50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 363 The Kennedy
Sun Zhiwei knew that these American soldiers were treated like royalty here.

They are used to being free, and when they have nothing to do, it is common for them to grab pedestrians on the street and beat them up.

To avoid trouble, he tried to avoid black and white people in military uniforms.

However, some people just want to court death. Just as he was passing by the main gate of the base, four soldiers came out of the alley next to him.

They were supporting each other, walking unsteadily, reeking of alcohol, clearly drunk, and were on their way back to the base.

The two soldiers on duty at the base gate laughed heartily when they saw their pathetic state, which fueled the anger of the drunken soldiers.

Just then, Sun Zhiwei walked up to them and saw the drunkards trying to avoid them.

But it was too late. One of the soldiers reached out and grabbed his clothes, cursing as he slapped him across the face.

Sun Zhiwei was no pushover; he wouldn't tolerate these drunkards. He raised his hand to lightly block, then slapped them back across the face.

With a 'pfft', a mouthful of blood mixed with a few yellow teeth spurted from the soldier's mouth, and he fell to one side.

The soldiers standing nearby were supporting each other, but as he fell, they all stumbled and fell to the ground.

The scene was witnessed by the guards at the base entrance. Before the drunkards could react, the base guards roared and charged over with their guns drawn.

Sun Zhiwei had no intention of confronting them directly. When he saw them rushing towards him with guns, he turned around and went into the alley from which the drunkards had come.

Once out of the sight of the M country soldiers, he immediately sped up and disappeared into the alley in a second.

Sun Zhiwei walked through the alley, ignoring the US soldiers at the base entrance.

These alleys are filled with pubs, restaurants, and clubs, and geishas occasionally wave to the soldiers below from their upstairs windows.

Sun Zhiwei opened the space and scanned the soldiers inside these buildings, finally finding his target in a geisha house.

It was a soldier dressed in maintenance work clothes, who was now completely drunk and had been left on a tatami mat in a geisha house, where he was fast asleep.

Sun Zhiwei went around to the outer wall of the geisha house's backyard, then flipped over and entered the backyard, arriving at the maintenance soldier's room.

He endured the disgust, stripped off his clothes, took his ID, changed into all of them, then used makeup to paint himself a dark, heavy makeup look, and finally put on a hat.

It worked. What he saw in the mirror in the room was a dark-skinned repairman.

After he finished preparing, he locked the door from the inside and then climbed out of the window and left the room.

Before leaving, he grabbed a bottle of sake from the geisha bar and poured some onto the collar and cuffs of his work clothes.

A few minutes later, a drunken black soldier approached the base gate, carrying a bottle of liquor and drinking as he went.

The gate was still noisy, and Sun Zhiwei, relying on his strength, squeezed through the crowd.

Then you see several soldiers lying on the ground in the crowd, one of them with a face full of blood, still talking nonsense.

Seeing that even the gatekeepers were distracted, Sun Zhiwei went straight into the unguarded gate.

At this moment, an aircraft carrier is entering the port at sea outside the base. Its destination is Dock 6, where it will undergo its annual routine maintenance.

Sun Zhiwei's destination was also there. After entering the base, he did not stop and went straight to the No. 6 dock by the sea.

He encountered other soldiers along the way, but no one seemed curious about him; they simply walked past.

The base here hasn't had any problems for years, so it's perfectly normal for them to be a little lax. When he arrived at Dock 6, he saw a huge aircraft carrier entering the harbor; judging by the hull number, it was CV-67.

This should be a Kitty Hawk-class conventional-powered aircraft carrier. As the ship gradually approached, he also saw "USS John F. Kennedy" printed on the other side of the ship's side.

This is the USS Kennedy, which entered service ten years ago. It looks quite old, and the area around the waterline is covered with a large number of barnacles, which urgently need to be cleaned.

Cleaning and maintaining an aircraft carrier is no simple task; the first step is to reduce its weight.

This includes unloading all carrier-based aircraft and ammunition, draining the heavy fuel from the fuel tanks, and finally draining the water from the dry dock to expose the hull underwater.

When Sun Zhiwei saw the aircraft carrier entering the port, he naturally moved closer to see if there was any opportunity.

In less than half an hour, the aircraft carrier had come to a stop, the gangway began to be lowered, and large groups of shipboard personnel began to disembark.

They were all very excited. Yes, an aircraft carrier's voyage usually lasts for at least several months, and these soldiers were really eager to get out of the water.

It seems the hostesses at the red-light district near the entrance are going to have a booming business tonight, with thousands of hormone-fueled American soldiers at their disposal.

After most of the aircraft carrier crew left, two large cranes in the dock began to lift the aircraft from the deck onto the shore.

Hundreds of repairmen were busy all around, and Sun Zhiwei, disguised as a repairman, was also helping to unload the goods.

The base has tens of thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of maintenance workers. Although the maintenance workers in Sun Zhiwei's group did not know him, they started to complain to him as if they were getting to know each other better.

"Shit, why did you call us here in the middle of the night to unload the goods? Couldn't you have waited until tomorrow during the day?"

An older repairman who knew a bit about the situation said, "It seems like the higher-ups are pressing for it."

"Then why do we need to remove the missiles? That's so dangerous."

"It's probably going to be a major overhaul inside the cabin."

"Never mind, speed up. Stack them up to the side for now, and transport them all together after all the missiles have been unloaded."

Sun Zhiwei followed them as they unloaded the missiles from the deck. These missiles were over 4 meters long and as thick as a person's waist.

The missile is marked with the letters RGM-84, which is the commonly used ship-launched Harpoon anti-ship missile.

The workers stacked the missiles in groups of ten into a pyramid shape and placed them next to the gantry crane on the shore.

While helping out, Sun Zhiwei listened to the other workers' chatter, trying to gather more information.

Just then, an older worker noticed that a missile being lifted by the crane overhead was tilted and was about to remind the crane operator over the radio.

Suddenly, the harpoon fell straight down from the sky.

Sun Zhiwei's space was always open, so he noticed the situation immediately.

He immediately shouted a warning to everyone, "Run!" as he dropped his tools and ran away.

Some of the other workers who reacted quickly followed suit, while those who didn't react stood there dumbfounded.

In less than three seconds, the harpoon on the crane crashed onto the concrete ground on the shore. It's unclear what it hit, but the missile's safety mechanism was activated.

Flames began to shoot from the bottom of the missile, and the two workers directly in front of it were instantly engulfed in flames.

(End of this chapter)