Chapter 3100
The Shock from the Jiaolong Submarine
Chapter 3100 The Shock from the Jiaolong Submarine
United States!
"Mr. Smith, here are the documents you requested."
Natasha placed a prepared document on Smith's desk with a smile on her face, but inwardly she felt helpless.
Since leaving the Alliance, she changed her name and even betrayed a lot of Alliance intelligence, making the Alliance's crows and swallows want to eat her alive.
Even here, she is frequently attacked.
Fortunately, she was the one who survived in the end.
None of that matters, since I had already considered the situation I would face when I decided to leave.
To her surprise, even after arriving in the United States, she did not receive the attention she desired.
Or rather, she was simply treated as an office worker here, and the purpose was simply to facilitate surveillance.
To put it bluntly, it means the other party doesn't trust her.
Smith glanced at the documents on the table, but his eyes were fixed on the computer screen.
"Okay, I'll check it in a bit."
Natasha frowned. Yesterday she said she was in a hurry and that she had spent the whole night organizing the information, but today she had this attitude.
She strongly suspected that the other person was making fun of her.
Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do.
Through the glass behind her, Natasha could vaguely see the contents of the computer screen reflected in the glass.
Red Alert.
"You son of a bitch, you bastard."
Natasha cursed inwardly, suppressing her anger. She was busy and had to be careful outside, while this guy was playing games in the office.
He's an absolute bastard.
No wonder the United States' institutions are not as good as the Alliance's. With such leadership, it's no wonder that the subordinates have no motivation to do anything.
However, the thought of the United States' secrets made Natasha feel a little better.
This feeling of comfort lasted only a second, because she was now one of them.
Suppressing his regret, he then smiled and asked, "Mr. Smith, is there anything else you require?"
Smith was dragging his mouse, preparing to attack the Bear Kingdom's base, when he heard the question and immediately shook his head, "No."
"Oh, by the way, remember that guy you approached last time?"
Smith spoke without looking up, and Natasha immediately remembered something, so she tentatively asked, "Jonard?"
"Wasn't that mission already completed?"
Smith nodded. "Yes, that's right, you did a great job."
"However, this guy bought 10,000 computers last time and is setting up an arcade in a city along the West Sea coast. I heard he made quite a bit of money."
"We're going to buy more computers this time, and I'm planning to go there in person. I think we need someone to come along and take a look."
"The higher-ups think you've had contact with the other party and have experience in this area, so they plan to continue sending you there."
Natasha was startled. "Sir, that's China! Is it appropriate for me to go?"
Smith leaned back in his chair, then took a deep breath and looked at Natasha seriously. "Why not?"
“You are Natasha, not Alyosha. You are now a citizen of the United States. Why can’t you?”
Smith spoke with a straight face, but Natasha was internally criticizing him.
What a load of bull! If she really went out unguarded in the current situation, she might not see the sun rise tomorrow.
This identity is useless even in the United States.
Not to mention that they are facing former 'allies'.
However, for now, we'll stay here.
Natasha's eyes darted around.
As she said, the alliance has infiltrated this place to an unknown extent, and even their own internal situation is unstable.
Why do I always get exposed here?
Why can't I shake it off even after changing my appearance?
The reason for this is self-evident.
Therefore, leaving this place might not be a bad choice if you want to get rid of this kind of life in the future.
But would the other party let me leave so easily?
Definitely not.
So, this is the opportunity.
Natasha pretended to think it over seriously, and finally nodded in agreement, "Okay, I can go."
"But I need field protection."
Smith smiled when he heard Natasha's request; he knew all too well what kind of protection this was.
Of course, this is also a way of indirectly expressing an attitude.
"Sure, I'll arrange it."
Natasha shrugged, then continued, "But what about the mission?"
At this point, Smith looked up and smiled, "Through his connections, I inquired about the development of computers in China."
"In particular, the progress of their research and their research on mainframe computers are very important."
Natasha frowned. "Sir, do you think someone of my status could possibly have access to these things?"
"This is top secret. Don't you think you're asking too much of us?"
Smith shrugged back. "I think that shouldn't be too difficult for the best swallows."
Upon hearing this, Natasha immediately understood that she was merely a cover, and the other side would definitely have spies investigating from the shadows.
She turned and walked out, saying, "Sir, she was once the most outstanding swallow."
After saying that, he closed the door.
Smith grinned, glanced at the documents on the table, but didn't look at them, continuing to play his game.
"Damn it, how can this ballistic cruiser be so powerful?"
"No, this game is definitely fake."
"This missile could never be that powerful. I know about the United States' missiles. It's fake, it must be fake."
Smith angrily pounded on the table, but he really couldn't bear to part with the keyboard, so he took his anger out on the table.
But if you do that, your hands will suffer a lot.
"Bullshit game."
He cursed again, then picked up the water glass next to the table, took a sip, and then picked up the documents on the table.
Looking at the data that had just appeared, Smith frowned, three lines appearing on his forehead.
He quickly glanced through the documents, then put them down and took out another document from the safe next to him, carefully reviewing it.
After a long while, Smith picked up two documents and left the office.
Soon, he arrived at Lawrence's office and was about to knock when he noticed that the lights inside were off. He subconsciously glanced at his watch, then took a deep breath and walked to a bench to examine it more closely.
One of the two documents is a record of the battle in Nan'an that Natasha collected. These kinds of documents are basically collected by any interested country, and China has not deliberately concealed them.
The other document was battle damage intelligence provided by staff in Nan'an.
This document is a top secret of their United States.
Not many people know about it.
However, some details were overlooked in the comparison of the battle process and the casualties.
But these overlooked details are the most fatal.
At that moment, Smith suddenly thought of the Chinese weapons in the game.
Missile cruiser.
This is utterly insignificant compared to the United States.
They possess the world's last missile cruisers and the world's best missiles.
The key point is, they have a lot of them.
China, on the other hand, only has the Weiqing, a ship that serves as a symbol of its power. Given China's shipbuilding industry, it would take at least a hundred years to catch up with the scale of the United States.
He is confident in this.
Therefore, they have an absolute advantage in terms of strength on the sea.
As for air superiority.
Smith frowned slightly, then relaxed his gaze.
Although there are aircraft carriers in the game, they are not something that can be easily built in reality.
This is especially true for agricultural countries like China.
Building an aircraft carrier is no small matter; it could potentially cripple an entire country.
Therefore, without an aircraft carrier, no matter how powerful their Blue Horse is, it can only guard their home front.
As for long-distance raids, one or two deterrents are fine, but if it's a large-scale operation, let's see how long they can hold out.
Moreover, modern aircraft carriers are equipped with jet aircraft, not the old-fashioned propeller planes.
This places higher demands on aircraft carriers, on carrier-based aircraft, and on pilots and ground crew.
Building an aircraft carrier would require a huge investment.
Thinking this, Smith gave a cold laugh.
He actually wanted the other party to study aircraft carriers, so that after experiencing several failures, they would understand the difficulty involved.
As for the other party succeeding on the first try?
That is impossible.
Even a powerful nation like the United States of America only managed to develop the prototype of a modern aircraft carrier after several failures, and it took a huge price to achieve its current scale.
Otherwise, why would other countries send those old aircraft carriers to museums? Why dismantle them and sell them for scrap metal? Why sink them and turn them into islands?
There are reasons for all of this.
The biggest reason is that it can't keep up with the pace of development of the times.
"So, the weapons in that game are just something the Chinese dreamed up, a ridiculous clown."
Smith muttered to himself, then added, "But it's really good for entertainment; it's a good game."
"Great United States, when will you release a game?"
After he finished speaking, he saw the office lights suddenly turn on. Smith took a deep breath, knowing it was his turn to take the stage.
I knocked gently on the door, and immediately heard footsteps inside. Then the door opened.
Mengsha nodded with a rosy complexion, then stepped aside.
Smith glanced subconsciously at the stockings on the other person's legs, feeling inexplicably jealous.
If I were the one sitting in there, that would be wonderful.
Therefore, we need to get rid of Lawrence as soon as possible.
"Smith, couldn't you have come a little later and let me finish my coffee?"
Lawrence leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest. For him, this period of contemplation was still a bit too short.
In particular, the effects of the medicinal wine have not completely dissipated.
In addition, the side effects of drinking began to appear, making him want to take a nap.
"Sir, I'm afraid that won't work."
Smith's serious expression forced Lawrence to look him in the eye, and he took a deep breath. "So, please tell me what's making you so anxious?"
Smith nodded, then placed the documents in his hand on the table and quickly recited the information he had summarized.
"Boss, look, this is the combat footage we've collected, including detailed battle accounts of the major large surface ships."
"These are all verifiable facts."
Lawrence glanced at it briefly and nodded.
Smith reiterated, "This is the damage report sent back by our intelligence personnel in Southampton."
After saying that, Lawrence picked up the document, the contents of which he had already read.
"and then?"
When questioned, Smith took a deep breath and then took out the map he had brought.
"Boss, look here, and here, and here."
Smith pointed to three locations on the map, in the north, east, and south of South An. "Have you noticed that, based on the intelligence on battle damage, these three battles occurred almost within a single day?"
"In other words, the ships at these three locations completed the battle in almost a single day."
"But we know the strength of the enemy. It is impossible for them to launch a simultaneous attack. Moreover, this attack is clearly not coming from the air."
"That means it's underwater."
Lawrence suddenly spoke, his face becoming serious.
Because underwater threats are always unpredictable and unfathomable.
Even the United States wouldn't dare claim to be invincible underwater.
"Are you sure it's from China? Or not from the Alliance?"
Lawrence suddenly asked, but Smith shook his head, "Boss, if it were the league, which side would they choose to help?"
Lawrence realized what he meant and nodded. "Yes, that's a good question."
"So, this is their submarine?"
"Nine times out of ten."
Upon hearing the accurate reply, Lawrence looked at the map again, his gaze finally settling on the southernmost battleground.
"here."
Lawrence looked up and said, "There isn't a supply base for them here, is there?"
Seeing that the other party had finally discovered the problem, Smith nodded solemnly, "No, there is no base there at all, even though we are under close surveillance."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lawrence stood up abruptly from his seat, though his legs felt weak. He quickly grabbed the table for support, then took a deep breath and said in a serious tone, "A nuclear submarine?"
Smith nodded slightly. "Most likely."
Lawrence felt a tightness in his chest.
Some people have previously suggested that China may have mastered the technology to manufacture nuclear submarines, or even that it has already manufactured them.
He scoffed at the news.
Even the league thinks it's an unfounded worry.
Those small countries are narrow-minded and speak nonsense without knowing anything.
That thing isn't something you can just put any reactor on there and call it a day.
Without sophisticated design and manufacturing equipment, comprehensive protective measures are also required, along with strong maintenance capabilities.
If that's not the case, why are there only a few in the whole world?
But now.
He suddenly felt that this might be true.
If that's the case, then it's terrifying.
"Boss, we don't know yet whether they are equipped with submarine-launched missiles. If they are, it will be a huge threat to us."
"Boss, I suggest submitting the report as soon as possible, preferably."
"We'd better get our lads back out of that area!"
From Smith's perspective, withdrawing now is the best option.
After all, they had just pulled their feet out of the mud; if they were to step back in, it would be difficult to pull them out again.
Lawrence, however, had more to think about.
He still wants to participate in the election, so there absolutely cannot be any unexpected events at this time.
After a moment of silence, Lawrence saw Mengsha waiting quietly to the side and said, "Prepare the car immediately; I need to report to them personally."
Mengsha nodded immediately and then quickly went out.
But when I went out again, my heart, which had been calm, suddenly started beating faster.