Johnny and the others waited another day, and the British did not seem to have any intention of stopping their extensive search along the coast. During this time, Frank even caused a few chaos in Liverpool's train station and other transport hubs to the outback, but he still couldn't draw the attention of the British away from the seaside.

"Hey, I have worse news for you." Joel had just returned from the beach, and said to the rough embryos.

"Let me guess, the British's anti-submarine helicopters are starting to conduct anti-submarine operations here, aren't they?" Frank told a very cold joke.

"So, that's why they've always thought you're the crow's beak benchmark? Well, the British did send additional patrol planes to the nearby seas, land-based aircraft, and seaplanes, but there were no anti-submarine helicopters as you mentioned. "Joel says your joke isn't funny at all.

This is indeed not good news, and it is not a matter of time and a half to transfer a bunch of Mississippi supplies that can be used for two months from an ancient coal-fired fishing boat to an afloat Virginia-class nuclear submarine in the always unstable seas.

Judging from the fact that the nearby waters are full of gunboats and planes of the British Royal Navy on patrol missions, there is a real risk of being spotted by the British at any time if you kayak between fishing boats and submarines.

"It looks like you'll have to take the risk of returning to the submarine in a seal transport, and re-agree with Abu to get supplies away from the British." Frank said to Johnny.

"That's all there is to it, but there is still some time before the meeting time I have made with the Mississippi, and we had better find out what the British are up to, or at least make sure that their purpose in doing this will not do any harm to the 'Great Song'." Johnny said.

Johnny feared that the British's massive search was aimed at those who had arrived on the plane before them, since they had no fleet to stop the British from carrying out so-called expeditions to Antarctica, and sending people to infiltrate and wreak havoc was one of their few options.

Given the unfortunate appearance of Abu's gang clamoring for caviar, Johnny has reason to believe that the non-semi-clone traversers are most likely at a worrying level.

"Yes, my lord! According to the usual virtue of the 'director team', this radio equipment will definitely be easy to use after an accident, and I don't want the first thing I will do after receiving the signal is to rescue those bronze elementary school students who have been arrested. Joel said.

Figuring out what the British were going to do sounded like it sounded pretty simple, but even if it was a field team as tough as Johnny, it would have been a lot of work to do when all the equipment related to wireless signals had failed.

"Damn the Navy, their superstitious rule that women can't get off the submarine has made us lose even a chance to play a beauty trick!" Frank whined.

Judging from the current situation, the oldest and most primitive beauty plan is the most cost-effective means of obtaining information at the cost of manpower and time. But even if they don't mention that there are no women in their field team, even if they can lock down an English noblewoman who knows the inside story at this time, their group of rough men will not be able to pull out a man who fits the aesthetics of the noblewomen of the late nineteenth century to perform this ancient tactic.

"Well, even if there is no female field worker, we can't even make up a little white face that meets the current aesthetics, it's sad! Frank has to bother you to get some hands on the police station's phone line. Joel said as he pulled out a lot of bits and pieces from a leather tote bag and began to tinker.

Since the "director's team" who had suffered a thousand knives had done something to the wireless signal, Joel had to find a way to change the wireless bugging device in his hand to a wired bugging that transmitted the signal through the telephone lines of the British.

Three hours later, the Liverpool Police Station's telephone was deaf after Frank's operation, and after killing the maintenance man from the telephone company halfway through, Joel entered the police station in his place.

"Your Excellency the Superintendent, you have deployed so many people to the beach to take duty, which has seriously affected our normal law enforcement operations in the inland areas of the city, and you have also seen a number of recent riots in places such as the station, and we simply do not have enough police force to control the situation." Frank, who pretends to be inspecting telephone lines on a distant telephone pole, finally gets useful information thanks to the bugging device that Joel has set up in a wait-and-see manner.

"Don't you think it's a bit counterintuitive to have the timing of sabotage events with no specific goal? With so many police and soldiers pouring into Liverpool, and the fact that there are still people who choose to make trouble at this time, I can't think of any other reason for those troublemakers to start these riots than to confuse and distract our forces along the coastline. Frank heard the so-called superintendent's reply.

"But after all these days, our meticulous search has not found any clues related to the submarine, maybe it is just a rumor to confuse us." Another complained.

"Do you think that a rumor has been raised above, that the Scotland Yard officers, including me, have been sent here from London, along with my superintendent? Put away your useless whining, and let's get back to the beach and get back to work. The superintendent from Scotland Yard interrupted the conversation with another officer, who was supposed to be a local police officer in Liverpool.

TF？ Submarine!? Our submarines? How did the British, who didn't even know what the hell sonar was, find out that the Mississippi was lurking outside the port of Liverpool? Hearing this little conversation, Frank was not good.

After this, Frank did not receive any information about the British operation at the seashore, which apparently was not allowed to be talked about on other occasions.

Frank can't just hang on the pole all the time, after all, the real mechanic is already cold, and someone will soon find out that something is wrong. In desperation, Frank had no choice but to detonate the aluminum-mixed explosives installed with the bugging device to ensure that the British could not find the slightest scrap from the 21st century.

"Johnny, did you get caught up in that seal boat when you returned to the Mississippi?" Frank, who had placed the bugging report on the oak table, asked.

"This probability should be very small, I wore diving equipment and swam in the water for nearly 500 meters before getting on the transport boat." Johnny is always as cautious as ever.

"So, it was the 'director team' who suffered a thousand cuts that somehow woke up the British?" Joel has always speculated about the "director's team" with the worst malice.

"As things stand, we can only make such inferences. Now the question arises, the British Antarctic research fleet is in Portsmouth, what hell are they hiding in Liverpool, so taboo that there are submarines cruising in the nearby waters? Johnny said.

"Damn! Johnny, we've been exposed, get out of this hellish place, who cares what secrets the British still hide! Frank said.

"Withdraw? What if there is still a group of bronze schoolchildren who belong to the 'Great Song' intelligence department? Maybe it won't be long before we're back for a goddamn rescue operation! Joel said.

“F#UK！ I hate the rescue! We're just here to get soy sauce and replenish supplies by the way, why are we looking for so many things!? Frank complained.

"Yo, from the moment you find out that the submarine has only a chart from the Caribbean Sea to here, you should be prepared. This is a reality show that has no bottom line for the sake of ratings, you won't know about it on the first day, right? Johnny said.

"So what are we going to do? Catch that superintendent of Scotland Yard and beat him up? Frank was obviously tired of the "director's team" being endlessly tired of giving them trouble.

"The crux of the matter should still be at sea, what could be so taboo about submarines?" Johnny said.

"Hang Mom? The British won't open their brains to make a flight mother, right? Joel looked incredulous.