Undersea salvage projects are mostly specially used to salvage wrecks.

Since the Age of Discovery, countless shipwrecks have sunk in the ocean. Even in modern times, shipwrecks are not uncommon. Salvage companies are good at salvage shipwrecks rather than aircraft. However, there is not much difference between aircraft and ships, and sometimes aircraft are even better than shipwrecks.

"The length of Maifeif485 is 64.1 meters. According to the three-dimensional acoustic scanning conducted by sonar, it was determined that the aircraft was broken into two pieces, one about 47 meters and the other about 17 meters. If we only say that it is to salvage the wreckage of a 47-meter-long aircraft from a depth of 33 meters underwater, it is not very difficult, it only takes time and money." Lawrence carefully analyzed the status quo, "but the problem is that under this bay, there is a not-so-small reef area."

Lawrence pointed to the black and white image scanned by the sonar, and his face looked very serious.

Everyone also looked at the sound image carefully.

Aircraft and ships sank into the sea, not just parked directly on the bottom surface, visible to the naked eye. Many times, they pass through thick layers of mud and sand, sink little by little, and eventually are wrapped in mud and sand, and live in endless darkness.

Rogue 318 is no exception. It lies quietly in the mud and sand on the seabed, surrounded by soft sand. But on it, it seems like a cliff rock grows across it, and suddenly blocks a large reef above Rogue 318.

According to common sense, if Rogue 318 sinks directly above, it should fall on this reef, not in the mud and sand layer under the reef. But it passes through this reef that blocks the mud and sand and drills into the sand.

Old Joseph: "The current movement is really amazing. Even if humans manually want to stuff this huge plane under the reef, it may be difficult to do it."

Yes, it is difficult for humans to do this, but nature has done it.

Lawrence sighed and looked at Zhuo Huan with a serious look: "So reid, what should I do. I have transported all the world's most advanced salvage equipment here, but I can't guarantee that they will work."

Zhuo Huan looked quietly at the blurry and complex image on the computer screen. After a while, he turned to Lina and said, "Help me contact Robert Gatsby, Stephen Kskin, Joanna Douglas..." After a series of talks about more than a dozen English names and one Chinese name, he paused and added: "There is also Zinna Diyi."

The news that Rogge 318 saw the light of day has just been reported by the news media, spreading all over the world, attracting widespread attention from people around the world. In just three days later, at the press conference of uaag, they were told about a cruel news-

The salvage of Roger 318 is extremely difficult, and it may take three months, half a year, or even longer to salvage it completely from the seabed.

The world-renowned shipwreck salvage experts and many physicists have been invited to participate in the salvage program of Roger 318.

Currently, common shipwreck salvage methods are mainly float method, floating crane method and chain salvage method. Among them, chain salvage is suitable for shipwrecks with large tonnage, short length and not very deep water depth, and can be used to salvage Roger 318. But the problem is that Roger 318 is blocked by a reef. If the chain salvage method is used simply, it is very likely to damage the aircraft structure.

In response, Zhuo Huan made a unified decision: "Use the float method."

To completely remove Roger 318, you must use the float method. The method doesn't sound difficult. It is to make a huge box on the bottom of the sea, and pack the wreckage of the plane, the mud and sand around it, and the reefs intact into the box. Then, use nearly a hundred hook locks to directly salvage the box, and pull the plane up together with the mud and sand around it and stones.

But the problem is, it is under 33 meters.

Any accident can happen.

When everyone was busy and searching for various information to salvage Roger 318, Su Fei found Zhuo Huan. The punk boy looked solemnly and said, "Snap the black box first."

After this, Zhuo Huan looked up at him.

After a while, Zhuo Huan hummed softly: "Hmm?"

Su Fei said seriously: "In 2009, Air France Flight 447 crashed in the Atlantic Ocean. It was not until 2011 that the French Civil Aviation Safety Administration found its wreckage on the seabed 3,000 meters deep underwater. It was impossible for the aircraft to be caught 3,000 meters underwater, but they finally found two black boxes. The most important thing in the air crash investigation was the black box. Take it up first."

Zhuo Huan didn't say anything.

After a few seconds, the punk boy complained, "Hey, I'm serious about you, rip, give me a reaction."

Zhuo Huan looked at him calmly: "Do you know why Fucheng is not here?"

Su Fei was stunned: "What?"

Zhuo Huan: "You haven't seen him for a few days."

After reminding this, Su Fei remembered: "Yes, I don't seem to have seen Brother Fu in four or five days. What did he do?"

Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at him, his eyes drooped, looking at his fingertips. He gently turned the pen and said lightly: "He is going to take you a black box."

Su Fei: "..."

Damn?!

Su Fei never expected that as a former Air Force pilot, Fucheng would go into the sea to catch a black box!

However, let alone him, Fucheng didn't know before this time that he still had such skills.

Zhuo Huan thought of what Su Fei thought of from the beginning.

33 meters, this is an extremely kind depth.

Human divers can directly arrive at this location and explore the plane itself. However, because Rogue 318 is surrounded by mud and sand, the exploration work is not going well.

Unlike Air France 447, which is buried under the sea three thousand meters below, where humans cannot reach, they can only be salvaged out with machinery. The water depth of Rogue 318 is only 33 meters, and divers can directly remove the black box from the plane and even carry it back.

There is no need to let Fucheng receive training and dive in this way.

But Fucheng took the initiative to make this request.

First, he was an air force pilot, and his physical fitness even surpassed many divers. He could dive and only needed to receive a certain amount of diving training. Second, he knew this plane better than all divers. He definitely had less knowledge of Mai Fei F485 than Zhuo Huan, but he must be more profound than Old Joseph, Su Fei and others.

Over the past five years, he has consulted Mai Fei f485's information countless times. He has read every basic data, its performance specifications, and all the information that can be found in his heart.

So a week ago, Fucheng told Zhuo Huan: "If you encounter any accidents when salvaging the plane and destroy the wreckage, it is possible to destroy the evidence of investigation."

Zhuo Huan: "Let the diver take the camera to take pictures underwater."

Fucheng: "That's the seabed, there is no light, it's difficult to take pictures, and it must be very slow."

Zhuo Huan looked at him calmly and raised his eyebrows slowly: "so?"

Fucheng looked back firmly: "I'll go down. I'll bring out the black box. This is just the simplest thing. The real thing is that I'll see if there is any problem with this plane. I'll be your eyes. Except for you, no one here knows better about this plane than me. I know the most about what's wrong with it."

So Fucheng began to receive diving training. What he had to do was not only bring back the black box, but also to see the plane sinking under the sea with his own eyes.

On December 3, 2021, the cold wind was biting, and the winter in Unarasca came suddenly. It dropped by five degrees overnight. A snow fell by the sea, and a speedboat set sail from the dock. Half an hour later, it arrived at the salvage site of Rogue 318.

The boat stopped in the middle of the sea and fluctuated up and down as the waves fluctuated.

On the deck, Fucheng was wearing a diving suit, carrying a gas pipe, emergency gas cylinder, and waist lead. After checking all the equipment, he looked at each other with the divers beside him.

In the bright sunlight, four divers in diving suits and full sets of divers wore light helmets and masks. They used their legs and kicked hard on the side of the boat, drawing a narrow arc in the air. Amid the rumbling mechanical shock, four figures jumped into the sea and sneaked down little by little.

This time the diving mission was conducted by Mr. Nikola of the salvage company. He was once an extremely outstanding diver with many years of diving and salvage experience.

The moment I jumped into the sea, the noisy sounds around me suddenly disappeared.

Hum.

The world is quiet.

Fucheng was stunned for a moment, and soon Mr. Nicholas's voice came from his communication phone. He calmed down and sneaked down with the other three divers.

The depth of 33 meters is insignificant for these divers. Soon, perhaps only a few minutes, or more than ten minutes, they crossed the reef area and came to the sand layer.

In the darkness, the lights on the helmets were on, illuminating each other's faces.

The four of them took out their professional tools and started diving.

Break open the soft mud and sand layer, keep going down and then down.

In the dark deep sea, Fucheng heard someone exhaling in the air pipe as if he was whispering. It was his breathing, and in a slender tube was all his voice. There was no other sound, and Mr. Nicholas did not speak on the phone.

Wherever the lights on the head are illuminated, they are on.

They were like deep sea squids, parading silently in the suffocating darkness, listening to their slow and powerful heartbeat.

Fucheng's heart gradually calmed down. He hadn't seen Rog 318 yet, but according to the downward distance, they were almost here.

His eyes searched around the darkness, his heartbeat seemed to speed up, his breathing gradually became rapid, and his spine was tightened.

"Hey, I found it, come here."

A diver's shout came from the phone, and Fucheng suddenly turned around and looked at the person who was talking. It was a brown-haired American guy. He confirmed that he had found the wreckage of the plane, so he turned on the light he carried with him, turned on and shone it beside him.

"Look at it!"

The heart has already jumped to the fastest, and the body seems to be grabbed by someone and his breathing is about to stop.

Fucheng looked up at the place illuminated by the lights.

In the dark deep sea, there was a huge and graceful giant building floating silently between the mud and sand. It was like a tall castle, strong and powerful, and the lighting only illuminated one corner of it. At the edge of the light, it was its huge body hidden in the sea.

A name sounded in everyone's heart.

Roger 318.

...

The moment I saw it, Fucheng suddenly calmed down.

There was no intense grief as I imagined, nor the sadness that I thought would be. He was so calm that he even exceeded his own imagination. He looked at the plane deeply, then lowered his head and opened the communication phone, saying word by word: "Confirm it is Roger 318, and start looking for the black box, over."

***

Maifei f485 is one of the largest wide-body civil aviation passenger aircraft in the world. If you want to find its black box on land, it is not difficult. Fucheng can remove its black box in ten minutes. But this is at the bottom of the sea.

After searching for four days in a row, on the fifth day, Fucheng finally brought it back from under the sea.

Finally, the first phase of the mission was completed. The divers lay on the deck, cheering and whistling. Fucheng was also lying on the cold deck. He could not hide his joy. He stood up and walked towards the orange-red black box until he had almost rested.

At this moment, Fucheng didn't know that a familiar old friend came to the temporary salvage headquarters in Unaraska.

Zhuo Huan was having a video conference with Professor Robert, Zinnadiyi and others, and lina knocked on his door.

Zhuo Huan frowned impatiently: "Is there anything wrong?"

lina smiled helplessly and said, "Maybe you should come out in person, reid."

Zhuo Huan: "Ha?"

lina shrugged and was about to speak again when a cold and solemn hum sounded from behind her.

Zhuo Huan's face was sank.

The old man with white hair walked out from behind lina. He pushed open the door of the conference room and did not come in. Instead, he stood at the door and looked at his students from afar.

Thor Reiner: "Reid, Roger 318."

Zhuo Huan looked at him steadily. After a few seconds, he leaned back on the back of the chair and smiled: "It's in the sea."
Chapter completed!