Kaka, continuous cracks spread across the ice, accompanied by the roar of yachts cutting through the sea, extending for dozens of miles...
From afar, three black spots suddenly appeared in Tang Song's eyes on the white ice surface...
"It's right in front, come over!"
Tang Song stood at the bow and scattered a handful of blood pills in his hand. A black python poked half of its body out of the sea water, and spit out its long tongue, sweeping the blood pills into its mouth.
With a splash, the black python fell back into the water, the waves rippled, and a python tail as thick as a bucket swept across the ice. The dark scales on the python's tail flashed blue light, and the ice surface suddenly cracked more than a hundred meters away.
The yacht accelerated at full speed and headed towards the three icebreakers.
… …
Observation Station Zero
Under Lance's command, hundreds of people in the entire base were making preparations for evacuation in a nervous but not too panicky manner.
Four decoy helicopters have taken off in the snowy Antarctic sky.
Honeycomb rockets and onboard machine guns are all fully equipped and ready to use these heavy firepower to attract Zero's attention and buy time for the base's personnel to evacuate.
As for whether Zero could be harmed, the top leaders of the Imperial Organization who formulated this bait plan never had such an illusion from the beginning.
The decoy plan initially recruited sixteen helicopter pilots.
They receive an annual salary of one million US dollars and usually stay in the observation post at the base without having to perform any tasks.
However, once the first-level alarm is sounded, they will start the helicopter and become a dead bait to attract the firepower of Zero and buy time for the evacuation of other personnel in the base.
After five years, only six of the sixteen helicopter pilots who had signed long-term contracts remained.
Five of them, as soon as they arrived at Observation Station Zero and saw the true appearance of the frozen King Ghidorah, immediately gave up their annual salary of one million US dollars, signed a confidentiality agreement, and left Antarctica.
Another five people, unable to bear the pressure of near-death in the next few years, chose to withdraw.
There are two submarines moored under the ice of the base's observation post all year round. After the alarm was sounded, some important scientists, including some research materials, were moved onto the submarines.
Once liquid nitrogen fails to put Zero back into frozen hibernation,
After receiving the evacuation order, the two submarines will dive directly into the deep sea of Antarctica and quickly escape from here.
“Ding ding ding…”
In the monitoring room, Lance stared at the temperature changes of Zero on the screen with a serious expression!
“45%, 46%, 47%, 48%…”
The progress bar on the side rose rapidly. These columnar values represented the nitrogen value input into the lower space...
Once the nitrogen value reaches 100%, it means that the liquid nitrogen reserves in the base have been exhausted.
If Zero's temperature continues to rise, everyone at Observation Station Zero will have to evacuate urgently.
“89%!”
After a burst of rapid alarm sounds, the displayed data of the liquid nitrogen reserve value was approaching the warning point.
Lance clenched his fists and was about to issue an emergency evacuation order when the value representing Zero's body temperature on the screen suddenly dropped from its peak, forming an inverted U-shaped curve.
"Manager, it's down. Zero's body temperature has dropped. It has returned to the calm period when it was frozen..."
The doctor who was in charge of monitoring King Ghidorah's vital signs reported to Lance excitedly.
"I saw it!" Lance's voice trembled slightly and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Continue monitoring, don't lift the first-level alert for now!"
Watching the steady ripples on the screen, Lance gave orders cautiously.
The first-level alert at Observation Station Zero lasted for two days.
It was not until the third day that the alert level was lowered to level 2.
Five days later, a joint accident investigation team dispatched by the Imperial Organization Headquarters and the Federal Ministry of Defense arrived at Base Zero.
After a comprehensive test of Zero's vital signs and the degree of melting of the iceberg, the entire monitoring station was completely alert.
The investigation team conducted a comprehensive investigation into the accident and retrieved satellite monitoring of thirteen satellites that were passing over Antarctica at the time.
Satellite surveillance footage did not capture any ships passing within twenty nautical miles of monitoring station zero.
Instead, a NATO surveillance satellite captured a volcanic eruption on an island 40 nautical miles away from Observation Station Zero...
"This accident was caused by an unexpected shock wave from an undersea volcanic eruption!"
In Lance's office, a gray-haired man wearing the uniform of a lieutenant general of the Federal Air Force signed his name on the document reply of the investigation results.
Thaddeus E. Ross!
After putting the document into the briefcase, General Ross just put the cap on his pen.
Lance pushed the door open and greeted him:
"Old friend, the base has prepared a farewell party, waiting for you!"
"Farewell party!" General Ross was a little surprised, his beard seemed to tremble, and he frowned:
"An accident is not a good thing. There is no need for a farewell party. I have to rush back to the Ministry of National Defense..."
"Ross, you're still the same!" Lance strode to General Ross, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a big laugh:
"You have no say this time. Tonight is an extreme snowstorm in Antarctica. You can't leave even if you want to. Come on, I've opened a bottle of good wine especially for you!"
General Ross was half pushed, half shoved out of the office by Lance with a helpless look on his face.
Bang!
Lance kicked the office door shut, and the whole office seemed to be shaking.
Snap!
On the desk, a brown calfskin wallet fell to the ground. The wallet was opened, and on the first page of the transparent layer, there was a photo of a slovenly middle-aged man in a white coat.
The man in the photo had a big X drawn on his face with a pen, and his upper body was almost pierced like a sieve by the tip of the pen.
It was obvious that the owner of the wallet was deeply in love with this man whose face he could not see.
… …
While the people in Base Zero were holding a banquet, on the other side, the scientific research vessel that Boss Tang was on had already docked at the port of Ushuaia.
Ushuaia, capital of Tierra del Fuego Province, Argentina
This small South American city with a population of about 64,000 is located at 54°47′ south latitude and 68°20′ west longitude. Due to its unique geographical location, it is famous throughout the world as the gateway to Antarctica and is also known as the end of the world!
Ushuaia is 3,200 kilometers away from the capital, Buenos Aires, but only 800 kilometers away from Antarctica.
It takes at least a week to travel to Antarctica by ship from Australia, New Zealand, etc.
It takes two days to reach the destination by sailing from Ushuaia across the Drake Passage.
Therefore, Ushuaia is an ideal starting and supply base for expeditions and surveys to Antarctica.
Late at night, many scientific research ships bound for Antarctica were moored at the Ushuaia port...
Due to the impact of the severe Antarctic ice storm, the departure time of these research ships to Antarctica has been delayed.
Many scientific research ships were brightly lit, and the noise of drinking and playing finger-guessing games could be heard from time to time.
Amid the noise, no one noticed that a yacht quietly left the port.
On the sea surface under the night sky, the yacht with the engine turned off was quietly anchored on the sea surface. The hull with the lights turned off was wrapped in darkness, and the sea water slapped against the hull, making a rustling sound.
On the deck of the yacht, a group of people were standing in a line. No one spoke. Apart from the sound of the sea hitting the hull, there was only the sound of one person pacing back and forth...
A white figure walked into the crowd, suddenly stopped, and with a flash of cold light, several people gathered on the deck fell down, holding their throats.
Plop, plop, plop…
All the bodies on the deck were thrown into the sea, the yacht started again, two white waves appeared at the stern, and it disappeared into the night.
… …
Built on the mountain, it is a unique and beautiful town.
Tang Song walked on the streets, admiring the beautiful scenery of this small town. The streets were not wide, but very clean.
The streets are lined with cute little wooden houses that only appear in fairy tales, the kind that belong to Snow White.
The flowers in front of and behind the house are in full bloom. It is the vibrant summer in the southern hemisphere.
But the cool air and the snow-capped mountains in sight make people feel as if they are in Antarctica in advance.
When the residents coming and going saw the four tall and strong bodyguards in black clothes following Boss Tang, they all smiled kindly at Tang Song.
“Cuckoo…”
On the bench by the street, Tang Song was holding a handful of bread crumbs in his hand. A few pigeons were hopping in front of him, eating the bread crumbs he scattered.
"Boss, it's all solved!"
A white ghost in a black suit appeared behind Tang Song.
"Do you know why you have to deal with those Cobra soldiers?"
Coo coo!
A gray-feathered pigeon fluttered to Tang Song's palm and boldly pecked at the bread crumbs in his palm.
Tang Song stroked the pigeon's feathers with one hand and asked without raising his head.
"Boss, you are worried that we might alert the enemy and the commander will be aware of our actions in advance!"
"Yes and no!" Tang Song let the gray pigeon peck at the bread crumbs in his palm.
"These Cobra soldiers have been injected with nanoworm solution. This half-mechanical, half-biological thing, even I know only a little about it.
First of all, I'm not sure whether these nanoworms have some kind of monitoring memory function.
Another thing is that although these Cobra soldiers are now following your orders, the underlying code should be in the hands of the developer!"
After pecking at the bread crumbs, the gray pigeon flew away from Tang Song's palm without any reluctance.
"Whose side do you think these Cobra soldiers will take when there's a conflict between you and the commander!?"
Tang Song patted the bread crumbs in his hand, stood up, and the bodyguard beside him quickly handed him a cane.
Flutter...
The pigeons that were pecking at food on the ground were frightened and flew into the air one by one.
Tang Song walked in front with a cane, and several bodyguards followed.
"I understand! Boss!"
The white ghost followed behind Tang Song, looking around vigilantly.
"You still have a group of people in the snowy mountains of Tibet?!"
Following four tall and strong bodyguards in black, Tang Song walked on the street. In addition to being greeted with smiles, some people even avoided them from afar to avoid trouble.
"After I left Lanying, Zatan asked me to train a group of personal guards for him.
I have retrained a group of ninjas in the snowy mountains of Tibet according to the training methods of the Arashikage. There are about 60 of them. They are all quite skilled and can be used!"
Although Bai Youling didn't know why Tang Song asked him this, his admiration for Tang Song from the bottom of his heart made him not think twice and directly told Tang Song about the people he had trained one by one.
Zatan, one of the leaders of the Cobra organization.
He was a guy who drove his enemies and even his comrades crazy, and it was all thanks to his weird disguise skills.
His disguise skills are almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
In order to maximize his disguise skills, Zatan tried every possible means. In addition to disguise, Zatan was also proficient in ventriloquism, multiple languages and escape skills.
In addition, Zartan is also the leader of another notorious motorcycle gang - the Expendables.
When it comes to Zatan, even White Ghost has a headache.
"The snowy mountains of Tibet? Did you find anything unusual there?"
A black car stopped not far away from Tang Song. Two people got out of the car and walked straight towards Tang Song.
The White Ghost took a step forward vigilantly and slightly sideways to block Tang Song.
"We're one of us," Tang Song patted his shoulder and motioned him to relax.
Tang Song then changed the subject and mentioned the snow-capped mountains in Tibet.
White Ghost thought for a moment and shook his head: "Boss! The mountain range we are staying in is located on the top of a snowy mountain. It is rarely visited by people. Except for a few mountaineering teams, sometimes you can't even see a single person!"
"Like this!" Tang Song looked at the two people who were standing not far away, waved his hand, and motioned them to come over.
"boss!"
"Mr. Tang!"
The two men walked closer, and the bodyguard in black bowed to Tang Song and called him "Boss".
The bearded man in a grey T-shirt seemed a little reserved.
"Come here, White Ghost, let me introduce you. This is Ben, the champion of the Sword Forging Competition for nine consecutive years!"
"Ben! Don't be so formal. This is White Phantom. That katana you're about to fight with is for him!"
Tang Song introduced the two to each other with a smile.
Although Tang Song told him not to be so reserved, Ben was obviously still a little uncomfortable. After nodding at Bai Youling, he began to look at his hands and height.
"Did you bring the stuff?"
Tang Song looked at the German bodyguard who had brought him here.
"Boss, the stuff has arrived!" the bodyguard said hurriedly.
"Hmm!" Tang Song looked at Ben who had already started measuring the length of Bai Youling's palm, and then looked at Bai Youling who had an awkward expression on his face and let him be manipulated, and smiled.
He was watching the excitement from the side, leaning on his cane.
Ben was busy measuring the width and length of the palm, the length of the arm and the height. After going through the whole process, he didn't feel like he was forging a knife, but rather like a tailor.
The White Ghost had a sour face and let Ben play with him.
"Mr. Tang, I have already taken the measurements and can start work anytime!"
When Ben faced Tang Song, the confident expression he had when measuring the White Ghost just now suddenly became restrained.
There was no way around it. Ben was the sword-forging champion for nine consecutive years, and later he became a member of the referee team.
He is also one of the few winners from this competition.
He had vaguely heard something about the big boss behind the sword-forging competition.
He was just a knife maker, so it was natural that he felt a little restrained when facing Tang Song, who was said to have a gangster background.
"Has Lai En told you about the characteristics of adamantium alloy?" Tang Song had a warm look on his face.
Ben nodded and replied, “Before coming here, Mr. Lane asked me to forge a dagger out of adamantium!
Once this metal is smelted and cooled, it will not show any signs of melting even at a high temperature of 500,000°C...
A very strange metal, weapons made of it are almost indestructible..."
As if mentioning professional knowledge related to his profession, Ben's expression changed and he began to use gestures to describe to Tang Song the wonders of this metal.
Tang Song listened patiently with a gentle expression as Ben talked about his design for the samurai sword.
When the White Ghost heard Ben describe the samurai sword he designed for him, he came over and interrupted from time to time, telling Ben his requirements.
Ben used his professionalism to refute Bai Youling's opinion and explained to him the irrationality of his opinion.
The two men had a heated argument, but neither of them was good at talking. Ben, as a knife maker, was a specialized technical worker.
Not to mention White Ghost, who is good at using the knife in his hand to refute the enemy's views.
He once killed four gunmen with his samurai sword in two seconds.
So the rebuttal between the two is also very interesting.
White Ghost wants to increase the weight of the katana, and Ben tells him about the most suitable weight for the human body...
The White Ghost simply pinched the back of Ben's neck and lifted him up with one hand, letting him experience what inhuman strength was.
It was obvious that White Ghost had convinced Daliben in his own way about increasing the weight of the samurai sword.
There are many more like this. White Ghost tells Ben about his own katana concept, such as wanting two katanas that can be assembled together.
When Ben questioned the practicality of the two samurai swords, White Ghost directly pulled out two spare samurai swords, twisted the handles together, and demonstrated to him what swordsmanship was.
Looking at the two cold samurai swords changing unpredictably in the hands of White Ghost, Ben's eyes widened as he could hardly find the location of the blades while they were dancing.
Obviously, White Ghost won this round again.
Tang Song was watching the excitement with a smile on his face. The movement of Bai Youling dancing with the samurai sword also attracted some passers-by to watch.
When seeing White Ghost's miraculous swordsmanship that was almost like magic, many people gave him a thumbs up and praised him in the local language.
Of course, if someone wanted to take pictures, several bodyguards in black would step forward to dissuade them.
After seeing these bodyguards wearing neat suits, sunglasses and earphones, ordinary people would generally choose to stop filming and delete the negatives under the supervision of the bodyguards.
Of course, there are also some young people who think too highly of themselves. One of them has a beard and keeps saying "federal people", "democracy" and "freedom to shoot".
Just as he was shouting, a bodyguard lifted his suit back, revealing the black gun handle on his back.
"OK! OK! OK..."
The bearded man tactfully handed over his camera. The bodyguard checked it, deleted the photos in it, threw the camera back to him, and then he almost ran off the street.
Seeing that they were attracted by Bai Youling's swordsmanship, more and more people came to join in the fun.
Tang Song said hello and took a few people away from the street and returned to the hotel where they were staying.
Ushuaia Hotel is the only four-star hotel in this small Argentine city.
Just like any other travel and accommodation, Tang Song directly booked two floors of rooms in the hotel.
In the presidential suite of the hotel, Daliben was stroking the silver metal block in the suitcase with some obsession.
The obsessed and trembling hands are like caressing one's bride on the wedding night.
For a knife maker, a good piece of metal is like a good chef facing a table full of precious ingredients.
I'm itching to show off my skills.
Tang Song sat on the sofa, took the coffee brought by the Baroness, and looked at Daliben.
"According to White Ghost's request, is it difficult to forge two adamantium samurai swords?"
Sipping the freshly ground black coffee, Tang Song looked at Ben.
Daliben took the adamantium alloy in his hand, shook it, and looked at Tang Song hesitantly.
"Mr. Tang, this piece of metal is more than enough to cast one samurai sword, but if we follow Mr. Bai's suggestion and forge two, the material is not enough!"
"How much is the difference?" Tang Song put down the coffee cup and asked.
"We still need half of this piece of metal!" Daliben weighed the metal with his hand and expressed his judgment.
"Call Ryan and ask him to send another piece of adamantium of the same size!"
After hearing Ben's answer, Tang Song gave instructions directly to Fox, who was sitting beside him with his legs crossed and drinking coffee.
Fox responded and stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
"Ben, you are now the resident referee at the Sword Forging Competition. How much is your appearance fee per session?"
For Tang Song, the matter of adamantium alloy was just a matter of making a phone call.
With nothing to do, Tang Song chatted with Ben over a cup of coffee.
Ben, however, who was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, felt a little uneasy.
The big boss behind the sword-forging conference asked him about his salary as an employee, which made him feel anxious and uneasy.
"One recording session costs five hundred thousand U.S. dollars..." Daliben answered honestly.
For some Hollywood stars, half a million U.S. dollars may only be the salary for recording an episode of a TV series.
But for a knife maker like Daliben, five hundred thousand is not a low amount.
The champion of the sword-forging competition can only get 50,000 US dollars.
This was after Boss Tang, the big money sponsor, took over. At the beginning of the sword-forging competition, the prize money for the champion was only 10,000 US dollars.
"Five hundred thousand dollars, a little less..."
Tang Song's fingers flicked on the table
… …
"Ben, this is one million dollars. It's your reward for forging the sword!"
Ushuaia – Malvinas International Airport,
In front of the waiting room, eight bodyguards in black formed a semicircular queue facing outward, creating a private space in front of the busy waiting room.
Ben looked at the check that Tang Song handed over and felt a little at a loss.
"Mr. Tang, the knife hasn't been forged yet, and isn't this one million too much..."
"Take it, this is what you deserve!" Tang Song slapped the check directly into Ben's hand and turned to look at Bai Youling and Anna.
"Once your sword is forged, return to Cobra immediately. Since I have given you two good swords, you should show me your achievements. You suspect that Zatan killed your master, so use him as a sacrifice for the sword!"
"Yes! Boss!" White Ghost nodded and saluted.
"Go back and review the airflow route I taught you..."
As for Anna, Tang Song scratched her nose and gave some advice to the charming baroness.
Anna nodded seductively.