Colonel Kiyang stood up and left the screen, looked at Martin, and asked him to solve the problem.

"We all have a consensus on this, Quinnier, let's talk."

Martin appears on the screen and asks Quinnier to have a good talk with him.

Quinnier looked back at the workers and everyone stepped out tactfully.

Ten minutes later, Quinnier walked out of the communication room, not knowing what he had talked to Martin, but his first sentence was, "Everyone, get ready to act."

The workers looked at each other, shrugged, and turned to work.

Quinnier didn't explain anything, but they just wanted to make the money, and they trust Quinnier very much.

Thirty minutes later, under the tow of two deep-sea submersibles, the semi-submersible offshore drilling platform slowly sneaked on the seabed.

"Let's turn left five degrees first."

Quinnier sat in the control room, observing the situation under the sea, and directing the submersible.

"Well, the official name of Typhoon has come out, fans." In the tugboat command room, Martin sat in front of the screen and turned on the communicator, "The name is Federer."

"In more than ten hours, this sea will become very interesting."

Martin put the photo of the typhoon on the screen and asked Quinnier to take a closer look.

"Feder?" Quinnier shook his head when he heard this, and said with a smile, "Shouldn't the typhoon be a woman's name?"

Martin shook his head, put down the photo and got up to the command room, looking out on the deck outside.

A deep-sea submersible was lifted by a crane and put into the sea with a "bang", and a large number of waves were surprised.

"Boat No. 3 has been launched."

Mo Laowu and the special forces stayed in the submersible together and began to go into the water.

"Dinglanger, this is Boat No. 3, we are diving." A special agent in charge of operating the submersible reported that "Dinglanger, we are starting to dive with our umbilical cord."

"Received, Boat 3."

A few minutes later, Boat No. 3 brought Mo Laowu and the special forces soldiers to the bottom of the sea.

"The drilling platform is Boat No. 3, please answer when you receive it."

"The drilling platform was received, Boat 3."

Boat No. 3 leaned towards the drilling platform, and was closely connected with a "clang".

Mo Laowu and the special forces opened the hatch door and entered the pressure relief chamber.

"Hi~ everyone, welcome to our world, the ocean of abyss."

At the window of the pressure relief chamber, a fat man wearing a yellow baseball cap appeared and greeted the people inside. When everyone was focusing their eyes on his face, they left the hatch door again.

"Okay, start to relieve stress now."

The fat man's voice sounded again outside, and a "sniff" sound in the pressure relief chamber began to gradually decompression.

Mo Laowu and the special forces couldn't help but raise their hands to pinch their nostrils.

At this time, the fat man's voice sounded again outside the door.

"You should look at each other in case anyone has signs of hps."

"Complications of hypertension, muscle tremor, usually start with the hands. Nausea, increase in excitement, and gradually lose sense of direction."

"Of course one out of every twenty people will have this symptoms that cannot bear it, and then go crazy."

"Hey." Suddenly, Lieutenant Kofien interrupted the fat man with a voice and said.

"Listen, we've all reached this depth, no problem."

"But there is one person..." Lieutenant Kofien said, turning his gaze to Mo Laowu, the white-haired man of unknown origin.

"Don't worry, I will never have any problems." Mo Laowu noticed the gaze of the special forces soldiers, the corners of his mouth cracked, and he showed an extremely confident smile.

"Sher~"

As soon as Mo Laowu finished speaking, the pressure relief ended and the hatch door opened.

"You are all familiar, come out."

The fat man opened the hatch door, and the special soldiers retracted their gaze, lifted their boxes and walked out.

Mo Laowu also held his big pipe and walked out of the pressure relief chamber. But as soon as he walked out of the pressure relief chamber, a man blocked his way.

The man was one head shorter than Mo Laowu, so he could only look up at him and said.

"So, you're the... Ocean Hunter that Martin mentioned?"

"That's right, Hunter Association One-Star Ocean Hunter, Mo Laowu."

"The oil driller, Quinnier."

Mo Laowu stretched out his right hand, and the two shook hands to protect each other and introduced themselves. Quinier took him to the pressure-resistant steel cabin, and the special forces had already begun to prepare.

"What did you come down for? Or, what do ocean hunters do?"

Quinnier took out a suitcase from a box and threw it to Mo Laowu.

"Anything that is something and something in the ocean, I will pay attention to it."

"And, you need me."

Mo Laowu took the wetsuit handed over by Quinnier, took off his upper body shirt on the spot, revealing his strong muscles.

Full chest muscles, neat eight-pack abs, thick arms, and wide and thick back muscles.

"This guy...is simply a Terminator."

The special forces soldiers who were replacing their equipment looked at Mo Laowu, especially his muscles, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Okay, don't stare at other people's muscles like a little girl." Lieutenant Kofien moved a large silver box between everyone.

"We have limited time and we have to complete the task before the storm comes."

"Otherwise, once we leave the Dinglanger, we will fight against the storm alone."

Speaking of this, Lieutenant Kofien looked up and glanced around, and for a moment Mo Laowu said.

"At that time, none of us, the men, may survive."

After saying that, Lieutenant Kofien took out a chart from his arms, slapped it on the box with a "bang", then took out a red water pen to mark it on it, and drew an arc.

"We are here now, at the edge of the Coman Trench."

"And that "Sea Dragon" class nuclear submarine is here, underwater more than 200 meters away, but this is just a speculation."

"Maybe it has surpassed it now and sinks deeper."

"The most likely thing is..." Lieutenant Kofien took the chart in his hand away, changed it to another chart, drew a circle on it, and drew a straight line. "They slid down the sea wall and stopped on the seabed."

"So, we have to go down the rock wall and get here."

Lieutenant Kofien finally drew a fork on the chart, got up and opened a box behind him, took out a bunch of small devices from it and handed it to everyone.

When he handed it to Mo Laowu, he explained in particular.

"This device can be used to detect the amount of radiation around you and prevent you from being exposed to radiation without knowing it."

"Don't worry, I won't have any problems."

Mo Laowu confidently said that he took the device that was less than the size of a palm and put it on his arm.

"I hope so." Lieutenant Kofien nodded, then clapped his palms, "Okay, everyone is ready, go into the water in ten minutes."

Immediately, everyone except Mo Laowu became busy.

After Mo Laowu put on his diving suit, he carried his big pipe and wandered around.

"What's this?"

Mo Laowu saw a special forces soldier release a lot of water from a strange box, and the other party put the water in a small rectangular transparent box.

“This is the latest equipment designed for deep-sea diving.”

The special forces glanced at him, took out the small box, tightened the water outlet, and closed the strange box.

"How deep can you dive?"

"confidential."

"Don't be so indifferent, brother." Mo Laowu put his big hand on the shoulders of the special forces, looking like the two of them were very familiar with each other.

"Anyway, you can breathe with this liquid in the deep sea and will not let you be flattened by water." The special forces soldier slapped his hand away and said.

"You mean, you want to put this kind of thing into your lungs for breathing?"

Mo Laowu asked with a pipe in one hand and a hip with one hand on his hip.

"This is an oxidized carbon fluoride emulsion. Do you want to see it?"

The special forces soldier asked casually, opened a large silver-white box in front of him, took out a small cage from it, containing a little white mouse.

"What do you want to do?" Mo Laowu asked with a frown.
To be continued...