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Chapter 11 Undersea Grave

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    Bond swam to the wreckage of the Davidshall, turned on the halogen flashlight, and slowly swam closer to the huge hull of the cruiser that sank here.  ¡ª¡ªType -WwW.69¦¦W.CoM on your browser to see the latest updates. Now, the starboard side of the ship is pointing straight up, and the bottom of the ship is at a certain angle, dangerously tipping over to the edge of the abyss.  Bond decided to start from the stern of the ship first. He slowly swam along the hull and used an underwater flashlight to conduct the most careful inspection of the entire cruiser.  He rowed forward hard, past the mainmast and to the forward building of the cruiser.  At this time, he discovered a wound about 30 meters away from the bilge.  Bond carefully inspected the damage. With the professional training he had received in the Royal Navy, he could conclude that the ship was not sunk by ordinary torpedoes at all.  Before entering the interior of the Davidshall, Bond carefully checked his diving computer and found that he did not have much time left.  It took 3 minutes to land and another 5 minutes to check in the cockpit of the plane.  He only had about 10 minutes left now, and then he had to dive carefully.  Because according to the computer instructions, he had to spend 45 minutes to an hour slowly rising from the bottom of the sea to the surface, which also included several short pauses in the middle.  So without stopping for a moment, he swam through the wound hole and into this huge, dark "tomb" on the seabed.  During Bond¡¯s career, he has conducted similar investigations on many shipwrecks, but none has given him such a creepy feeling as today.  The remnants of atrocities inside the ship impact Bond's final bottom line. He wanders in the ship's cabin as if he has fallen into a huge trance circle.  Because the warship turned over on one side, all the internal devices in the cabin were tilted to one side.  All the tables and chairs jumped onto the side bulkhead, the cabinet was thrown to the ceiling, and the cabinet door was still open. Some of the bits and pieces that were originally in the cabin were now scattered on the floor.  Bond is completely lost here, and he has to remind himself all the time: "Turn left" actually means "down", and "turn right" means "up".  While swimming, Bond checked all the entrances and exits in the ship's cabin. He flashed past the floating hull fragments one after another, carefully investigating all the clues that still existed in the ship's body, hoping to investigate something.  Help him understand what really happened here.  The only thing that is certain now is that the sinking of the "Davisal" had absolutely nothing to do with torpedoes.  The torpedo cannot turn, let alone move up and down the stairs in the cabin.  It seemed as if the corridor in the cabin had been penetrated directly by something huge. As Bond cruised around the cabin, a jagged streak piercing the bulkhead often appeared in front of him.  There is only one explanation that can explain this phenomenon, and that is: the ship seems to have been pierced by something like a drill.  Moreover, this sharp drill bit seems to know its own direction.  As Bond swam and thought, he felt the pressure in his ears increasing - a common side effect of diving.  In order to reduce ear pressure, he began to use an action called the "Toynbee Technique", which is to pinch his nose, close his mouth, and keep swallowing. In this way, he can open the Eustachian tube and balance it.  Binaural pressure.  If this action still doesn't work, then you have to use the "Fossava pressure equalization method", but you must be very careful when using this method.  The key to this method is to pinch your nose and close your mouth while trying to exhale slightly so that the Eustachian tube can open.  Some people with diving experience know that the balance of the middle ear area must be maintained at all times in order to reduce the painful "middle ear drum retraction symptom" caused by the tightly closed Eustachian tube being pulled too tight by external pressure.  Bond slowly swam down the gangway. The world below was dark.  The light projected by the halogen flashlight he carried here showed a yellow color, and this yellow light created a strange light and shadow in the dark sea water.  But he was lucky, because his former life as a sailor gave him an understanding of the various routes of a warship.  Because the angle of the silent hull is different from when it was on the sea, and there is open space around it, divers can easily lose their way at this time, and may even fall into the trap of the hull.  At this time, he could only hear his own slight breathing, the "hissing" sound of the aligner and the sound of bubbles constantly coming out of the oral respirator.  The sunken ship is moving slowly towards the edge of the cliff on the seabed, and the dilapidated hull makes a "creaking" metal sound from time to time.  Bond must be careful at this point, and if he wants to move anything inside the ship, he must do it very gently - the redistribution of weight can easily cause the warship to fall completely into the abyss.  Unknowingly, Bond had entered the main ship corridor on the next deck. He was 30 meters away from hisThe target, the munitions cabin, is getting closer.  Bond swam directly towards the cabin. Outside the cabin door, he pushed open a large metal box blocking the road, revealing the smashed cabin door behind.  Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of his mask.  Bond was startled. He quickly grabbed the wrist of the hand and kicked the "attacker" with his legs.  However, he soon understood that this was actually just a dead sailor.  His body had swollen and become grotesque from being soaked in water for a long time.  Bond felt sick and pushed the body aside.  Bond followed the jagged trail into the restaurant, and it turned out that there were more bodies here.  They were suspended in the water, their limbs were soaked in water, and each of them seemed to be preparing to parachute.  Some carnivorous fish are eating their carcasses.  Bond waved his arms to chase them away, and then he swam up quickly and left this huge underwater "grave".  Finally, he came to the munitions cabin, where the jagged marks of the big drill biting into the hull disappeared.  Bond took a flashlight and carefully inspected the rows of cruise missiles. He was surprised to find that only six missiles were fixed on the chassis of the missile rack. Each missile rack was labeled, and the one away from the missile rack was  His closest missile rack, No. 7, had nothing on it. It was empty.  He swam forward a little more and carefully inspected the splint of the bomb rack. The clear marks on the splint showed that the missile was cut directly by a welding flashlight.  So that¡¯s it!  Bond can now conclude that the person who owns the cruise missile must be the mastermind behind the case.  Bond has now successfully completed his mission.  His speculation was completely confirmed: the "Davishaar" was indeed located in Chinese waters when it sank.  Moreover, the loss of the missile also made him make a surprising discovery: the "Davis" had never fired a missile at China's MiG fighter jets.  He picked up the flashlight again and started swimming back.  Suddenly he felt something pressing against his chest - the muzzle of a cone-shaped carbon dioxide gun.  The gunman is a mysterious diver who holds a gun in one hand and an underwater flashlight in the other.  Bond slowly raised his hands to show her that he was unarmed. At the same time, he began to back away, while the gunman kept the tapered muzzle of the gun pressed tightly against his chest.  Suddenly, Bond lowered his head sharply, and his body disappeared into a dark passage in the cabin.  After hiding in the passage, Bond quickly took out a pistol from the gun case fixed on the inner wall of the cabin and fired an underwater flare at the mysterious gunman.  The flare flew towards the gunman like lightning, and the sudden light dazzled the mysterious man so hard that he couldn't even open his eyes.  Bond took the opportunity to quickly move forward, kicked the conical gun out of her hand, and then raised his hand to lift off her mask. ?? Her thick black hair was spread down and floating in the water like seaweed. It turned out to be Lin Wan.  Lin Wan finally adapted to the daylight. She opened her eyes and quickly pulled out the dagger from the scabbard and stabbed Bond.  Bond grabbed her arm. While struggling with Lin Wan, he waved to her to let Lin Wan know that he was a friend.  Finally, Lin Wan recognized him.  Then she stopped her attack and looked at Bond in amazement, astonished that he was here too.  Bond helped her return the mask to its original position, then pointed upward, indicating that they should get out of here immediately, the sooner the better.  Lin Wan nodded.  Yes, no matter what, it is very unsafe to stay in a ship that may fall into the abyss at any time, and the time they stayed here has far exceeded the length specified by the computer.  Perhaps because they had been soaked underwater for too long, or because of their violent activities just now, a missile rack suddenly overturned, but the heavy missile was still tightly tied to the bracket. In the end, the support plate suddenly broke,  The missiles fell to the ground, roaring like church bells, and then rolled across the sloping cabin.  The change in weight in the cabin caused the tilt angle of the "Davishaar" to change, and Bond and Lin Wan also felt the changes in the hull.  Yes, the warship is tilting further into the abyss.  Bond desperately gestured to Lin Wan, indicating that they must leave here immediately without delaying a second.  Lin Wan looked at Bond with wide eyes, she had already understood what he meant.  They swam quickly towards the exit, but a missile passed by the locking device of the munitions hatch and broke the padlock.  The lock immediately exploded in the cabin, and the heavy ammunition boxes fell from their supports and fell to the end of the room.  This change in power caused the already dangerous ship to begin to slowly slide towards the seabed cliff.  The "Davishaar" tilted violently in an instant and rubbed against the rocks on the seabed.  The inner wall of the ship began to tremble violently, and it also made violent groaning sounds.  An ammunition box passed by Lin Wan, blocking the hatch and the exit.  The ship began to tilt more violently, Bond and Lin Wan were stunned, and their bodiesFrom time to time, there was the sound of broken metal rolling over rocks and the beast-like howl of the ship's hull.  Bond used all his strength to try to move the ammunition box, but it was too heavy for Bond who had been underwater for so long.  Bond failed to move it after several attempts. In order to save his strength, he gave up the effort, and then quickly moved to a closed ventilation duct hatch, which may be the only exit from the bottom cabin.  .  Bond yanked the hatch open hard, and Lin Wan swam over to help.  The hatch cover was as solid as they expected, and with their concerted efforts, they finally pulled it open.  Bond gestured to Lin Wan to let her go out first.  Lin Wan swam into the ventilation duct, followed closely by Bond.  When they swam forward quickly in the already tilted pipe, the ship's hull seemed not to be shaking as badly as it had just been.  They hope that the scene that just happened will never happen again.  They swam forward for about 30 seconds before reaching the next section of the ventilation duct.  The pipe is curved here.  It seems that something on the side wall squeezed the metal pipe wall and deformed it when it fell off.  The pipe bulged inward, completely blocking the two people's swimming space.  Bond also tried to squeeze through the narrow gap, but this risky attempt only brought one result: he was tightly stuck.  He stretched out his arms and pressed hard against the wall of the pipe, trying to stretch the pipe to its maximum extent.  I don¡¯t know what is bending the pipe, but it is extremely heavy.  However, after all, he was still young and had plenty of strength. With unremitting efforts, he finally pushed the pipe away slowly and inch by inch.  The air cylinder behind him now became a cushion, supporting him.  Finally, the curved tube wall was stretched open, and the stretched size was just like its original shape, basically the same as before it was compressed and deformed.  Bond and Lin Wan accelerated their speed and swam forward, because before that, they felt the ship's hull shaking violently.  In other words, the "Davishar" may fall into the bottomless abyss at any time.  Soon, they swam to a fork in the pipeline, but each branch was too narrow, and it was impossible for Bond and Lin Wan, who were wearing respirators, to pass side by side.  Bond held the cylinders in front of him, pushed them into a pipe, and then swam in behind.  Lin Wan also imitated his actions, holding the respirator in front of her and swimming to another pipe.  She was swimming forward when she suddenly discovered that the respirator was stuck on the pipe and the regulating valve had been broken. The compressed air instantly surged out of the respirator, leaving a long string of bubbles in the water.  Now, the big thing like the respirator was of little use to her. She dropped them and swam back quickly.  She swam out of her own tunnel, then slipped into Bond's passage and pursued him.  Bond was just a few yards in front of her.  The hull of the ship tilted even more. This time the tilt was more fierce than the last two times. It was showing its huge power to Bond and Lin Wan.  The ventilation duct flipped up in an instant, and it was obvious that the ship began to move towards the cliff.  Bond's instinctive sense of survival prompted Bond to swim forward. He was completely unaware that Lin Wan, who was holding his breath and struggling, was following him. Lin Wan now only hoped that he could catch up before he could no longer hold on.  Fuck him.  Bond finally swam to the end of the pipe and kicked open the passage door.  He had no idea which deck he was on now, but he had no time to think because the cabin was moving quickly.  He grabbed his respirator valve and pumped a little oxygen into his lungs.  At this time, Lin Wan was also weakly struggling to swim out of the pipe.  Only then did Bond realize that there was no respirator behind Lin Wan. He grabbed her and pressed the oxygen inhalation port on the mask directly to her mouth.  He held her tight until she had enough air in her lungs.  Bond then put the cylinder back on his back.  At this time, the warship made an earth-shattering roar.  It began to tumble down from the edge of the crumbling cliff, and was moving in a spiral, rapidly falling into the bottomless abyss of the sea.  Bond grabbed Lin Wan's arm tightly and led her to swim upwards.  They avoided the oncoming bulkhead fragments. At this time, they shuttled through the dark underwater maze completely based on intuition.  Finally, Bond was pleasantly surprised to find the hatch leading to the top deck. He lunged toward the hatch like a bullet that had just been fired from the barrel.  Bond and Lin Wan were lucky enough to escape from the interior of the ship as it continued to flip and fall. They were at least not as dangerous as before, so the two supported each other and swam slowly to the sea.  They alternately breathe using the same respirator valve.  Fortunately, Bond had brought an extra bottle of air with him when he set off. This extra air would be put to use sooner or later. After all, they were sharing a share of oxygen.  They both carefully controlled themselves and tried not to float too fast. At the same time, they were also grateful to be able to share the same bottle of air with each other.??Happy.  When they no longer faced the threat of death, both of them became much more relaxed.  They rested briefly at 40 feet, then stopped again at 30 feet.  At 20 feet, they stayed the longest, almost 30 minutes.  This is the right thing to do because divers must use this method to avoid developing submersible syndrome later on.  Finally, they broke out of the sea and happily marched side by side on the vast sea, enjoying the light brought to them by the sun above their heads.  Bond said casually: "This is why I like banking the most. I can always 'travel' to various places." Lin Wanbao smiled: "Yes, but we are 'traveling'  Don't forget that there are still a bunch of expensive accounts." As she said that, Lin Wan nodded towards a Chinese sailboat that was sailing towards them. Yes, it was here to pick her up.  This is a very typical Chinese sailing ship. The bow is vertical and flat, the stern is raised high, and the bow is slightly protruding forward.  The sailboat has no keel, but the mast is very high, and the rudder is deeply embedded in the water.  On the bow of the boat, a Chinese man smiled and waved to Lin Wan.  Only then did Bond feel that the chance encounter with Lin Wan underwater was actually a good thing.  Before setting off, Wade had promised him that a Vietnamese fishing boat working for the CIA would be sent to the sea to greet him, but now, not even a Vietnamese fishing boat could be seen on the sea.  It seems that Wade's advice still makes some sense. If that's the case, he will be in trouble.  The sailboat sailed quickly in the water, getting closer and closer to Bond and the others.  The Chinese who came to pick up Lin Wan threw them a long rope from the boat and shouted loudly in Chinese to Lin Wan.  Suddenly, the Chinese man's chest burst open without warning, spurting out a pool of bright red flesh.  A harpoon originally pressed against his back at a very strange angle pierced his heart.  The man's horrified gaze quickly turned into one of despair.  His body could no longer hold up, so he fell into the sea.  The man hiding behind him, holding a harpoon, is Staff.  It¡¯s already midnight in London.  In the headquarters of the British National Security Agency, Paul Tyner was sitting in front of a special display screen in his office, observing every move of the British naval fleet.  All six warships have been arranged to the South China Sea and have entered the best combat position, and the Chinese fleet is also ready for combat. They have formed a formation off the coast of Vietnam. Both sides are waiting for the enemy to take the first action.  .  They have issued a notice to the British side: If the British fleet has not withdrawn from Chinese waters before midnight the next day, then China will take the lead in launching an attack.  Now, the South China Sea has entered the early morning of the next day.  At this time, there was still no progress in the truth of the matter, and the situation was completely deadlocked.  Bond went to the South China Sea to investigate the truth of the incident, but so far no news has been sent back.  After receiving the report he sent back from Hamburg, M ordered Bond to fly to Okinawa immediately to meet with American CIA personnel.  The director's order is: the "David Schaal" must be found.  M's only hope of relieving this seemingly inevitable catastrophe is placed on the "Davishar". She must prove to the British military that the "Davishar" has indeed deviated from its original course.  , and has been sunk inside China's territorial waters.  Ordinarily, judging by time, Bond should have found the sunken ship by now.  The phone on the table beeped.  "I'm Tanner," he said into the phone, sounding tired.  "How's it going? Is there any progress?" It was M calling from home. She couldn't sleep at all because of this matter.  "There is no progress yet." "Okay, I will go back to the headquarters right away." "Madam, it is already midnight now. You should rest at home. What you need now is sleep." "How can I sleep?  "She said tiredly, "Just wait, I'll change your shift soon, and it's time for you to rest." "Madam, I can still hold on, you don't have to" "I'm going to the military situation room now," she said.  Said, "I'll definitely be there in an hour." Tanner hung up the phone helplessly and shook his head.  Sudden crisis situations often shorten the distance between people.  Take Bond for example, his attitude towards M has changed from suspicion at the beginning to respect and trust now.  Since this incident, M has never wavered in her judgment, and she even dared to contradict the men in the military intelligence room who were much older than her.  Although the Minister of Defense is relatively reasonable, others, especially that Zoldik - are simply a complete fool.  Tanner sometimes wonders how someone like this could have climbed to where he is now.  If Mr. Myers Meservy were still the director of the Security Bureau, Ruldik would want to be hereTo have a foot in the game is just nonsense.  The phone rang again.  "I am Tanner." "My name is Wade, and I am a staff member of the CIA in the United States." The voice on the microphone sounded so enthusiastic.  "Hello, Mr. Wade," Tanner said, "This is a special security line. You can continue." "Is M here?" "She is on her way back to headquarters. I am her chief of staff.  "Oh, hello, I guess it's midnight over here right now? My time has been disrupted these days." "It's okay, I'm still awake.  "Has 007 set off?" "Ah, yes, it has set off. I think I should check my brain carefully. I really don't understand why I agreed to him doing that. We have already parachuted him into the South China Sea."  . Our calculations prove that your guess is correct. According to our senior experts in GPS systems and satellite navigation, everything went smoothly.  But then the Vietnamese fishing boat we sent to pick up Bond couldn't find him. "It doesn't matter," Tyner said. "Bond is the smartest man I know. When there is no backup plan, he is."  We won't act rashly. " "If it's like what you said Anyway, we haven't heard any information from him so far. We can't enter Vietnamese airspace to look for him. We just received the call from our superiors.  The order is that no one is allowed to enter that area, it seems because you are likely to come into contact with the Chinese. " "I understand. You have helped us a lot, thank you very much." "I think so.  Could you please do me a favor?" Wade asked.  "Of course." "If you have news about Bond, please notify me immediately. I want to know if he is safe as soon as possible." "Don't worry, I will." "Although he is an annoying guy sometimes, as a  "A scout, he is still very good." "Thank you again." "Also, he owes me a big favor. I will use this to force him to take me to London for a night."  "I thought that by then you might find that London is actually not that great, but I promise to help you find some suitable entertainment venues." "Sounds great, Chief of Staff." "Please call me Tanner." "  Thank you, Tanner." "You're too kind." Tanner hung up the phone and stood up and walked to the window.  His eyes stayed on the twinkling lights at night outside the window.  He missed his friend very much, and he prayed silently in his heart, hoping that he would be safe.  All told, he had known Bond for many years.  After many internal changes and reorganizations within the Security Agency, he and Bond were the few remaining old members. Here, they were used to seeing personnel changes in various management departments.  If something happened to Bond, Tanner simply didn't know what would happen to him.  If that were the case, he felt that he wouldn't have much reason to continue working here.  When Mr. Miles Meservey left the Security Bureau, he originally wanted to resign, but in the end he gave up this option and decided to stay and continue to cooperate with New M.  Later, it turned out that his choice was correct. Without Bond, Tanner would have to reconsider whether to continue to stay in the Security Bureau.  The Security Service without 007 is like a ship without an oar.  Of course, he can't think about these issues now. What he wants to think about now is, what will happen to Britain if a war breaks out between Britain and China?  Will this country still exist?  Will this war eventually spread to all of Europe?  The answer is yes, then other countries will surely be happy to get involved.  Tanner suddenly felt that his idea was a bit scary-if that happened, Britain would become the initiator of World War III.  You have to cheer up, James.  Tanner thought, show your magic, show your 007 power.  I know you'll be fine.  Bond and Lin Wan were taken to the boat together, and Staff allowed them to change into dry clothes.  Lin Wan's own clothes were placed on the boat - a pair of black pants, a white T-shirt, a red Brenda top and a pair of tennis shoes.  Bond had to make do with the dead Chinese sailor's clothes - a blue nylon shirt, black trousers and tennis shoes that were a little too small for them.  ¡°We still have a long journey ahead of us,¡± Staff told them.  "Where are you taking us?" Bond asked.    "Mr. Kraft wants to see you. He is waiting at the Saigon headquarters." "You don't want to go to Saigon on this boat, do you?" "Shut your mouth! Everyone sit down." Staff said with fish  Pointing at Bond, he barked an order.  After the two people sat down at the bottom of the boat, he said in German: "A helicopter will pick us up later." After saying that, he turned around and walked to the two thugs on the deck holding automatic rifles.  Apparently, these three men teamed up to kill all the Chinese crew members on the ship and had the corpses cleared away.  The three guys chatted freely in German and laughed.  Bond and Lin Wan glanced at each other.  For some reason, they actually understood each other's meaning at this moment.  Is now the best time to act?  There are three people on the other side.  No, let¡¯s wait a little longer, I really want to know what Kraft wants to do There was no word, but they all felt relaxed, and there was an inexplicable sense of comfort, even though their fate was already controlled by the man standing on the deck talking and laughing.  of people's hands.  But they trust each other. They believe that the other person is absolutely reliable and can share all the dangers with them.  "The wreckage of the warship provides a good diving spot, right?" Lin Wan whispered softly.  "Did you notice anything unusual on the warship?" Bond asked.  "Besides the missing missiles and the torpedo holes in the side of the ship, is there anything abnormal?" "This 'torpedo' seems a bit interesting. It can be inserted like a drill, and it can turn, and it didn't explode." Lin  Wan frowned and thought about Bond's words. She knew that Bond's analysis was correct.  "No talking," Staff said.  The sailboat continued to sail on the calm sea. Time passed bit by bit, and it was almost noon.  There are only twelve hours left before China's deadline for the British fleet to withdraw.  This book is first published.  Your message, even just one (*^__^*), will become the motivation for the author's creation. Please work hard to support the author!  Just enter -WWw.£¶9¦¦W.CoM- to view the published chapter content
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