"Tell me it's not a submarine. Gu Tie said.

"This is a submarine. Yuyama Asada said.

"Tell me we're just going to a bigger boat by submarine. Gu Tie said.

"We went straight to Tokyo Bay. Yuyama Asada said.

The Chinese looked at the Ryukyu people speechlessly, showing a look of disdain: "Old shallow, old shallow, after so many years of revolutionary struggle, you are still so naïve, it is really beyond my imagination." From a safety point of view, there is no worse means of transportation than a submarine, lock yourself in a big stainless steel tank and throw it into the water, once you encounter an emergency, there is no way to escape in time! It is your freedom to drive this big coffin to Tokyo, but I don't want to be the second passenger of your Titanic, please, goodbye!"

Asada looked at him calmly, "You don't know the country of Japan, self-righteous Chinese. Loaded with contraband, we were stopped by the police before entering the Greater Tokyo area, and after the explosion of the quantum network routing cluster in Malaysia, the police were highly active throughout Japan, even those who were cycling morning exercises were searched at temporary checkpoints, and electronic police dogs could smell the remnants of gunpowder from a shot three days ago, not to mention so many explosives. My submarine is completely different from what you think, don't judge what you don't understand. ”

Gu Tie was stunned for a moment, "I accept what you said, I really don't know enough about Japan." But as far as the submarine itself is concerned......"

Asada stopped talking, climbed the gangway with both hands, and swung into the shaft of the submarine like a gibbon. Gu Tie hesitated, sighed, and jumped into the submarine cabin in the same way. As imagined, the interior of the submarine was quite cramped, and the adult man could not stand upright, the driver's seat was clinging to the bulkhead, and a small crew seat was piled with diving suits, underwater shock spears and other equipment. The old man was already sitting unceremoniously in the driver's seat, Gu Tie squeezed in in an awkward position, threw the sundries on the ground, and reluctantly sat down in the passenger seat, his head still tilted to meet the sleek curve of the bulkhead.

"It's not like Japanese products. The Chinese pouted and commented: "Japanese products do not pay attention to ergonomics so much, even the smallest Japanese cars will make people sit comfortably." If you want me to say, this design idea of form over function must have originated in France. ”

"Correct. Asada's palm pressed against the console, fingerprints, body temperature, and DNA probes confirmed his identity at the same time, and the green signal light turned on, and the inner wall of the submarine suddenly became completely transparent, revealing everything from the outside world. A large taki-six-line fish swam by, Gu Tie looked around in amazement, the shallow sea with a depth of no more than ten meters was turbid turquoise, and when he raised his head, he could see the cylindrical connection structure under the wooden house on the pier, the lights of the pier illuminated the seabed through the water surface, the seabed was about eighty meters deep, and he could barely see the rocks, seagrass and benthic fish at the bottom. It's like sitting in a transparent bubble suspended in the sea, and if it weren't for the eyesore seats, meters, clutter, and old Ryukyu men, it would be like wandering through a fairyland.

"Impressed. Gu Tie had to admire, "Again, formalism and aesthetic significance are stronger than functionality." ”

"This is the 'Amber'-class special submarine, the 'First Empire' of Brausser Lafontaine for the '100 million jade fragments', the Frenchman claimed that the sonar capable of detecting such submarines has not yet been invented, and with the absolute secrecy of the First French Design Bureau, the 'Amber' class can run rampant in every heavily guarded port in the world, even military ports. Asada said casually. He pressed a button, and data, charts, and passive sonar information surfaced on the holographic bulkhead, "The French built a total of three, one in the research institute of the First French Design Bureau, one sank due to a fuel cell explosion, and the other, right here." Due to some design flaw, the Amber class was not mass-produced, the design data was destroyed, and we were actually on a non-existent submarine. ”

Gu Tie had in his mind the image of a flamboyant beard and extremely proud French man, and the leader of the IPU organization, who always regarded himself as Napoleon Bonaparte, the First Emperor of the French Empire, was a guy with great powers, but his personality was really annoying. He spent a few seconds thinking, "Fuel cell explosion...... Judging by the shape of the transparent shell, the submarine is teardrop-shaped, the front crew compartment is so small, and the rear propulsion system is surprisingly small, ordinary fuel cells cannot provide enough horsepower and endurance, it must be the latest ......"

"Metallic hydrogen fuel cells. The Ryukyuan people gave an answer without hesitation. A slight shock came, the turboprop began to turn, the hatch cover overhead was closed, the airtight valve locked the hatch, the suspension hook was disengaged, and the Amber-class submarine was suspended in the not-so-clear waters of the port of Yokohama.

"That is, we are driving this submarine with explosives that are five hundred times more powerful than TNT. The Chinese clapped their hands gently.

"Correct. "Despite its many flaws, the metallic hydrogen fuel cell is much higher than that of conventionally powered submarines in terms of output power and endurance, and at the same time much quieter than nuclear-powered submarines, making it an almost perfect power choice." ”

"I'll do the math. Gu Tie raised his fingers cooperatively, "Three submarines, one exploded." The accident rate is only 33.3%, so based on the probability, probably one of the two of us will survive. -- I take back the preface, this is not a simple steel coffin, but we are simply locked in the shell of the 'little boy' (the nuclear warhead dropped by the United States on Hiroshima).

The Ryukyuan people simply ignored his attitude and "cruised at a speed of twenty knots to the port of Tokyo, sneaked through the H-133 waterway, and there was an underwater cave suitable for mooring in the base part of Taiyo Tokaiso in Toyo Toyo Town in Toyomi Town, and we parked the submarine there and landed from the hidden waterway behind the tsukushichi market. Questions?"

"There is a big problem. Gu Tie raised his eyebrows: "We were still discussing the battle plan just now, and we didn't have any feasible plans at all, so you just took me to see your secret base, and then pulled me to jump into this bastard submarine that uses explosives as diesel, do you want me to accompany you to blow up the Metropolitan Police Department building?"

"Ten hours is enough time to come up with a plan. Asada Yuyama pushed the control stick, the propeller silently stirred the seawater, and the "Amber"-class submarine began to turn, "Bet on the intelligence that you Chinese are proud of." ”

"Bet on your big fart in the Sea of Japan!" Gu Tie said angrily, huddled in his seat aggrievedly, looked at the schools of fish passing by outside and began to think nervously.

The submarine leaves the private dock and quietly dives into the dark depths of the sea.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Asia, 2,000 kilometers away from the Japanese port of Yokohama and with a one-hour time difference, several people are gathering in a dimly lit room, staring at the pale male corpse on the morgue.

"It can be said that it is a failed product. Lucifer has done nothing in recent years in concocting the Sons of God, and I think the council needs to reconsider the meaning of this sector and allocate resources to more important areas. - For example, the most important Leviathan. Said a very obese black man, dressed in an oversized white suit with a huge head topped with beige Panama straw yards, a head that was surprisingly large even compared to his body, making the straw hat on top of his head and the glasses on the bridge of his nose look as small and cute as a child's toy.

"Ah, yes, of course, I agree, go ahead and cut the money, let Lucifer disappear from the Brotherhood completely, the Speaker may agree, I will offer my resignation, you're welcome, that's what I should do, this blasphemous act should have been stopped a long time ago, may the Father of Heaven forgive me for my sins. The man standing opposite him had a cross on his chest, a kind-faced old man, thin and tall, dressed in the red vestments of the highest rank of Catholicism, and nodding his head apologetically as he spoke, showing the virtue of modesty and forbearance.

"You're done, fatty. "The cardinal has added you to the blacklist, and when you make a mistake, there will be an extra fat test specimen in Lucifer's laboratory, the fat body is smeared with embalming oil, and the cute little thing between the legs is crumpled and curled up by ischemia, hehehe...... Even imagining this image makes me excited. "This woman was dressed in the traditional black robe of a Muslim woman, covered with a black veil, and only a pair of amber eyes were exposed from top to bottom, but no man dared to stand near her, and even through the black robe, the woman still exuded a deadly sexual allure, like a queen bee in the mating season to stimulate the man's primitive impulses. As she spoke, the woman shook her body slightly, and her amazingly full breasts rippled through the black robe. The men across from her couldn't help but swallow their saliva together.

Dvoru, who had blond hair hanging down his shoulders and was dressed in a decent black handmade suit, frowned lightly and said, "I should be mainly responsible for this defeat, it was my idea to refuse support, and the appearance of the ghost warrior with the chosen one made me a little sluggish. I will personally confess my sins to the Speaker. ”

"Don't blame yourself too much, lion. The broad-shouldered, muscular old man patted Dvorus on the shoulder, smiled in his silver-white beard, and said in fluent and refined French, "Once the prey has been chosen, it is the responsibility of the Cross of the Templars, and as the chief deacon, I should taste the bitter fruits of defeat." ”

"No, it's my fault, Duke. Dvoru looked at the man on the morgue and said in a lonely voice. The corpse had been a tall, majestic Polish man, a son of God who had recently emerged from Lucifer's purgatory, and who had shouldered the new force that the Brotherhood hoped for in the future. Although he has never been able to like him, he died like a meteor on his first mission, which is a great shame for the guide.