Chapter 561: Chapter 259: Decisive Battle Moment_2 Chapter 561: Chapter 259: Decisive Battle Moment_2 On the tugboat where Miller was present, there was a large screen displaying the underwater view. Miller was closely watching the video on the screen, where an operator was piloting the deep-sea submersible above the mysterious aircraft. He was taking pictures of the aircraft while giving a detailed introduction.
“From its appearance, this mysterious aircraft almost looks identical to our B-2, but according to the actual measurements, the aircraft is at least 20% larger than our B-2. The plane is located at the bottom of the lake, 87 meters deep. Due to the strong water pressure, the cockpit has been crushed, and there is damage to the wings, though the broken parts have not separated from the fuselage and are still attached.”
“I have circled around the aircraft, paying special attention to its cockpit. Although the cockpit is crushed, it remains closed; the cockpit door is pitch black, so it's unclear if there are any pilots inside. However, I haven't found any bodies nearby. Since the mysterious aircraft is stuck in the lakebed's silt, it's still unclear what lies beneath its belly.”
“There are no signs of fuel leakage in the lake water, and no aviation fuel components have been detected in the surrounding area. It's a mystery where the aircraft's fuel tank is located, and no weapons have surfaced…”
General Miller observed the images sent back from underwater and listened to the detailed briefing, falling deep into thought. The aircraft was very mysterious and seemingly powerful, but the simple survey hadn't provided any useful information. No one knew how the mysterious aircraft could stealth, where its pilot was now, what kind of power device it used, or how it could carry so many weapons.
But Miller snapped back to reality, knowing that once he got his hands on this mysterious aircraft, all these questions could be answered. He said, “First, secure the plane to prevent it from suddenly taking off at the bottom of the lake.”
Having experienced the mysterious aircraft's underwater movements before, General Miller knew to prevent such an eventuality. That's why he was determined to secure the aircraft in place to prevent any unexpected movement underwater.
Two massive cement blocks, each weighing a hundred tons, were dropped from the tugboat into the water nearby. Each cement block was attached to a thick iron chain. The deep-sea submersible moved over, grabbed an iron chain with its mechanical arm, and towed it over to the nearby mysterious aircraft. With a diver's help, it wrapped the chain around one wing of the aircraft and secured it with a large lock. Then it repeated the process with another massive chain, securing it to the aircraft's other wing.
In this way, two huge cement blocks with a combined weight of two hundred tons secured the mysterious aircraft through the chains. For the aircraft to move underwater, it would have to drag these two hundred-ton cement blocks. Given the size of the mysterious aircraft, it definitely could not progress dragging such heavy weight. In other words, the US Forces had successfully restricted the aircraft's underwater maneuverability. With such heavy cement blocks, the aircraft also could not ascend vertically. Under current technological levels, no aircraft could carry a 200-ton cargo and take off.
Only at that moment did General Miller on the tugboat feel entirely at ease. The sky was completely blockaded, preventing the mysterious aircraft from entering it. And underwater, its mobility was restricted. Thus, the aircraft had nowhere to run and could only wait to be captured by the US Forces.
Feeling confident, General Miller began to give orders, instructing the salvage ships upstream to get in position and then lift the mysterious aircraft to transport it back to the national laboratory in the United States for analysis.
Inside the Paradise Palace Casino, Yan Fei was personally trying out various gambling devices while observing the casino's operations. However, being a complete novice at gambling, he couldn't grasp any management tactics in such a short time, so apart from his chips dwindling, he gained nothing.
Suddenly, the phone of a Black man beside Yan Fei rang. The man, visibly annoyed, answered the call, and after a short listen, he exploded in anger, “Goddammit, you've ruined my fun. I ain't no 'big guy', and my name ain't 'big guy'; you got the wrong number.” Then he hung up furiously and, after calming himself, resumed gambling.
Yan Fei didn't pay any attention and continued to observe the casino. When he sat down at a blackjack table, ready to gamble against the croupier, someone else's phone rang next to him. This person was a Caucasian man caught up in the excitement of his game, and the call made him livid. After he caught the message, he too began to curse, “Damn it, what rotten luck. I'm not the 'big guy.' Bitch, if you're looking for a 'big guy,' go to a brothel, don't bother me.”, and then he hung up.
Yan Fei still didn't notice anything amiss. However, after switching locations for the third time, he realized someone's phone was ringing next to him again. This time, a young Caucasian woman answered. While usually good-natured, the contents of the call seemed to irritate her as she said, “I'm not the 'big guy', you have the wrong number!” before hanging up. Her companion immediately asked with concern who had called, and then they began flirting once again.