Chapter 796: Aircraft Carrier Killer

Several people hid in the utility room during the day to sleep with their heads covered, only daring to come out for air and activity at night.

At first, everyone was timid and only wandered around the cargo hold.

After going out a few times, their courage slowly grew.

Later, under the leadership of He Yuzhu, they actually dared to sneak into the crew's canteen to steal food, specifically picking out the vegetables and fruits that were well-stocked.

Once the items were stolen back, several grown men would sit huddled in the darkness to share them, finding a bit of pleasure in the midst of their hardship.

What they didn't know was that most of those vegetables and fruits were things He Yuzhu had brought out from his space.

The most dangerous time was when He Yuzhu ran face-to-face into a sailor.

Fortunately, the man was dazed and actually called He Yuzhu "Dabiao"—it seemed there was someone among the crew with a build and appearance similar to He Yuzhu.

Three days later, the large ship sailed to the Hormuz Strait.

He Yuzhu called the few of them over and said, "I'm getting off the ship tonight. You all, take good care of yourselves. When I'm not here, don't go stealing food anymore; the things I left for you are enough to eat."

Gao Dayong grabbed his hand, his eyes turning slightly red: "He Dazhu, come back with us. You're staying in this hellhole alone and fighting for others; you're pulling chestnuts from the fire!"

Lao Qiao also advised: "He Dazhu, it's not worth it to sell your life for another country. Even if you die, no one will remember you."

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "I don't need an epitaph. I just want to earn more money so my family can have an easier life. Don't worry, I won't die. When I return to the country, I'll come find you."

Liu Xiaoqiang didn't try to persuade him.

He took a crumpled little note out of his pocket and stuffed it into He Yuzhu's hand: "This is my home address. Come find me after you get back, and I'll take you out to sea to fish."

He Yuzhu looked down at the note: "You're from the South Province? Don't people from your side all go abroad to work in catering? How did you end up in Babylon doing construction?"

"My family has no money, and besides, I don't like working in kitchens, so I didn't go," Liu Xiaoqiang said.

He Yuzhu laughed: "You brat, you have no sense of propriety. But you never hide what's on your mind, which makes it hard to dislike you. Fine, if I can make it back alive, I'll definitely look you up."

"Then I wish you good luck!" Liu Xiaoqiang said.

"Then see you later!" He Yuzhu waved at the group and turned to walk out of the cabin door.

Liu Xiaoqiang followed him all the way to the ship's rail, then suddenly grabbed his arm and asked in a low voice, "Dazhu, tell me the truth, are you a spy?"

He Yuzhu was truly speechless; this kid was insistent on pinning the label of a spy on him. "I used to think you had a decent brain, but now I see you're an idiot too. If I were a spy, would I still be working with you guys?"

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Liu Xiaoqiang said, a strange light flashing in his eyes. "You can develop me in the future; I've liked being an agent since I was a kid."

He Yuzhu kicked out at him: "Stop your damn nonsense! I've been an ordinary person from start to finish, don't overthink it."

Liu Xiaoqiang dodged the kick, not angry at all, but instead snorted: "You won't even leave us your address, and you still say you're not a spy?"

He Yuzhu sighed, looking at this kid who was clever in all the wrong ways: "You're the sharpest of the bunch, but this cleverness needs to be used in the right place. If I weren't over fifty and had a calm mindset, I would have kicked you into the sea already. After returning to the country, talk less about our affairs, or you'll invite a fatal disaster."

Liu Xiaoqiang said with a grin: "He Dazhu, you are an agent. But don't worry, I've indirectly killed people too, I won't talk."

He Yuzhu didn't bother with him anymore and leaped into the sea.

"Ah!" Liu Xiaoqiang hadn't expected He Yuzhu to jump straight into the sea; he lay against the rail, his eyes fixed tightly on the dark surface of the water.

But all he could see was a pitch-black expanse.

"He Dazhu, you're not human!" Liu Xiaoqiang whispered.

He Yuzhu soaked in the warm seawater, not moving a muscle.

He knew that kid Liu Xiaoqiang must be staring intently at the sea surface.

He simply kept only his head exposed, letting the waves push him along as he drifted forward.

Liu Xiaoqiang rubbed his nose, his heart pounding: "This guy wouldn't be so short-sighted, would he? That can't be! But he jumped into the sea, isn't he afraid of sharks?"

Not until the large ship had sailed far away and the lights had gradually become a small dot on the horizon did He Yuzhu release that old-fashioned, mid-20th-century American-made military patrol boat from his space.

The hull was old, but the diesel power system was as good as new; once he pulled the engine, it roared to life.

He turned off all navigation lights and, under the cover of night, quietly turned back toward the direction of the Arab River.

In less than a day, the patrol boat sailed into the Persian Gulf, and the sea surface suddenly opened up.

He Yuzhu didn't dare sail close to the shore, keeping himself near the main shipping lane and maintaining a steady speed to the south.

At this time, the situation in the Bay was stretched to the breaking point, but the M Country warships still didn't dare to rashly penetrate deep into the Persian Gulf.

Most of the traffic in the Bay consisted of cargo ships from various countries, coastal fishing boats, and sporadic small patrol boats from Babylon.

His old-fashioned patrol boat blended in among them, and no one stopped him.

It was late at night when He Yuzhu arrived at the Hormuz Strait.

He hugged the coastline on the Iran side as he passed through, taking five hours to finally sail successfully out of the eastern mouth of the strait.

Once out of the strait, the vast waters of the Oman Gulf spread out before his eyes.

This was the very area where the USS Independence Carrier Strike Group was stationed.

The aircraft carrier was like a massive monster, watching every move in the Persian Gulf with a predatory gaze.

He Yuzhu piloted the patrol boat on the sea for a day, finally figuring out the terrain of this port and where he should strike.

At dusk, he found a deserted beach to land.

This place was not far from the carrier strike group, only blocked from view by some dock buildings.

He Yuzhu entered his space to apply a disguise, put on a set of Arab clothing, and began to move around the area.

Stationed in this sea area was the "Independence" conventionally powered aircraft carrier; besides the carrier, there were ten other warships. If he wasn't mistaken, there was likely a nuclear submarine as well.

He Yuzhu knew that the defenses of this carrier strike group were not simple, being more than a layer stronger than before: the outermost perimeter was the sonar detection of the nuclear submarine, specifically watching for torpedoes and small underwater vehicles; inside, there were the sonar systems of the warships themselves, scanning without a moment's pause.

If he operated from underwater, getting under the carrier would be no problem—but once he took bombs or High Explosive out of his space, it would nine times out of ten trigger a sonar response.

Therefore, He Yuzhu did not intend to sneak over from underwater this time.

He was going to walk right up to it in broad daylight.

He wandered outside the dock for two hours.

He discovered an officer standing behind a Humvee making a phone call, chatting quite sweetly.

That man had a build similar to his, and his facial features were also somewhat alike.

He Yuzhu went up and knocked him unconscious with a single palm strike. He immediately stowed the person into his space, then began to apply makeup to match this person's appearance.

His makeup technique now was vastly different from before; he could create masks almost indistinguishable from a real person—in legendary novels, this would be the so-called "Human Skin Mask." Once stuck onto the face, it was impossible to tell without getting up close.

He Yuzhu meticulously refined his appearance to match that man's, put on his clothes, and briefly flipped through his identification documents: the name was John.

He swaggered onto the aircraft carrier.

At this time, the strength of the M Country military and the Babylon military was worlds apart.

When the M Military soldiers arrived in the Bay region, they didn't feel like they were fighting a war at all; it was purely like coming to bully children.

On the surface, everyone looked quite serious and followed all the rules, but deep down, they had long since become incredibly lax.

Most people in the cabins were either smoking and drinking or playing cards and gambling.

He Yuzhu blended in without attracting anyone's attention at all.

He was intimately familiar with the layout of this kind of aircraft carrier, and after a few turns, he found the location of the ammunition depot. Using the functions of his space, he opened the door directly.

After walking in, he stacked three tons of High Explosive, gathered the main bombs in the ammunition depot into one pile, set a thirty-minute timer, and then hurriedly left the ship.

On the way, he ran into several people, and someone greeted him: "John, going to find that little lover of yours so late?"

He Yuzhu nodded with a smile and casually pulled a pack of Camel cigarettes from his pocket and tossed it over.

The man caught the cigarettes, looked at his retreating back, and cursed with a laugh: "Damn it, what a lecher."

Not long after He Yuzhu left the aircraft carrier, a heaven-destroying and earth-shattering roar came from behind him—

"Boom!"

The ammunition magazine at the bottom of the aircraft carrier's hull exploded violently.

The entire giant ship shook intensely, the deck buckled upward, the ammunition inside detonated in a chain reaction, thick steel plates were cracked and deformed, and raging fire and black smoke shot into the sky from the cracks in the deck.

A massive hole was blown into the underwater hull, seawater poured in frantically, and the bottom cabins were instantly flooded.

The M Military soldiers on the deck were knocked over by the shockwave—some were shaken into the sea, some had their bodies pierced by flying debris, and those close by were blown straight into the sky...

Screams and wails were everywhere.

The sailors who hadn't died jumped desperately into the sea.

The fire burned more and more fiercely, and the ship's hull snapped in two. In the blink of an eye, the entire aircraft carrier turned into a fiery purgatory.