50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 486 I Am a Soldier Too

All Sun Zhiwei could report was the news that a series of accidents at the Rotterdam dry dock company had led to the bankruptcy of the RSV Group.

And his unexpected find: complete blueprints for two types of conventional submarines and one type of light cruiser.

RSV Group's bankruptcy won't happen anytime soon. Although the outcome is already decided, they are still Amsterdam's largest military shipbuilding company, so they might put up a fight.

Sun Zhiwei only needs to wait for the newspaper report to be published, and then he can complete this task by using the clippings to make a report.

Whether this arms sale can be completed in the end is unclear. After all, Amsterdam is not the only shipyard there, and if the data is complete, shipbuilding can continue.

At the very least, it has delayed the transaction. All six of Rotterdam Drydocks' docks have been destroyed, and repairs will take a long time and a lot of money. It remains to be seen whether the Amsterdam council will provide the funds.

The urgent task now is to transport back more than ten tons of paper blueprints. These blueprints are crucial for the manufacture of domestic military ships and cannot be lost in the slightest.

If they were to travel by sea, it would take at least a month, and there would be unexpected risks such as inspections and storms at any time. After a little consideration, Sun Zhiwei canceled this option.

The only remaining option is to transport them back by plane. Fortunately, there is a direct flight between Pujiang City and Amsterdam, with two flights per week.

He immediately set off for Amsterdam, and that evening he checked into a hotel next to Amsterdam Schiphol International Airport.

I was able to check the flight information by phone, and it turns out that a domestic Boeing 707 will be flying in from Huangpu tomorrow night.

The plane will rest overnight at Schiphol International Airport, and then depart again at noon the day after tomorrow to return to Pujiang City.

The next morning, Sun Zhiwei left the hotel, made his way to the parliament building, and found the office of Pule, the vice chairman of the National Defense Committee.

He wouldn't let this culprit get away with it. Just after receiving a phone call, Puller suddenly collapsed in his office in front of his secretary.

The call came from Rotterdam; it was from the person in charge at the dock company, reporting the situation to him, the major shareholder, after tallying the losses from the accident.

Sun Zhiwei and his secretary overheard the conversation on the phone:
In terms of assets: all six dry docks were destroyed, the Walrus-class submarines that had already been built were completely destroyed, and all the ammunition in the ammunition depots exploded.

In terms of personnel: the company's chief engineer and six key engineers all died, and most of the shipyard's skilled workers were injured or killed.

Even a healthy person would not be able to escape unscathed from such a heavy blow, let alone Puller, who is already an elderly man in his sixties.

It's perfectly normal for him to faint after hearing this terrible news; Sun Zhiwei simply added a stab to his cerebral blood vessels.

The final outcome wouldn't be good, and Sun Zhiwei was too lazy to read about his final fate. After wandering around outside for a while, he returned to the hotel.

Worried about missing his flight, Sun Zhiwei didn't go out in the afternoon. Instead, he stayed quietly in his hotel room, ordering his meals to be delivered to his room.

At 7 p.m., the flight he was waiting for from Pujiang City arrived at Schiphol International Airport.

More than an hour later, all the crew members checked into the apartment hotel arranged by the airport.

It was past 11 p.m. when the hotel quieted down. Sun Zhiwei quietly sneaked in and found the captain's private room.

He knocked lightly on the door. The captain, very alert, immediately asked, "Who is it?"

Sun Zhiwei didn't reply, but waited quietly at the door. After a while, the door opened, and the captain, wearing a shirt and with one hand behind his back, looked warily at the stranger in dark clothes and a baseball cap standing in front of the door.

Sun Zhiwei opened the "Diting" badge, flashed it at the captain, and then said, "Let's go inside and talk."

Although the captain had never seen such a special document before, he recognized the national emblem and department name on it. He immediately made room for Sun Zhiwei and put him in the room.

After the door was closed, the two sat down on the sofa in the room, and Sun Zhiwei introduced himself: "Captain, my code name is 'Listening,' and you should have heard of my department."

The captain nodded solemnly upon hearing this. This department was very mysterious, but every member of it had risked their life fighting for the country.

"There is an urgent task that requires your help."

"Please speak, and our entire crew will do our utmost to assist you."

“There is a batch of important supplies that need to be transported back to China, but it is not safe to transport them by train or sea, so we can only transport them by air.”

"No problem, I can bring it on the plane under the crew's name, and our luggage doesn't need to go through security."

"It's not that simple. This is a shipment of supplies weighing over ten tons. If you also need to carry passengers and luggage, you won't be able to take off."

"What should I do?"

"I'd like to ask you a professional question: Is there a type of aircraft malfunction that requires it to be flown back to China for repairs, but cannot carry passengers until it is fixed?"

He can fly airplanes, but he hasn't studied maintenance. International flight captains, on the other hand, are all veteran air force pilots who are much more professional than him in this area.

The captain thought for a moment and said, "Then we'll have to reduce the plane's power, so it can only fly empty and can't carry passengers. There are several ways to achieve this, namely..."

Upon hearing that there was a solution, Sun Zhiwei immediately interrupted him.

"You don't need to tell me the specific steps; you need to carry them out yourself."

"I will secretly send the goods that need to be transported into the cargo hold of the plane tonight. The rest is up to you."

"It is important to keep as few people as possible informed about this operation, including the crew members. It is top secret, and it is best if others do not know unless absolutely necessary."

"I made it clear that it only requires the co-pilot and me to operate, and I will not tell the co-pilot all the details."

Seeing that he understood, Sun Zhiwei knew he had found the right person. He immediately stood up and saluted, saying, "Captain, on behalf of the country, I thank you for your help. Please make sure you bring the cargo home safely. Someone will come to pick you up when you arrive."

The captain also stood up and returned the salute: "I guarantee the mission will be completed. Also, there's no need for thanks. I'm a soldier too, and it's my duty to serve my country."

Sun Zhiwei nodded after listening, then turned and left the room, quickly disappearing into the darkness of the corridor.

After leaving the hotel, Sun Zhiwei went straight to the airport's cargo warehouse, where there were many standard wooden crates used to load bulk cargo.

He stole more than a dozen large wooden crates, packed all the blueprints and documents into them, sealed them, and then headed straight for the helipad.

(End of this chapter)