Smith sat in the Chinook helicopter, looking down at the plane through the two layers of sunglasses and window glass.
From the window of a small hotel standing on the mountainside, someone poked his head out of the window and looked at the planes in the sky.
He couldn't see who that person was, but he had a feeling that it was Kiryu and Ma.
Smith chose to join the CIA back then, mainly because when he was a child, he had the second-secondary idea of "wanting to live on the dark side of the world".
Hiding in the shadows and doing unknown things, it seemed cool to the young Smith.
Agent Smith, now thirty-five years old, realized that it was the first time he had come into contact with the dark side of the real world after more than ten years of tossing around.
Right now, he didn't feel the slightest bit of excitement, but instead felt a chill down his spine.
The hotel halfway up the mountain soon disappeared, and the Chinook flew close to the ridgeline.
"If we need to dispatch Chinooks to pick up people, the deviation of this parachute is a bit big." Li sat on the other side of the cabin, crossed his legs and looked at Smith, and his voice sounded through Smith's sound-proof headphones through the in-plane communication.
"Don't ask for so much. People who parachute from the stratosphere at such a high speed and land intact will be in high spirits."
Li shrugged: "This is far worse than Heinlein's "Starship Troopers."
"Come on, the orbital airborne thing may not be seen until you and I are too old to see it."
"Don't have so little confidence in human beings." Li looked at Smith, "When we were in elementary school, there was no man-made aircraft in the orbit of the earth, but before we graduated from elementary school, the Soviets took the one that made a 'beep beep' sound. Things are delivered."
Smith smiled. He is only a little older than Li. He clearly remembers when the teacher seriously played the signal tone from the Soviet satellite in class when he was in elementary school.
At that time, the teacher was very excited and said something to the effect of "this is a remarkable progress in the history of human science and technology", but he was taken away by the FBI the next day.
After all, McCarthyism was prevalent at that time, and the director of the FBI was still the famous Hoover, and surveillance was pervasive.
Li continued: "Look now, the sky is full of our aircraft, and we have even gone up to the moon. Heinlein's "Severe Moon" we have achieved the step of landing on the moon, and the next step is to build colonies , half done.
"So I think "Starship Troopers" is not completely impossible."
Smith was about to refute a few words, but suddenly remembered that he had just confirmed the existence of the Freemasonry—damn, since the Freemasonry can really be an organization that controls the United States behind the scenes, it seems that "Starship Troopers" is not so impossible .
Then Smith and Lee chatted about something else, and the pilot's voice sounded through the internal communication: "The landing zone is ahead, and the signal smoke can already be seen."
Smith stood up, poked his head into the cockpit, and looked ahead through the cockpit glass.
A plume of yellow signal smoke lies ahead.
"Prepare to land." Smith turned his head and ordered the marines on the same plane, "After landing, immediately spread out the formation and drive the Japanese to clear the landing area."
"Understood sir." The Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps who led the team replied.
The pilot notified: "Starting to land, I opened the rear hatch."
At the same time as the voice fell, the nose of the plane tilted up obviously - this is the normal action of the helicopter to slow down.
The rear hatch of the Chinook also opened with this action, and the strong wind blown by the rotor immediately poured into the cabin.
The plane landed directly on the road next to the rice fields.
"Get off the plane, get off the plane, GOGOGO!"
The Marines filed down the Chinooks.
Smith got off the plane after the marines, and from a distance he saw a man with an obvious Western face sitting on the field ridge, holding a thick white radish and gnawing on it.
Two old Japanese farmers stood beside him, looking tremblingly at the American soldiers who suddenly appeared.
One of the old farmers skillfully raised his hands.
The man eating carrots glanced at the people who got off the plane, and said directly to Smith, who was not wearing a military uniform: "What are you doing with such a big fight, you see, these two old gentlemen are scared."
Then the carrot man turned his head and said to the old man in Japanese: "Don't worry, you are here to pick me up."
The old man who didn't raise his hand pressed down the hand of his companion who was giving the "French military salute": "Look at how scared you are, you have some ambition."
"If you don't surrender, they will use flamethrowers to burn us." The old man who surrendered raised his hands again after speaking, but his hands were held tightly.
The carrot-eating man stood up: "There is no flamethrower, they are here to search and rescue the pilot. Thank you for the carrot, this carrot is really crispy."
As he spoke, the carrot man switched the carrot to his left hand, and picked up the large briefcase on the ground with his right hand.
Smith glanced at the briefcase and noticed the green "bio-contamination" warning sign on the outside of the case.
With a complicated expression, he watched the man eating carrots walking towards him carrying the box.
The man said: "Let me introduce myself. I am a special operator whose affiliation and name cannot be told to you. You can call me Lancelot."
Smith heard Li mutter behind him: "Knights of the Round Table? Your code name is quite fashionable. In comparison, our code names are too common. Smith, Li... Maybe you can find a hundred thousand people named Smith in the phone yellow pages." people."
Telephone Yellow Pages refers to the official telephone book. The cover is yellow, hence the name. The phone book lists all residential telephone numbers in the United States in alphabetical order.
Lancelot interjected: "Believe me, there are quite a few people named Lancelot... But, yes, this code name is indeed a code name that people can tell at a glance. It doesn't matter. Let's complete the task quickly .
"Oh, by the way, I just told these two old men that I am a pilot of the US Navy. There was a problem with the mechanical structure of my F14, so I parachuted. Please unify your statements and don't say anything wrong."
After that, Lancelot was about to board the plane with the suitcase, but Smith stopped him: "Wait a minute, I don't know what your mission is. If we don't tell you the content of the mission, we can't cooperate with you."
"It's a very simple task," Lancelot grinned. "It's just to put the things dug up this time in this small box and take them away."
Smith: "That's all? Are you bluffing me, dispatching a Blackbird, and engaging in such a big battle, just for this?"
Lancelot nodded: "Yes. By the way, 80% of the Soviet agents are already on the submarine. It may be the latest Akula class. We don't have enough voiceprint information to catch the whereabouts of this class. .
"Soon the agent will be launched from the torpedo tube, snorkeled and landed on some remote coastline in Japan.
"This kind of thing can take the lead in one step."
Smith: "Then you don't need to parachute here, just send a sample, we can do it too."
Lancelot laughed loudly, and then asked: "Agent Smith, have you ever confronted KGB's ace agent?"
Smith: "I caught quite a few spies in Japan..."
"This is not the same thing. If it is handed over to you for delivery, this sample may be dropped before it is delivered to the plane at the Yokohama base."
"How is it possible, it's not a ninja..." Smith was speechless.
Lancelot laughed out loud, went straight to the plane, chose a seat at random, sat down and crossed his legs, then took out the toad mirror and put it on, and stopped talking.
Although Smith was not convinced, he couldn't say anything.
He turned his back on the plane and watched as the Marines set up a cordon and packed up parachutes and other trivial items spread out in the field.
It looks like the engineers at Skunk Works built a protective shell that looks like a drop tank for the special passenger, just don't know where in the Blackbird this thing is stuck.
Maybe the camera pod was removed
Smith forced himself to think about this, so as not to get angry with that guy named Lancelot.
**
Hema can't control what the US military is doing.
After Chinook flew away, he fulfilled his promise and fought dozens of rounds with Mikako, sweating profusely.
After the fight, Mikako posed on the ground in her style: "Hema, you are so strong, you are not an opponent at all."
He Ma: "Please, this is outdoors, won't it be dirty if you lie on the ground like this?"
"Anyway, I will definitely have to take a shower and change clothes when I go back later. It doesn't matter." Mikako waved her hand, "And the clothes belong to the hotel, and the hotel will take care of the laundry, so don't worry about it."
"You, when will you look like a young girl." Kazuma said shaking his head, sat down on the grass next to Mikako, and looked up at the blue sky.
Mei Jiazi glanced at Kazuma, and suddenly said: "This time, I thought it was a murder case, but I didn't expect it to be cholera, the Self-Defense Forces, and the US Army. The battle seemed bigger than last time. "
As soon as Meijiazi finished speaking, Qingliu's voice came from behind Kazuma: "I also had a helicopter that time, or an armed helicopter, Cobra."
Kazuma: "Oh, what is there to earn? Why do you have the same knowledge as Mikako?"
Mikako: "It's too much! What's wrong with me? I'm also a top student at Sophia University, and the mayor of my hometown even wrote a haiku for me! And now I also understand the Western 81 exercise and the tension in the Falkland Islands, my It’s not too much to know, okay?”
"Yes, quite a lot." He Ma said a few perfunctory words.
Mikako pouted, looking dissatisfied with the perfunctory answer.
But she was relieved immediately, lying on the ground and stretching lazily: "Forget it, if you don't know, you don't know, and it's not bad to be silly all the time.
"I'll leave it to you, Kazuma, to do that kind of vigorous thing.
"I just need to lie down and bask in the sun after sweating from time to time like this."
Qingliu asked abruptly, "Won't this make you gain weight?"
Mikako was unmoved: "That's why you have to sweat from time to time. As long as you burn off the calories, you don't have to worry about gaining weight. But Qingliu, you should exercise less in the future and spend more time at home to gain weight... "
"I want you to manage!"
Based on Qingliu's vicious tone, Hema imagined Qingliu rolling her eyes when she said this.
At this time, the sound of engines came from the sky again, and it sounded like a helicopter again.
After Kazuma heard the sound, he immediately focused on the sound and turned his head to the direction from which the sound came.
His enhanced hearing came into play immediately.
The sound of the engine is coming this way.
Maybe it was the Chinook helicopter that left earlier.
The next moment, a twin-rotor helicopter, which looked exactly like a train carriage flying in the sky, whizzed past the hotel.
The gust of wind from the twin rotors whipped Kazuma's cheeks.
Unlike when they left just now, this time Chinook's "flying car" had a bunch of things wrapped in a large net bag, which looked like fragments of parachutes and unknown artifacts.
He Ma couldn't even understand what the Americans were doing.
Send out Chinooks early in the morning to lift garbage
At the same time as Ma thought so, Chinook slightly turned the fuselage and began to turn—helicopters always swing the fuselage like this, allowing the rotor to give a component force to the side, thereby pushing the aircraft away from the original flight path.
Because the plane passed the fuselage sideways, Kazuma could clearly see the faces behind every porthole on the plane with his enhanced vision.
Kazuma clearly saw that there were not only U.S. Marines with live ammunition on the plane, but also guys without military uniforms, and guys wearing toad glasses and bomber jackets, who looked like they ran out of the "Top Gun" set.
He Ma stared at the guy wearing the toad mirror.
Regardless of reason or emotion, tell him that "that guy" is a powerful character.
After traveling for more than a year, Hema's criteria for judging "powerful characters" have undergone tremendous changes.
When he first crossed, Hema still thought Jinshan Pingta was a powerful character, but now he would ask Jinshan Pingta to run errands from time to time.
For the current Kazuma, "a powerful character" refers to a guy at the level of Agent Yamada.
KGB's super fighter left a deep impression on Kazuma.
Thinking back to the final showdown with "Yamada", Kazuma had to pray in his heart that the one Chinook fought was not an American super soldier.
**
After the Chinook landed, Lancelot took the large file box and went straight to the temporary laboratory tent set up by the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Force.
It appears that Lancelot already knew in which tent the collected bacterial samples were kept.
While ordering the green light for Lancelot on the communication channel, Smith hurriedly followed Lancelot's footsteps.
Just outside the airlock door of the laboratory tent, a Japanese in a white coat stopped Lancelot.
"Sir," said the white coat in a quiet but resolute voice, "entering the laboratory requires full-body disinfection and protective clothing. You can't go in like this. Not only will it kill you, but it may also cause a plague." further eruption."
After thinking for a while, Lancelot nodded and said in Japanese, "You're right, I'm going to change into protective clothing and disinfect my whole body."
The Japanese in the white coat bowed and said, "Thank you for your understanding."
Lancelot: "You're welcome, I should do it. Where should I change the protective clothing?"
Smith, who was following behind, immediately took a step forward: "I'll just take you there, it's right next to you."
Moments later, Lancelot, Smith, and Lee were all donning their protective suits and undergoing final disinfection.
At this time, the sound of the surrounding machines was very loud, and the three of them could only communicate by shouting.
Smith yelled to Lancelot: "I still don't really understand. That bacterium was developed before Japan's defeat, and its lethality is not at the same level as the biological weapons we have in the United States now. How can it be worth ranking in the top two in the world?" The two intelligence agencies who don't agree with anyone are fighting each other?"
Lancelot looked at Smith suspiciously: "That's all for the KGB, did Mossad intervene in this matter?"
"What? Mossad? Why did you come out of Mossad?" Smith looked confused, and even temporarily forgot his doubts.
Lancelot asked back: "Didn't you just say that the world's top two intelligence agencies are fighting each other? Isn't that the Mossad and the KGB?"
Smith: "This... In your eyes, does our CIA not even get in the top two?"
"Of course I can't get in, look at our various failures recently.
"For example, not long ago in the Iranian Communist Party, the intelligence analysis class even completely misjudged the situation. They always thought that Pahlavi would not be overthrown, but they were severely slapped in the face by reality.
"Afterwards, Delta's hostage rescue operation also came to an end. Although the failure of Delta was mainly due to the fact that the helicopters participating in the operation were drawn from the army and navy, and there was a problem with coordination, many people still blamed the CIA.
"With us like this, how can we rank in the top two?"
Smith was speechless by this remark—because Lancelot said the truth this time, and the CIA has failed a lot recently, so he spared no effort to train guerrillas in Afghanistan and give eye drops to the Soviets .
However, Smith actually didn't want to discuss the CIA's ranking among the spy agencies of another world.
What he wanted to ask was why the indifferent Freemasonry in yesterday's newsletter—or some other secret society with the all-seeing eye as its symbol—would be so interested in an obsolete bacterial weapon that it It took a lot of trouble to parachute an escort over.
After much deliberation, Smith still didn't understand, so he could only ask.
Lancelot sighed: "Since you want to break the casserole and ask the bottom line, I'll give you a little hint: Have you ever thought that those bacteria have been sealed in the underground base for so long, and the things in the petri dish have already died?" It just turned to ashes.
"Even if these bacteria are 'refrigerated', Japan's refrigeration technology during World War II was so bad that only warships like the Yamato had refrigerators that could make ice cream and soda. With their technology, it was impossible to make the refrigerators work so well Haven't had a problem for years.
"What's more, the base has long been out of power.
"So, the very fact that those bacteria are still alive is quite unusual. You understand me by saying that?"
Smith frowned—it seemed, it made sense.
At this time, Lancelot had already put on his protective clothing. He walked under the disinfection nozzle first, and turned on the water valve to start the external disinfection process.
After tossing for a while, Lancelot led Smith and Lee into the laboratory tent.
"Let me see, the sample sample...here it is." Lancelot said as he opened the large file box in his hand.
After opening the box, Smith discovered that the box was a small refrigerator at all, probably powered by batteries.
When Lancelot opened the box, the indicator light inside the box was still red, so it should not be working.
But what caught Smith's attention was the red pattern on the inner lining of the box—two snakes biting each other's tails, encircling the Star of David.
This pattern is very unscientific at first glance, full of mystical atmosphere.
Smith raised his head suspiciously, and found that Lancelot was looking at him with a smile.
"It's my personal preference." Lancelot laughed. "It's pretty cool."
Smith smiled, nodded and said: "It's cool."