At dawn, the comet was finally out of sight, Vega was gone, and for the crew of the Virgen, even if the comet was a harbinger of disaster, it was necessary to start a new day's work.

The captain woke up and went to the cockpit, where the crew on duty handed him a cup of hot water - during the storm of the previous two days, all the coffee on board had been given to the Poseidon, and the Virgen had kindly sent the coffee machine to the bottom of the sea.

The captain took a sip of the tasteless boiled water, put the water cup aside, saw Chen Badai standing on the deck in a daze, and asked, "Does the poor eight generations have any new instructions?" ”

"No, he's stood from dawn to now." The watchman replied.

"Okay." The captain was a little helpless.

Although there was a "disaster star" yesterday, but the situation is still improving, the weather forecast shows that the next half a month will be sunny, the sea breeze and waves are very suitable for navigation and detection, Mr. Min's support ship is also on the way, there are two days at most to meet, and with the best efforts of the crew, the food is now a little more economical, and it can support a week to ten days, and the repair work for two consecutive days has allowed the Holy Maiden to return to normal, at least in the near future, there is no need to go to the old shipyard to find a home.

"Dear poor, are you thinking about life? What do we need to do today? We've got to do something! The captain saw Chen Badai standing in a daze, turned on the loudspeaker, and shouted.

The captain's words interrupted Chen Badai's thinking, and after a good night's sleep, Chen Badai's mind began to clear, Chen Badai confirmed that the Poseidon must have sunk somewhere here, but no one could tell him where the Poseidon was, and Chen Badai was thinking about how to calculate the possible position of the Poseidon through ocean currents and seabed hydrological conditions.

"Chen! Old! Chen, you're poor! You are still poor for eighteen generations! Chen Badai was already annoyed when he was interrupted from thinking, these people seem to have called themselves "poor" and addicted recently, which makes Chen Badai unbearable!

Captain Stanley saw Chen Badai waving his hands in protest, and felt very comfortable, and said playfully: "Dear poor! We are Bottom Hunters on a daily basis, so don't you think about saving some money for your boss? Maybe let's go home, it's good for everyone......"

"Hunters of the sea?" Chen Badai seemed to have an idea in his mind, but this idea was churning in his mind, and he just couldn't grasp it.

"By the way, the Hunter of the Sea...... These treasure hunters in the oceans of the world! Chen Badai had an idea, he ran into the cockpit and asked, "Have all the communications been restored?" ”

"Of course." The captain looked at Chen Badai and didn't know what he wanted to do.

"I mean all, including image transfer!" Chen Badai hurriedly added another sentence.

"Of course......" replied the captain in the affirmative.

"Okay, let the M&E engineer connect the network to my cabin." Chen Badai ordered.

"Poor, what are you going to do?" The captain felt a little strange, Internet access on the ocean is a luxury entertainment, although the Saint Maiden can access the Internet through satellite, but the traffic billing is not cheap, so in order to control the crew to consume too much network traffic, there is only a network cable in the entertainment room, which is usually locked.

"I need some unusual information, so do it!" Of course, Chen Badai didn't want the captain to know what he was going to do.

"That'...... The cost ......" the captain saw Chen Badai rushing out of the cockpit in a hurry and shouted in the back.

"Make the damn Dick pay!" Chen Badai shouted, hurriedly ran to the cabin, and took out his satellite phone as he ran, "Dick, I need some information." ”

"I think you're going to have some results." Dick said slowly.

"I remember that 20 years ago, there was an undersea hunter named Clark who was on a quest for the Knights Templar's treasure, and he believed that the Knights Templar sent it to sea." Chen Badai said.

"It seems to be so, but in the end he ran out of money, and there was nothing but some rotten hulls." Dick didn't know why Chen Badai brought up Clark, who used to be the laughing stock of the Hunters of the Sea.

"And he's been to the Devil's Passage, and I need his hydrology." Chen Badai said.

Clark was also a successful businessman, but at the age of 45, he became obsessed with the legends of the Templar treasures, and firmly believed that those treasures were transferred to the sea, he spent ten years, spent tens of millions of dollars, found nothing, and finally had to declare bankruptcy, but he had no official hydrological and seabed information in every corner of the North Atlantic, Chen Badai needed this.

"Chen Badai, I want to remind you that Clark was declared bankrupt on the Devil's Passage...... I don't want to be the second Clark. Dick remembered what had happened to Clark and felt uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, Dick, Clark is infinitely close to the scepter, but he's just a little bit ......," Chen Badai said confidently.

"Okay, I can find Clark, when do you need it?" Dick thought for a moment and replied.

"As soon as possible, transfer all the information of the Devil's Passage to my terminal. Dick, that's important. Chen Badai accentuated his tone, "Every second of this is spending your money." ”

When tens of gigabytes of data were transmitted to Chen Badai's tablet, it was already the middle of the night, and Chen Badai carefully looked at the hydrological and seabed data recorded by Clark about the Devil's Passage, and then compared the charts.

Clark made a detailed survey of the seabed topography and water flow of the Devil's Passage, and the data was also very accurate, Chen Badai saw a detailed underwater topography map of the Devil's Passage on the chart, and there were several places that attracted Chen Badai's attention......