.Thirty meters below the sea.

After the last special forces soldier came in, the sailor in charge of the reception climbed up and locked the watertight door.

"Hello, I am Zhou Yusheng, the captain of '420'." An officer in a sweatshirt walked over.

Because he did not wear a erectile banana, his military rank was not visible.

According to convention, the captain of an attack nuclear submarine is generally a naval major. Even if this is the latest attack nuclear submarine of the Navy, the captain is at most a naval lieutenant colonel.

"I am Li Xiaoming. These two are Captain Mu Haoyang and Captain Pang Yuelong of the Amphibious Special Forces."

"Hello, I've heard of the amphibious special forces for a long time. Major Cao Anguo is your boss, right?" Zhou Yusheng was very enthusiastic, which made Mu Haoyang and Pang Yuelong a little uncomfortable. "Don't be surprised, I met Lao Cao when I was in the pressure relief chamber last year."

After saying that, Zhou Yusheng pointed to his head, indicating that the watertight transition compartment hanging outside the submarine was a pressure relief compartment.

There is really nothing strange about it. The watertight transition cabin is specially prepared for the special forces. During the development, the opinions of the special forces need to be solicited, and Cao Anguo happened to participate in the related work.

"I have prepared two cabins for you, which are a bit crowded, and three of them sleep in a shop. Don't be surprised, the space for the submarine is very limited, and I didn't expect that so many people have come." Zhou Yusheng smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to visit this steel shark worth 10 billion yuan."

"Shark?" Mu Haoyang asked.

"This is the nickname we gave to '420', but it was not recognized by the Navy."

The captain was so enthusiastic that Mu Haoyang and others were not willing to refuse, so they had to follow him.

"Don't think too much, you have to know them."

When Mu Haoyang heard Li Xiaoming's words, he became a little confused.

"They are submarine soldiers who stay for two or three months after going to sea. The conventional submarines are a little better. They can go to the deck to bask in the sun when sailing on the water. After leaving the port, they almost never float on the sea. After staying in this extra-large steel pipe for a few months, they all saw old faces. Spiritually," Li Xiaoming pointed to his head, "There must be some differences from ordinary people."

"It's not that serious, right?"

"Believe it or not, I'll remind you anyway. Don't be overly surprised if you see anything later."

As he said that, everyone came to the submarine control center, which is the combat command cabin.

This is one of the most core compartments on the submarine. All combat operations are completed here, and the captain also issued combat-related orders here. Because the photoelectric periscope is adopted that does not need to penetrate the submarine's pressure-resistant shell, the command cabin of the "Shark" is on the second deck, rather than on the first deck under the enclosure.

The cabin is about thirty square meters, which is very spacious on a narrow submarine. In the center is a tactical table of nearly ten square meters, with several monitors placed on it. In the direction of the boat's head is the control area of ​​the control ship, and two helmsmen use a steering wheel similar to the passenger plane to control the submarine's navigation posture. Next to the periscope is the periscope's console. The images taken by the photoelectric periscope are directly displayed on a large forty-inch screen. On the left is the viewing control area, with three seats.

However, in general, only two sonar soldiers are on duty. On the right is the weapon control area, which uses dozens of switches on the console to control dozens of torpedoes and missiles on the submarine. In the middle of the two aisles connected to the stern of the boat is the navigation area, and there is a chart table against the wall. The tabletop is a large flat display with touch control function. Electronic charts can be used directly, but there are still hundreds of rolls of paper charts in the cabinet on the wall.

"How is it, isn't it good?" It's probably rare for someone to visit. Zhou Yusheng was very active. "This is the central nervous system of the submarine, and five officers can complete all the control operations. Have you seen it there? As long as we enter the target parameters, we can use torpedoes and missiles to attack maritime targets within a range of 150 kilometers, or submarine targets within a range of 50 kilometers. As long as the distance is close enough, a torpedo volley can kill an American aircraft carrier."

"How many fire control channels are there?" Li Xiaoming asked a more professional question.

"Two, but four torpedoes can be controlled at the same time."

"It's not too much. I heard that the American Virginia class can control four torpedoes to attack four targets at the same time, and use vertically launched missiles to attack four other maritime targets."

Zhou Yusheng was stunned for a moment and looked at Li Xiaoming with some confusion.

"Captain, arrange accommodation for them first." Li Xiaoming smiled and said, "We will stay for a few more days, and there will be time to get to know each other in the future."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now."

Zhou Yusheng called an officer over and asked him to take special forces to the vacant sailor cabin.

"You go there first, tell your brothers not to walk around, I'll wait." Mu Haoyang ordered Pang Yuelong and asked him to take twenty-two special forces and the submarine officers.

Mu Haoyang didn't want to stay, but he had to stare at the agent Cia who was tied up.

"Captain, I also need a quiet and undisturbed cabin." Li Xiaoming glanced at the agent Cia wearing a mask on his head and said, "This guy is a dangerous person. He knows many very important things. I have to let him start a new generation as soon as possible, so..."

"No problem, I'll take you to the No. 1 cold storage."

“Cold storage?”

"It's not big, but it's enough to stuff a few people." Zhou Yusheng smiled and said, "We have been active on the sea for more than a month, and most of the stored food has been eaten."

Li Xiaoming nodded and said nothing more.

When he arrived at the cold storage, Li Xiaoming asked Mu Haoyang to take Lynch in and then blocked Zhou Yusheng outside the door.

"Do you interrogate him now?"

"Time is very tight, and no one knows what will happen next, so we have to do it right away."

Zhou Yusheng glanced at the agent Cia who was thrown into the corner and said, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Two hours later, there are dumplings, glutinous rice porridge, flower rolls and rice cakes. If you need it, go to the officer's restaurant. I have already told the chef to prepare more."

"Okay, let's talk later."

After seeing off Zhou Yusheng, Li Xiaoming closed the hatch door.

"Damn, this place is really cold."

Mu Haoyang smiled and threw a cotton coat hanging on the wall to Li Xiaoming. There were some vegetables, fruits and vegetables in the cold storage, so the compressor was still working.

"Please help him up and hang it on the wall."

"On the wall?"

Li Xiaoming pointed at several hooks on the wall and said, "He is your prisoner. If you want, I'm happy to watch the fun."

Mu Haoyang mentioned Lynch and hung his clothes on the hook. "It's you who want to find him, not me."

"So, let me interrogate him?"

Mu Haoyang nodded and stepped aside.

Li Xiaoming smiled, found a small knife that was not very sharp in the basket where potatoes were placed, and then walked to Lynch and took off the mask from his head.

The light in the cold storage was not very bright and not very dazzling. Lynch quickly saw the things around him.

"Lynch, we are fellow fellows, so there is no need to spend time discussing some topics without nutrition." Li Xiaoming picked up the knife and wiped it on Lynch's face a few times. "When you reach this point, you should be aware of what the outcome will be. No matter what, you can't return to the United States alive. Just like you have done it, I will send you to hell with my own hands, and there will be no hesitation at all."

"Don't think of getting anything from me!" Lynch did not hide his identity anymore.

"This sentence was learned from the person you were tortured?" Li Xiaoming patted Lynch's face and said, "There is no doubt that you are an experienced spy, so you have long forgotten what the instructor taught. When interrogated, the best way to deal with it is to not speak a word. As long as you speak, I have a way to let you spit out everything you know. The difference is just the means and the time spent."

"Haha..." Lynch suddenly laughed.

Li Xiaoming didn't speak, but his facial muscles twitched a few times.

"You are also very powerful. Being able to catch me proves that you are very powerful. So you should know that since I am willing to speak, rather than staying silent as you said, it means you have no time."

"Is that true?" Li Xiaoming smiled, picked up the knife, and cut the buttons on Lynch's clothes one by one. "I don't think so. So far, nothing has happened. Maybe I can't stop your conspiracy in time, but I have enough time for you to beg me and beg me to kill you!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

"Of course you are not afraid of death. If you don't have the awareness of facing death calmly, you will not be the best intelligence officer." Li Xiaoming did not stop and used a knife to cut a wound on Lynch's chest. "But even the best intelligence officers cannot bear the fear of death. The desire to survive is the instinct of all animals, and humans are no exception. When you feel the god of death approaching step by step, you will beg me to give you a pleasure."

Lynch didn't speak anymore because he knew that the intelligence officers were all torture experts.

"Think about it carefully, I'll come to you later."

After saying that, Li Xiaoming pulled down the blindfold on Lynch's head, called Mu Haoyang, and left the cold storage.

"Is this over?"

"Just start, let's go for a midnight snack."

"Can he confess just by cutting his chest?"

Li Xiaoming glanced at Mu Haoyang and said, "What do you think should be done?"

"No matter how you say it, you have to let him taste the bitterness of flesh."

"Brother Dabing, this is not interrogating prisoners of war, but interrogating the most powerful spy in Cia." Li Xiaoming smiled and shook his head, saying, "A guy like him has tasted pain before leaving Cia's spy training center. His ability to endure torture is much stronger than that of ordinary people. If he is used to the flesh and bloody pain caused by torture, it will not have a very obvious effect and it will take a long time to make him speak. Besides, we are all civilized people, why do we do very barbaric, bloody and inhumane things?"

"The problem is, you did nothing."

"I've done it, and now all I need is a little patience."

Seeing that Li Xiaoming was unwilling to say more, Mu Haoyang didn't ask more questions.
Chapter completed!