Perhaps the girl's prayers had worked, as no accidents occurred for several days. Ship 509 successfully crossed the deepest trench known to mankind, breaking through the former second island chain from the waters near Saipan, a territory of the United States.
Of course, they weren't the first, nor would they be the last, to break through the second island chain. For fourteen years before the war, Country Z had been producing drones in its automated factories, and a significant number of them still roamed the oceans. After so many years of pursuit and interception, several key points in the island chain had declined at a noticeable rate, no longer a target.
The surviving troops believed that the hunters might continue their activities according to the final orders, perhaps crawling onto the shores of enemy countries or tirelessly searching for prey in the coastal waters of those countries. Their intelligence was not as powerful as that of the artificial intelligence, and the urban area would sooner or later find a way to deal with them.
All in all, the most dangerous enemy in this big bathhouse of the Pacific Ocean should be the group of mutants about which little information is available.
After touring the submarine, Jiang Ling returned to her temporary home bored.
During these few short days, the four members of F4 used the remaining scraps in the cargo hold at the rear of F3 to build a few small temporary dormitories. As the only woman on the ship, she naturally received some minor privileges.
Unfortunately, there were few entertainment options on the submarine, and the paper-thin partitions meant that even with her own bunk, she couldn't find a way to pass the time. Besides chatting, she could only go to the hull to debug her exoskeleton. Perhaps the crew had other ways to entertain themselves, but their circle wasn't easy to join, and Jiang Ling had no intention of shamelessly joining them.
Old Ning and Political Commissar Xiao were both very busy men, and they were often out of Jiang Ling's sight. And the silent crew member named Old Wu often stayed silently inside an exoskeleton, doing some strange and unknown things.
Even those designers who were not originally in the plan were assigned some tasks within their capabilities, such as checking various parameters of the submarine to supplement the data that could not be collected by the sensors on the submarine.
Each of them found something to do, except Jiang Ling, who looked like an idle person.
She lay on a small bed made of three cargo boxes, covering the entire submarine with her psychic abilities. Peeping into other people's memories was a fun form of entertainment, not to mention that it was purely mental work and didn't consume much physical energy.
Of course, most people's memories are mediocre. Those who are at the lower level of Malos's needs usually only have some delicious food, wealth and bitter things in their minds. It's okay to try something new occasionally, but after seeing too much, it's actually just like that.
Jiang Ling was targeting the old guys on the boat. The older they were, the more experiences they had, and their memories naturally became legendary.
For example, Old Wu next door.
His original ambition was to become a pilot, as his name suggests: Wu Ying. In reality, the pre-war employment environment for pilots was quite poor. Unmanned aerial vehicles could do anything a manned aircraft could do, and they could do it better. Pilots at the time were limited to civilian aviation, private helicopters, or transport aircraft.
Those aircraft usually fly very slowly. After sitting in the driving seat, the pilot is like an administrator watching the operation of artificial intelligence. All he can do is act as a human-shaped insurance or a rich man's card.
However, misfortune soon struck. During a training accident, his defective flight chair was thrown into the sea, where it remained submerged in the warm water for four days and nights. It was a thrilling 97 hours, and Wu Ying was nearly dehydrated by the salt water. Enduring fatigue, fear, pain, and a host of other physiological reactions, he persevered until rescue arrived.
Since then, he has been obsessed with diving.
He feels that floating in the water, drifting with the current, is a more free form of flight. Compared to the experience of flying through a layer of metal and constantly enduring overload, deep-water freediving is simply a pleasure.
Diving does not involve so many twists and turns. Apart from oxygen, pressure and a small amount of danger, it is indeed much freer than making large-angle maneuvers in the sky.
But that was the situation before the war, and it is difficult to say which one is better now.
Wu's subsequent experience was mainly recreational deep diving for communication purposes. He never got a decent job until the outbreak of the war. Before boarding 509, he had been participating in the construction of the East China Sea Station.
Jiang Ling wasn't sure why Old Ning had chosen Wu Ying. Just from his memory, he knew of many divers with more experience. If one were to simply judge Old Wu's diving skills, he might not even be as good as his colleagues. So, at least in his small circle, he was just an average guy.
It is rare for ordinary people to be favored by senior management. Wu Ying must have something special about him, which aroused Jiang Ling's curiosity.
Just when she was about to search Old Wu's deep memories again, a light cough interrupted the two people in F3 from slacking off.
"Who is it?" Jiang Ling got up from the bed, pulled open a corner of the curtain, and looked out.
[Who is this person?]
These words popped up in her mind, as if someone was whispering in her ear.
Jiang Ling was not the one who had made no progress in three years. She immediately noticed the abnormality and quickly increased the output intensity of her spiritual power, trying to find the source of that spiritual power.
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