Chapter 1138 Welcome to Devil's Island

A small unmanned submarine was slowly released into the water, followed by two "shallow sea transport vehicles" that were slightly larger than it. Jack bit his breathing mouthpiece, waved to Hannah and Jiejie who were looking at him worriedly, and flipped back into the water.

This dive was not very difficult. Although they needed to go around the other side of Devil's Island to reach the drainage entrance they had selected before, the whole journey was only 4 kilometers.

In the words of the old man Mason, he could easily complete it with a breathing tube and a pair of flippers.

This was indeed the case. Except for Goosby who was a little overly nervous, the difficulty of this underwater armed swimming was not much more difficult for the seals than the daily basic physical training.

Although the underwater maximum speed of the "shallow sea transport vehicle" was "high" to 7 knots, that is, 13 kilometers per hour, after carrying ammunition and weapons and four to five crew members, it could only move slowly at a speed of less than 4 knots.

Fortunately, the sea conditions were good today, and there was a small unmanned submarine ahead to explore the way. Although they were not able to move in a straight line, they still arrived at the target location quietly after more than half an hour.

Mason spent ten minutes to successfully find the entrance to the drainage channel among a pile of kelp and seaweed. It was located on the side of the smooth cliff, only about one meter away from the water surface.

The iron fence at the entrance had long been rusted, and there was a big hole in the middle. I don’t know if it was the work of the old guy when he escaped.

The drainage channel is very narrow and can only accommodate one person. Although it is a bit curved, the length does not exceed 50 meters, which is the 57 steps mentioned by Mason before.

Considering that he climbed out of it at low tide, even Jack couldn’t help but sigh at the old guy’s courage. This is really not something that ordinary people can do.

Jack and B5 Brock Reynolds, who served as an assaulter, emerged from the reservoir like water ghosts. The Noveske N4 assault rifles in their hands rotated half a circle. After confirming that the surroundings were safe, Brock slowly floated down again and made tactical gestures behind him.

Since the opponent this time is their own people, in order to prevent abnormal signals from being detected, they will maintain radio silence throughout the process.

Although everyone carries a GPS locator, the command center cannot monitor the movements of the team members in a place like underground where signals are isolated.

This can be regarded as a challenge even for SEAL Team B, because it means that they will not receive any support from the rear before breaking radio silence, including the Predator drone hovering in the sky.

Taking off the heavy diving suit, Jack took out his 83-type water bottle and handed it to the shivering Goosby, "Come on, but only a small sip."

Although San Francisco and Los Angeles are adjacent to the Pacific Ocean and seem to be geographically very close, due to the cold current, the sea water temperature here rarely exceeds 20 degrees even in midsummer.

Although the diving suit has a considerable heat preservation effect, the current water temperature of only 15 or 16 degrees is still easy to make people fall into hypothermia.

However, just as Gusby was still hesitating, the kettle was snatched away by Mason who had already smelled the smell. He took a big sip, then exhaled heavily and said loudly.

"Nice St. Brand Vodka, still the same taste as I remembered."

The space where everyone was now was not quiet. An old gas turbine that had been running for who knows how many years was rumbling, providing electricity for the entire island.

Jason, the captain of Team B, walked around the room, stopped in front of a heavy rusted iron door, and tried to turn the rotating handle on the door.

"Don't bother, this door can only be opened from the other side." Mason returned the kettle to Jack, walked to the gas turbine and squatted down, staring at the bottom of the boiler that was spewing flames from time to time.

"What do you mean? How are you going to open the door?"

Jason lowered his head in confusion and followed his line of sight to the bottom of the boiler. He saw several huge wheel-like structures rotating constantly, like giant guillotines passing through the bottom of the gas turbine that was less than one meter high in a regular manner.

Coupled with the flames that spewed out from time to time, people couldn't help but have an illusion that this small passage seemed to be a miniature version of hell.

"Of course, I'll get through from the bottom and open the door for you on the other side." Mason seemed to be talking about something ordinary.

Sunny Quinn, who was taking out explosives from his backpack to break the door, was stunned when he heard this. He lay down and looked down for a while, then looked back at Mason who looked normal, and couldn't help but shrink back and looked at Jack with gloating.

"Luckily Jason arranged for you to follow him."

Mason also looked at Jack, "Do you want to come too?"

"No, I believe you, really." Jack shrugged. He was not upset, but he didn't know how to explain that his clothes were burned but he was fine.

"I still remember the time difference, I hope it hasn't changed." Mason said as he leaned over and lay on the ground.

"Wait." Jack pulled out his FK7.5 and handed it to the old man, "Take it for self-defense, but this is my baby, don't lose it, otherwise I will soak your daughter when I get back."

Mason was slightly stunned. This old agent from SAS didn't know what expression to use to respond to the little bastard in front of him.

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Watching Mason's figure disappear in the fire, Clay asked worriedly, "He won't just abandon us and run away, right?"

"Then we can only blow the door open at the risk of being discovered." Jack shrugged, not worried about it.

Although he didn't spend much time with this man, he felt that he had gained some experience in dealing with some old spies from the Cold War.

These old guys are soft-hearted and not hard-hearted. Instead of coercing and luring, it is better to show some softness and trust in return, which may have a miraculous effect.

Time passed bit by bit. It was only a short four or five minutes, but everyone who was "trapped" here had the illusion that they were living a long time.

Even the captain Jason, who was always calm, couldn't help but look at the Luminox military watch on his wrist frequently. Just when Sonny couldn't hold back and was about to untie his backpack again to take out the explosives, there was a dull bang from the rusty iron door.

Deputy Captain Ray Perry, who was squatting at the door on guard, and the current B Carter opposite him looked at each other, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at the gap in the iron door that was slowly opening.

"Welcome to Devil's Island!" Mason's figure appeared behind the open iron gate, his face covered in sweat and his body seemed to be still steaming.