rubbed his eyes and stared at the white mist for three hours in a row, making his eyes a little sore.
Suddenly, Shen Rui seemed to see a huge black shadow rushing out of the dense fog, heading towards him, and he hurriedly shouted: "Turn the rudder right!" ”
Call~
Lao Pan was also tense in the wheelhouse, and when he heard Shen Rui shouting, he hit the rudder low, the hull of the ship tilted a full twenty degrees, and the buckets and cables on the deck all slid to the other side.
Shen Rui grasped the guardrail with both hands, and when he saw the black shadow rushing straight over, he almost suffocated, because it was a ship, an old-fashioned sailing ship, a wooden structure, with a collision horn in the bow, and the triangular sail on three sides had long been broken, as many holes as a hornet's nest.
There was no one, not a single person on the sailboat, exactly like the legendary ghost ship.
Swish~
The tugboat turned in time and brushed the port side of the sailboat, the closest distance was less than a meter, Shen Rui even saw the open gun port on the sailboat, the main firepower of the old Caribbean sailing ship was concentrated on both sides, taking advantage of the gap between the two boats to pass by, shooting at each other.
"Did you see that?" Shen Rui swallowed a mouthful of foam and asked.
"See." Lao Pan said in a deep voice, Ye Wuxian frowned and nodded.
"Here comes on the right, too! Left full rudder! Suddenly, Ye Wuxian shouted.
Swish~
The tugboat leaned again, avoiding a sailboat rushing out on the right, this one with a larger hull, like a gunboat with the same mottled hull and no one on board...
"What the hell!" After a few times in a row, Lao Pan scolded angrily in the cockpit.
Shen Rui and the others seemed to have crossed time and met head-on with a sailing team in the Age of Discovery.
No, it's not some fleet of the Age of Discovery, it's a fleet of ghost ships!
Caribbean galleons, Spanish gunboats, British gunboats, countless types, but all of them were in tatters, with no people, no sound, ghostly rushing out of the dense fog one by one.
"If only Hachi were here." Shen Rui said with a mouthful of foam.
With Xiaoba's arm strength of up to eighteen tons, this kind of broken ship slaps one by one, regardless of whether it is a ghost ship or not, shoot it to death first!
It's a pity that Xiaoba is far away in the Pacific Ocean at the moment, and according to the itinerary, he won't reach the Caribbean Sea through the Panama Canal until tomorrow night, and Shen Rui has lost his greatest help.
"Seems to have disappeared?"
I didn't see the ghost ship for more than ten minutes, and Lao Pan muttered to himself suspiciously.
Everyone still did not dare to relax their vigilance, and after another hour, suddenly the fog became thinner, and the visibility became higher and higher.
Rumble~
The tugboat roared and rushed out of the fog!
Looking up, a crescent moon was rising out of the sea, with a transparent sky and starlight overhead.
As for the dense fog, it was like a tsunami, far away from Shen Rui's tugboat, rushing into the distance like a mountain of seas.
Shen Rui silently took out a cigarette case, handed one to Lao Pan, and Ye Wuxian pulled out half of the white chocolate from his pants pocket.
The power of nature is powerful and mysterious, and no one knows how the fog and the ghost ships came to be and where they are at this moment.
"This is Bermuda." Shen Rui took a deep breath of cigarette and said in a deep voice.
……
Midnight, Caribbean, Bermuda Triangle region.
"Amen."
Under the guidance of the priest, a group of nervous men accepted the blessing and rose from the deck, including the fierce Italian man with a scarface, assuming that he was not a secret guard of the Holy See, and could have become a mafia with his own dignity.
The priest is not the usual priest in the cathedrals, he wears an ascetic robe, ties his waist with a hemp rope, and the cross on his chest is also special, which is the death row of Jesus' crucifixion.
The ascetic priest glanced at the guards of the Holy See who were finally present, and said in a deep voice: "This is the best of times, and the worst of times, and the authority of the Holy See has never been so severely challenged as it is today. ”
"We are all God's people, and we must not witness pagans subvert the world created by God!"
"At the foot of this sea, there is a huge pyramid that cannot be imagined by man, and once this truth is made public, people will question the authority of God, because this huge pyramid under the sea is a pagan miracle, and if it were not for divine power, it would not have been possible to build such a miraculous structure under the sea."
"Our mission is to destroy the miracles of the pagans, and there is no second god in the world except God!"
After all, the dervishes made people push out Sir Bruce, a stubborn Englishman with white hair and a woolen waistcoat, just like Hemingway's old man and the sea, the stubborn fisherman, with a resolute face, because of his perennial dealings with the sea, his face is very red.
"Be kind to Sir Bruce, and he will lead us to the laid's lair." The dervishes said to the believers and the guards.
Bah~
The stubborn old man Bruce spat directly on the ascetic's face, and said loudly: "What you want to destroy is the greatest discovery of mankind in the twenty-first century!" Civilization does not belong to the Holy See, but to all mankind! ”
The dervish wiped his face indifferently, waved his hand, and asked for Bruce to be pushed into the underwater rescue submarine, and then some of the disciples moved the wooden boxes into it.
The box is army green with three white letters written on it.
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