After the British staged a unique live broadcast of the shipwreck in front of many reporters, even the rough embryos on the other side of the ocean knew the whereabouts of the submarine they had been thinking about.

"Why did our submarine cross the Atlantic to attack the British research fleet after swatting the Eagle-chan's 'Maine' in the Caribbean?" Hao Dajian was very puzzled by the strange whereabouts and aggressive behavior of the USS Mississippi.

"This Nima still needs to ask why? That's not all the masterpiece of the 'director team', a group of cats at the bottom of the sea ghosts, who knows what kind of world is out there now, text messages let them scold them! Former micro-film director Feng Yunyi said.

"Being able to dive from the Caribbean to Plymouth means that it has to be a nuclear submarine, and the 'director team' won't be equipped with horror things of Big Ivan's level, right?" Chopper said.

"No, how miserable does this rating have to fall to think of relying on a big killer like Big Ivan to pull the ratings?" Feng Yunyi said.

"Don't get up crooked, seeing that the use time of our communication satellites is about to bottom out, let's focus on how to contact the lone submarine!" Zhao Yi said.

"Difficult! For this kind of nuclear submarine that can not float for several months in the sea, we really don't have any tricks, and if it wants to blow up Buckingham Palace, we can also watch. Hao Dajian spread his hands and said that he could not do anything.

"Lao Zhao, there is new news, there is a fire in one of the British's shipyards in Liverpool!" Wang He, who was delayed due to official business, hurriedly walked into the conference room.

"Huh? Let me guess, the British even blamed us for the fire at that shipyard? Feng Yunyi said.

"No, apparently the instigator of that fire was much smarter than you, and it is said that several Scotland Yard spies caught a couple of Russian spies wandering around the shipyard before the fire broke out." Wang He said to Feng Yunyi with a smile.

"So, Maozi wants to take advantage of the chaos to sin the opium cow?" Feng Yunyi continued to ask.

"I finally know why your movies keep hitting the streets, hey, it seems that the audience's IQ is online!" Hao Dajian said.

"I won't take you to slap your face like this! Could it be that the nuclear submarine attacked the British shipyard in Liverpool with missiles? Isn't that right? If they can't connect to the satellites, what do they rely on to guide?" Feng Yunyi's series of questions made Wang He confirm the fact that there is no shortage of brain-dead directors and screenwriters in Huaxia.

"I guess there were some special operators like Navy SEALs on that submarine, who had landed in Liverpool before that submarine went to Plymouth." Wang He said.

"The question is, what is there in that shipyard that is worth the risk of arson by those special operators?" Feng Yunyi's mind is a rhythm that has been trapped in the details and can't climb out.

"The point is not that the Opium Cow has started to invent and create something again, after seeing their hybrid Turtle Tank, I don't think their current level of technology can make those special operators risk anything. I guess those rough embryos want us to know about their existence. Zhao Yi said, obviously everyone here except for the former micro-film director is IQ online.

"Well, so, I just want to ask, when you were training in that light curtain, did you come into contact with any methods to contact your own separated special operators under extreme conditions?" Wang He said.

"So, you think it's an Eagle Sauce's nuclear submarine?" Hao Dajian said.

"Judging from the methods of those special combat personnel, it is almost the same as Eagle Sauce's consistent style of doing things. When it comes to relying on submarines to support sabotage operations in the coastal and coastal areas, Eagle Sauce has the most practical experience. "Wang He's original unit has spent a lot of energy on preventing similar actions.

"Ask Lao Lu and An Yanxin, maybe they have been exposed to this kind of training." Zhao Yi said that this kind of thing of touching in the dark is not the style of painting the frontal strength of their armored troops.

The kind of means of contacting one's own personnel under extreme conditions mentioned by Wang He is nothing more than leaving some preset information in some public relations media, such as message boards at stations and advertising on newspaper advertising boards.

Of course, judging from the current situation of crossing the public and the opium cattle across the ocean, this method obviously refers to the publication of information in the advertising column of the newspaper, well, provided that someone in the green paint area understands the set of contact methods.

However, An Yanxin's reply was not optimistic, they did have access to such a set of contact methods to deal with extreme situations, but the passwords used by their Navy SEALs are all one-time, that is, each operation is equipped with a set of passwords, once the operation is over, it will be invalid, and it is not universal at all.

"What then? You can't just watch those rough guys give up all the British Isles, right? Now is not the best time to play Armageddon with Ox Niu! Hao Dajian said.

"Use the old password you used to signal to them, and you'll have to be a dead horse doctor." Wang He sighed and said helplessly.

"Old passwords? Big brother, which set are you going to use? Personally, I remember three or four sets! An Yanxin shrugged.

"All! We'll send you and your teammates all the used passwords you and your teammates can remember! Bet on the odds! Zhao Yi said.

In fact, Johnny and his family have been looking for advertisements with contact information in the advertising columns of newspapers and magazines since they landed. It's just that nothing has been gained, so they decided to make a big move to remind the Green Paint District of their existence.

Four days after burning down the British's rudimentary mixed freighter, Johnny and the others finally saw a few messages in the newspaper in the cracks of the newspaper with a defunct code: "Stop the operation, lurk in place." ”

"This is the password I came into contact with in a Syrian scenario, and it is said to have long since failed." Frank said, pointing to a missing person notice in a newspaper.

"This is the code I wrote for an operation in the Libyan scenario, and in the same way, it should be abolished with the end of the operation." Joel said.

"I'm not surprised at all by this situation, if the 'director team' gives the green paint area a set of contact codes that can be shared with us, they might as well just unblock our radio shield! Whatever, we achieved the goal of attracting the attention of the green paint area anyway. Johnny said.

Obviously, those contact codes that have expired and been abolished can't carry much information, those sets of passwords are specially made for the actions at the time, those alluding to backup plans, retreat routes, etc., even if Johnny still remembers them, but they have no meaning at all for them trapped on the island of Britain.

"Even if it's false information, it's not harmful to us, and there's nothing wrong with cats getting up at this time." Flender said as he looked out the window at the scene of the fire in the distance, which had not been extinguished after four days of embers.

The kerosene that Brand bought at great expense was not brought into the shipyard, but it still played a key role in helping the fire spread from the shipyard.

Of course, this is not the most perfect part of the arson plan, and the few Mao Zier fools who were fooled around the shipyard are the finishing touches of this operation.

Even if it is difficult for the Green Paint District to dissociate itself from the attack in Plymouth Bay because of that inflated statement, it is also difficult for Maozi to clear his suspicion of being involved.

"Alright, gentlemen, let's move to the next safe house, and when we meet up with the USS Mississippi, we'll be thinking about how to get in touch with the fleet in the Green Paint District." Johnny kicked over a bucket of kerosene that had been placed on the ground.

A few men in black emerged from the three-story wooden building, and when they boarded a tightly wrapped carriage with suitcases, a primitive ignition device fell to the floor, igniting the kerosene that had overflowed the iron drums, and the fire instantly consumed Johnny's former safe house, as well as all the traces of their existence.