"Hey, isn't the United States very strict against pedophilia? How did a lolita like you become the first mate of a submarine?"

I spoke directly to the first mate in Chinese, and the smart wristband translated my words into English after a slight delay.

Of course, the tone is weird, but compared with the synthesized speech of physicist Hawking, it is still a little stronger. After all, the speech synthesis system used by Hawking is an old device from ten years ago, because the machine tone has become his

The logo is still used today.

The lolicon first officer was obviously startled when he heard the synthesized voice, but he seemed to have been exposed to many strange things in recent days, and he quickly understood that I was using a simultaneous interpretation system.

So with the help of the smart wristband, the two of us were able to communicate directly without the help of a translator. Although any translation software is not perfect, at least we can understand the other party's meaning to the same degree.

"It's such a pity that Miss Emily will no longer sing and act! My daughter is a die-hard fan of his! My biggest entertainment during my vacation is to watch "Legend of the Magic Cauldron" starring Miss Emily with my daughter! My daughter and I will still watch

Let’s watch the cartoon My Little Pony together!”

Damn it, are you using your daughter as a shield to prove that you are not a lolicon? Just because you like "My Little Pony", you are inseparable from being a lolicon! Director Cao is the "Hermès" who also likes "My Little Pony"

One member!

I gave the first mate some perfunctory words, and in order to win his cooperation, I told him that I might ask for his signature after the incident was over, but there was no guarantee that there would be a lip print on the signature.

The first mate bargained with me and said that if there were no lip prints, he would like to get two signatures, one for each of him and his daughter. I said that as long as the incident could be resolved satisfactorily, everything would be easy.

After getting my promise, the first mate suddenly became very motivated. He took the initiative to invite me to visit the command room and meet the submarine captain by the way.

After passing through the narrow corridor, I followed the first officer to the more crowded command room. The sonar system flashed green light and made a beeping sound. The lookout was on standby near the periscope, and the communications officer was reporting things to his superiors.

The engineer who passed me had a gloomy look on his face, and his right thumb was wrapped in a thick bandage.

The captain is in his fifties and is a very rigid American military officer with an old-school style. It is said that he does not fully agree with escorting me to Guantánamo Prison, but obeying orders is the bounden duty of a soldier, and he can only suppress his dissatisfaction.

In my heart.

Seeing the first mate happily taking me to the command room, the captain's weathered forehead was suddenly filled with wrinkles.

"Sam, what do you mean by bringing this Chinese boy here? Don't forget that his mother is classified as a terrorist with a threat level of ten. I don't think he is worthy of trust."

The captain bullied me for not knowing English. He didn't know that after wearing the smart wristband, I could "see" and understand the conversation between him and the first mate, just like watching an English movie with subtitles.

I clasped my hands in front of my chest with disdain, "Who cares about gaining the trust of you Americans? If it weren't for the fact that your U.S. government had ulterior motives and wanted to make some under-the-table deals with Ai Shuqiao, then there would never have been anything like this.

A series of troubles!"

When my response was translated into English and played in a synthesized voice, except for First Officer Sam, all the soldiers in the command room - including those who had great opinions on me - were all dumbfounded and didn't understand why I could suddenly listen.

He understands English and uses a synthesized voice similar to Hawking's to talk to them.

After the first mate explained my smart wristband, the captain's weather-beaten face regained his composure after a brief surprise, and he said to me seriously:

"You Chinese are the most annoying to me. You are only a little better than the Russians! We are about to enter Guantanamo Bay. You go back to your cabin and stop wandering around and stealing our military intelligence!"

"Hmph, you hate Russians and you still drive a Kilo-class submarine stolen from the Russians?"

The air in the command room was filthy due to the large number of people. I complained and turned around to leave. The first mate was thinking about Amy's signature and followed me in a low voice, apologizing for the captain's rudeness.

From a certain point of view, this lolita control soldier is definitely an insult to the national dignity.

I remember it was mentioned in the discovery video I watched before that Guantanamo Bay is horseshoe-shaped and divided into two parts: the inner harbor and the outer harbor. The entrance is only 3 kilometers wide, which is of great strategic value.

"Drain!" "Float!"

The two sentences in English that came from behind were instantly translated into subtitles, and I knew that the submarine was about to enter the harbor.

In order to avoid being tracked by the Black Holy Infant, the submarine deliberately turned off its external communication equipment. When responding to port tower inspections, "communication basically relies on shouting." However, in order to save time, the first mate found a special flashlight for the U.S. Navy, with his upper body exposed.

Outside the submarine, when the distance between the two parties did not allow shouting to communicate, they used the flashlight switch to type Morse code to the sentry in advance.

"Stop telling that big-butt joke!" When the submarine passed by the watch tower, the soldier guarding the tower shouted back to Sam dumbfounded. It seemed that this joke was very popular among the navy, and the other party had already heard it.

Coming out of the cocoon.

The temperature in Cuba is much hotter than that in Dongshan City. Not only is the temperature in Guantanamo Bay relatively high, but the humidity often reaches 90%. Dr. Yu reminded me not to wear too thick clothes, so I only put on a single layer over a tight black vest.

Wearing a pair of breathable trousers and lightweight sneakers.

Dr. Yu and First Officer Sam will follow me into the Guantánamo prison, while Zhuang Ni stays in the submarine because she feels unwell—probably because she was pinched by me—and is on standby at the port with the other crew members.

Guantanamo Bay is where the United States detained foreign terrorist suspects after the "9.11" terrorist attacks. It is euphemistically called a "detention camp", as if the prisoners here are only temporarily detained. In fact, the prisoners neither enjoy prisoner of war treatment nor are they allowed to hire lawyers.

As long as the U.S. government cannot be satisfied, they may be detained until death.

Stepping onto land from the oppressive interior of the submarine, my field of vision suddenly opened up. Under the blue sky, a low barracks surrounded by barbed wire stood on the sand. I could see an equipment every 50 meters or so.

Machine gunner's watchtower.

The loaded American soldiers stared at us warily. Not far behind them, I saw prisoners wearing white shirts playing volleyball on the sand surrounded by barbed wire, but they were using a football.

I saw that the prisoners were having a lot of fun, and I couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't it said outside that Guantánamo is a hell on earth? What's going on with these prisoners? Is this a deliberate face-saving project for visitors like me?"

"These people's risk level is not high, or they have a good attitude to plead guilty." Chief Officer Sam explained to me, "Guantanamo prison is composed of 5 areas in total, and visitors can only go to areas 1, 4, 5, 2

, Area 3 and the punishment cell are prohibited from visiting..."

Although Ai Shuqiao's risk level was presumed to be level 10, she was transferred to a single cell in the fifth area because of her excellent confession attitude. Although her guards still maintained the highest level of security and the cell space was relatively small.

, but at least you don’t have to be crowded with other prisoners and you can maintain your basic dignity.

The deeper you go, the more barbed wires of all kinds, high and low. The U.S. troops on watchtowers and patrolling inside and outside the camp are heavily guarded, with three-dimensional vigilance, not letting go of any suspicious movement. The expressions of the soldiers become more and more serious.

, many people use military tape to cover the names on their uniforms, because some detainees once threatened to retaliate and kill the other party's family after seeing the last name on the U.S. military uniform.

After passing through two iron gates equipped with electromagnetic induction safety devices, we entered the fifth area where Ai Shuqiao was imprisoned. Since the smart wristband did not have the function of network communication with the outside world, I was allowed to take it in after being inspected.

In my opinion, the detention barracks in Area 5 are not much more spacious than the submarine. The floor in the corridor is paved with khaki marble, and a maximum of 3 people are allowed to walk side by side. The single cells are very close to each other and the cell doors are painted.

The thick vermilion iron door has an observation opening at the upper part and a food delivery opening in the middle. The iron door is closed with heavy steel bars.

After taking me outside the door of cell 113, First Officer Sam stopped. I noticed that this was the only cell guarded by two extra soldiers.

"You have 15 minutes to meet," Dr. Yu said to me. "If it exceeds 15 minutes, you will have to apply separately to General Mueller, the head of the detention camp, and your conversation will be videotaped... Do you understand?"

I nodded. It seemed that once imprisoned in Guantánamo, no one wanted to keep anything.

Dr. Yu and First Officer Sam were taken away by the soldiers, and the cell door was just opened. I stepped into the cell with a little hesitation, and then I saw Ai Shuqiao, who was wearing a white shirt like the other prisoners.

Ai Shuqiao was sitting behind a wooden square table. Opposite her there was a wooden chair prepared for me. It is estimated that many people had sat on this chair to interrogate her before.

There was almost nothing in the cell except for a stowable camp bed. Such a simple environment was a perfect irony for the big capitalist Ai Shuqiao. I wonder if she regretted what she had done at this time.

"You're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Ai Shuqiao, who looked paler than usual, clasped her hands on the table and said to me in a tired tone.

Her curly hair is still shiny, but her lips are slightly chapped due to lack of moisture, and even the two pearl earrings on her earlobes no longer shine as before.

I didn't answer and sat down opposite her in silence, while the heavy cell door was closed from the outside.

There was a camera in the upper right corner of the cell pointed in our direction, reminding us that our conversation was being monitored by the US military.

Ai Shuqiao's eyes lost their former royal power, and she said to me in an unprecedented sad tone:
Chapter completed!