"She was with the director, and she disappeared after she came down. I thought she was the same as the director, and they both had other things to do." The silent crew member replied.
"So are you done? Where's Old Ning?" asked the irritable crew member.
"What are you busy with? I want to know where he went!" Jiang Ling made way for them, leaned against the wall, and stared at the two of them.
She hadn't noticed them at first, but when she finally paid attention, she realized they were wearing a unique garment underneath their coats. Beneath the open collars lay a black fabric with a regular pattern. The same material stretched out, covering their entire bodies. For a moment, she could only think of one word: "frogman."
Perhaps the two men had just emerged from the pool, and the liquid on their bodies wasn't entirely sweat. But the question was, the submarine had just been quietly docked, so how did they find a decent pool within the ten minutes they were aboard?
"So you're not busy now? Why don't you come and lend a hand?" The man didn't treat Jiang Ling differently and gave her a hand's distance on the forklift's handle.
Jiang Ling didn't have the shyness of a girl. With a little effort, she kept the forklift at a relatively steady speed. They pushed the pile of boxes through two doors and arrived at the transfer elevator.
The irritable crew member was familiar with the process and operated the control panel twice, and the elevator responded quickly.
"Where are we going?" Jiang Ling's vision slowly descended as the elevator descended. She realized that the interior of this submarine seemed much taller than she had imagined. Generally speaking, the interior of a submarine is usually only two or three stories high, but this submarine No. 509 exceeded her expectations.
She didn't think this world had mastered space compression technology, so the answer was obvious.
"Underwater, of course!" the irritable crew member replied. "You don't know yet, but they've already given us four nicknames. They call us F4!"
"Us? Four?" Jiang Ling was a little confused.
"Yes. Four," he said with a frown, "Me, him, Lao Ning, and you. That's the name on the list. As soon as he mentioned that you and Lao Ning were together, I knew that the name was yours. To be honest, I really don't know how Lao Ning found you. You don't look like someone who can swim at all."
"He might just be passing by!" Jiang Ling shrugged, then continued, "Why do you call us F4? I remember there weren't any Formula One races held for several years before the war. There can't be any fanatical fans left here, right?"
"What equation? They're talking about floors!"
The irritable crew member knocked on the control panel, and the elevator was immediately locked. The three of them worked together to push the forklift out.
This section seemed to be rarely visited; the air was filled with the smell of metal-maintaining oil. The lighting here was always a dim red, and the only sounds in the corridor were the footsteps of three people.
They came to a section with a cylindrical cabin and worked together to move all the cargo boxes stacked on the forklift into it.
This section had four silos, each with a pressure-resistant door, and the section itself was separated by two pressure-resistant doors of the same type. A circular watertight door divided the silo into two halves. The upper half was just big enough to fit an exoskeleton, while the lower half led to a further area, perhaps connecting to the dark seabed.
When all the cargo boxes were moved to where they belonged, the silent crew member returned to the upper level with the forklift, and the remaining two people handled the cargo here.
Jiang Ling opened a cargo box numbered G-3031 and pulled out four half-meter-long "F"-shaped steel frames. The irritable crewman donned gloves and took one from her. They fiddled with the circular watertight door on the tank floor, assembling the parts one by one until they finally built a two-meter-tall trapezoidal support frame.
Of course, Jiang Ling could only offer minor assistance, such as lifting heavy objects and delivering tool parts, but the majority of the work had to be done by this irritable crew member. Furthermore, she was always asking questions, which slowed down the actual progress of the work.
Fortunately, this man was not in a hurry. When Jiang Ling asked about the story of the submarine, he seemed to open up and chattered for a long time.
"...that's why they changed 509 into this horrible look. Those half-baked designers deserve to be shot!" He put down the wrench and said while rubbing his sore arm.
"So that's the case? Then what did they replace the reactor with? They can't just keep using the same old one, right?"
"That's definitely not possible. Fission reactors are still too dangerous. The central station built them a larger version of a vehicle-mounted fusion reactor, but unfortunately its size and weight didn't fit the original location, so they moved it to F2."
"Where is F2?"
"It's right above us. We're in F3, and below that is the sea, so they call us F4! What do they take us for?!"
Floor? Cargo? Or trouble?
He was indeed unhappy with the title. As a political commissar, he should have seriously stopped such behavior. However, his mission did not overlap with those of the people above him, and their own political commissars did not speak out, so he could only pretend not to hear such a title.
He took a long breath and opened the last cargo box needed for this cabin. A sleek exoskeleton appeared in front of the two of them.
Jiang Ling took a step forward and used her psychic powers to pull the exoskeleton into a standing position. She then touched its lower back and found a red handle hidden in the cover.
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