Smith is still dressed as before he got on the ship, with a straight suit and shiny leather shoes, this head seems not to be on a mission, but to participate in a celebrity drinking party, holding the aluminum alloy metal lockbox that he never leaves, and greeting Major Rex with a cast poker face: "Captain Rex, have you arrived?" ”

Rex didn't have much affection for the CIA official, smoking his cigar, puffing on white smoke, pointing in the direction of the lights in front of him, and spit out two words like gold: "It's here." With that, he looked away and ignored Smith.

This is a simple dock, which shows that the Pentagon did not consider docking large ships here when it first built the spy island. Figures swayed on the dock, several sailors were running forward and backward preparing to throw and erect the gangway, and four Marines wearing Kevlar body armor and armed with automatic rifles stood behind Company Commander Nelson, vigilantly guarding the dock.

After more than ten minutes, the boat finally came to shore, the gangway was erected, Rex took the lead and walked off the boat, and the young officer on the dock saluted him and said with a smile: "Major, welcome to this ghost place where birds don't." ”

Rex bit his cigar and looked at the seemingly complaining Nelson in front of him with a smile, but he knew very well in his heart that the future of a young officer who could be appointed to a place like Spy Island to serve as a guard was limitless. In addition, Nelson came from a military family, his grandfather was a major general in the army, and his father is currently holding a key position in the DOD, he himself participated in the "Just Cause" operation that invaded Panama the year before last, and was awarded a Navy Cross, and after the war in Panama, he was transferred here and jumped to the rank of captain and company commander of K Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 6th Regiment.

Nelson noticed Smith behind Rex and couldn't help but look a few more times, before the command sent a notice informing him that there would be a man named Daeron . Smith's C.I.A. officials visited, and the notice did not say what they were going to do, saying only that they "must fully cooperate."

"This must be Mr. Smith, I guess." Nelson held out his hand, and since the other party was not a military man, he did not have to salute.

Smith politely stretched out his hand, and the two shook hands in the same way.

Nelson felt that Mr. Smith's hands were as cold as the expression on his face, like touching the skin of a snake, slippery, cold, and uncomfortable.

Nelson turned to Rex and said, "Major, I'm running out of wine in the wine cabinet. You haven't forgotten the Scotch whisky I brought you last time, have you? ”

Rex pulled the cigar from the corner of his mouth, pointed to the boat, and said, "I didn't forget, I'll have someone take it down for you later, and I'll put it in my captain's room now." ”

"It's still a major enough friend, let's have a drink together later."

Smith suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two, and his voice was still cold: "Captain Nelson, I'm afraid your appointment with Major Rex will have to be delayed, I have urgent business and need your cooperation, where is your office?" ”

The implication cannot be said here.

The C.I.A. has always been sneaky, and Nelson had to apologize to Rex and say that he would come back for a drink when he was done with official business.

Taking Smith to his office, Nelson opened the drawer of his desk, took out a bottle of whiskey from it, grabbed two glasses on the table, poured a small half glass, and handed one to Smith: "Have a drink?" ”

Smith shook his head, pulled out an envelope from his bosom and handed it over, "Let's get down to business first." ”

Nelson looked a little disappointed and said: "This is a twenty-year-old Scotch whisky, no more, no less just the right vintage, just like a young girl, just twenty years old, one more year is too old, one year less is too young, and it is really a terrible thing not to drink." ”

Seeing that he was so intoxicated, Smith could not excuse himself again, put the envelope on the table, picked up the wine glass, and poured the amber whiskey from the glass into his mouth in one gulp.

"Now you can get down to business, right?" The domineering Scotch whisky didn't seem to have any effect on Smith, and his face didn't change for a moment, and he said very easily.

A strange gleam flashed in Nelson's eyes, and he slowly sipped the wine in his mouth, but his eyes never left Smith's face, looking at him with an extremely strange expression.

Finally, he poured the rest of the wine from the glass into his throat and said loudly, "Well, I won't let me go back to my old man, who thinks I'm only drinking on the island......"

Picking up the envelope from the table, he expertly tore open the seal and pulled out a document from it, which was greeted by the seal, apparently signed by two departments.

After scanning the documents, Nelson noticed the most crucial sentence, the smith in front of him had the highest level of secret authority - level five!

He spread his hands: "What do you need me to do?" ”

Smith glanced around Nelson's office, a strange smile flashing across his iron-cast poker face, "Take me to Dr. Haynes, I have important business to hand over to him." ”

There are double concessions, and Nielsen certainly won't say a word.

"No problem, I absolutely obey orders, especially for VIPs like you who have come from the CIA." He made a gesture of please, "This way." ”

The direction he was pointing was not outside the door, but in a corner of the office, and there was no door in that corner at all. Smith subconsciously took a step and was immediately stunned, apparently he was a little surprised.

However, the unexpected expression was just the sea breeze blowing on his face, and he quickly returned to normal, and said with a blank face: "Captain Nelson, I'm tired of you leading the way." ”

The two of them walked one after the other and walked into the corner. In addition to a wooden hanger, there was also a copper sink in the corner, apparently where Nelson usually washed, and the captain walked up to the mirror of the sink and pressed it with his hand on one corner, and the whole mirror was activated, emitting a faint blue light, like the LCD of a computer turned on.

The monitor dimmed slightly, and a system interface appeared.

Smith couldn't help but be secretly surprised, it turned out that this was a hidden fingerprint recognition system, if it weren't for Nelson himself, I'm afraid it would be difficult for outsiders to know that under this ordinary mirror was actually the passage to the secret core of the spy island.

Nelson pressed his right palm to the screen, and after a few seconds, a secret door slid open on the wall, revealing an elevator inside. There are a lot of barometer-like things on the metal walls inside the elevator, which is quite sci-fi, and it is more like a submarine cabin than an elevator.

Nelson invited Smith into the elevator, expertly pressed a few buttons, then turned his head and smiled, "Mr. Smith, welcome to the real 'Spy Island'." Many people thought that the spy islands were used to monitor Soviet and Chinese military movements in the Pacific, but in fact, only a few people knew the secrets, and even the president thought it was a small surveillance base. ”

The elevator descended down the shaft for what seemed like a long time, and Smith felt that the depth must be more than five hundred meters.

With the slight sound of the motor braking, the elevator finally stopped.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Smith was shocked by the scene in front of him.