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Chapter 420 Oh wow! To America! (Third update!)
The blood from the tip of his nose fell to the ground, not bright red, but a dark, muted red. The dim light in the cabin passageway made the dark red blood appear even more so.

The soldier with the nosebleed instinctively raised his head, trying to stop the bleeding. But when he looked up, he realized that he wasn't the only one with a nosebleed. The other soldiers who had fallen on the ground also raised their heads; they, too, had nosebleeds.

Besides their noses bleeding, blood was also seeping from the corners of their eyes, and their light blue eyes were now bloodshot.

The soldiers who tilted their heads back to stop the bleeding quickly lowered them again, because the blood from their noses was unstoppable and flowed directly down their nostrils into their throats.

Some soldiers couldn't believe they were bleeding from their noses, so they raised their hands and frantically wiped it away, but the more they wiped, the more blood flowed.

By the end, their faces were covered in blood, and their clothes were soaked in blood, making the scene look like something out of an American zombie movie, with zombies gnawing on people and corpses being eaten to death everywhere.

On the dock, in the fleet's quarters.

Countless soldiers poured out of their dormitories, including Cortini, the commander of the Third Patrol. He looked up in the direction from which the sound came and knew that it was the location of the Third Patrol's ships.

He dared not delay, so he mounted the motorcycle at the dormitory entrance and sped off toward the direction where the third patrol team's ships were docked.

He had to get back to the frigate as soon as possible. If war broke out, they would have to get the ship out of port as quickly as possible to make themselves active and deter the enemy.

Otherwise, they'll be the next Pearl Harbor!
But when he got to the side of the frigate, he found soldiers running off the ship, and everyone looked frantic, covered in blood, and some were being carried.

It looked as if a zombie virus had broken out on the frigate.

Taking a deep breath, Cortini grabbed a soldier, pressed his hands on the soldier's shoulders, and questioned him:

"What happened?"

The captured soldier was somewhat flustered, but he quickly calmed down after recognizing who had grabbed him.
"About 50 minutes ago, the port dispatch sent a report saying that their S073 patrol boat had spotted a ship with its radio switched off at the port's outlet, and no matter how they called, the ship did not respond."

"They suspect there's something wrong with that ship!"

"Their patrol boat was ready to move forward to see what was going on."

"Then the patrol boat went and towed the boat over, saying it was towed to us so we could handle it."

"As the ship was being towed to the dock, the people on board pulled out guns and tried to put up a fight, and even rammed the ship into the warship."

"We suspected there were dangerous goods on the ship, so we fired a shot at it with our naval guns."

"The ship exploded!"

"When the ship exploded, a mushroom cloud rose from the sea, a bright white mushroom cloud."

"When the people on deck saw this, they went into the cabin to get their weapons and prepared for battle."

"But as soon as they ran into the cabin, some people fell down, and those who didn't fall were bleeding from their noses. In just a few minutes, and with difficulty breathing, several people died."

"The military doctor told us to quickly send the others with milder symptoms to the base medical room, saying that there were better treatment options there."

As the soldier was speaking, a warm liquid flowed down his nose. He quickly wiped it away and found that his nose was also bleeding. The soldier quickly broke free from Cortini's hand and ran towards the front of the dock.

Two more soldiers swept past him. Cortini, his face grim, drew his gun from his waist and fired a shot into the air.
"Third Patrol Team, anyone still able to run, return to your unit immediately and prepare for battle!"

After shouting, he pulled the trigger several more times.

The gunshots stunned all the soldiers who had rushed off the ship. The soldier closest to Cortini glanced at Cortini, hesitated for a moment, and then turned back to board the ship.

The soldiers who had gone far away turned back and saw their comrades boarding the ship. After hesitating for a moment, they ran back as well.

Cortini boarded the ship and rushed to the command room. Just as he arrived, the ship's medic also arrived at the command room and brought him some major news.

"It's nuclear radiation!"

"That ship that exploded carried a very strange nuclear bomb!"

“I just asked other people and went to the deck to check.”

"When that ship exploded, we were about 210 meters away from it, and the S073 patrol boat was about 170 meters away from them."

"The explosion of that ship was very loud, almost like the explosion of a small-yield nuclear bomb."

"However, on our foredeck, there are only traces of debris impact, not traces of heat radiation."

"And our men, a few of them were standing on the edge of the foredeck, and they were in the worst condition."

"These people are already dead."

“I examined their skin and there were no signs of heat radiation on their bodies.”

"However, the radiation levels on them all exceeded the standard."

"In other words, this is a strange nuclear bomb whose explosion is comparable to, or slightly less than, a nuclear bomb, but which does not produce thermal radiation, yet produces extremely strong nuclear radiation."

While Cortini was deep in thought, the medic slapped his forehead again:

"Maybe, I mean maybe, maybe it is a small nuclear bomb, but it is an older model with more severe nuclear radiation."

After listening to him ramble on for so long, Cortini couldn't help but cover her forehead with her hand and ask impatiently, "Just tell me what to do now!"

The military doctor shrugged: "Either we run to the hospital for treatment, or we risk our lives to tough it out. Whether we can survive depends entirely on how lucky we are."

"And we don't know where the enemy is, let alone what they will do next!"

After hearing what the medic had to say, Cortini didn't hesitate and immediately grabbed the communicator:
"Turkish Southern Navy Third Patrol Team, all personnel, return to position immediately, activate, and launch!"

At a command, the soldiers of the third patrol team quickly sprang into action and returned to their posts. Immediately afterwards, the escort ship docked at the shore slowly started up and headed towards the harbor's outlet.

…………

According to AFP, a terrorist attack occurred at the military base in Mersin, Türkiye's third-largest port, in the early hours of the 21st.

"Terrorists carried a small nuclear bomb of unknown yield and successfully attacked the flagship of the Turkish Southern Navy's Third Patrol Squadron by detonating it at close range."

"The incident resulted in multiple casualties on the frigate. Turkish officials stated that Turkey will investigate thoroughly and, whoever it is, will find them and retaliate a hundredfold!"

No terrorist organization has claimed responsibility for this incident.

"According to the Associated Press, senior CIA officials revealed that they intercepted intelligence on terrorists before the bombing in the Turkish port of Mersin."

"These intelligence reports mention that Libya has provided weapons assistance to ISI terrorists operating in Syria and Iraq."

"This includes nuclear weapons..."

Suzhou, Lin Yi's office.

He lay lazily in the chair, his legs casually propped up on the edge of the sofa armrest. Opposite him was Gao Hai, who was holding a remote control and fast-forwarding through a news video.

As soon as the words "nuclear weapons" came out of the loudspeaker, Gao Hai immediately pressed the pause button to stop the broadcast.

He tapped his chin on the TV screen and asked, "That thing wouldn't happen to be the one you sold, would it?"

"No!" Lin Yi shook his head slightly, slowly extending his left hand to move the mouse, opening a folder on the computer, then turning the screen towards Gao Hai:
"Those things are powerful, but they don't emit radiation. At most, they create extremely high temperatures around the explosion point, which then melt the ground."

"And the area isn't large!" "I suspect someone really did pull out a nuclear weapon!"

Gao Hai got up from the sofa, went to his desk, took the mouse, and started looking at the photos in the document.

These photos were all taken with a digital camera, and each photo includes the date and information of the shooting.

The filming location was Ramadi, Iraq.

The photos taken over more than ten days clearly captured the changes at the site of the Ramadi explosion.

In addition to photos, there are also some short videos.

At the beginning of the video, there are people wearing protective suits at the scene, but after only one day of protection, these people wearing protective suits changed into short sleeves and robes and moved around the explosion site.

There were absolutely no protective measures.

If there were radiation, these people would be dead long ago!
He put down the mouse, turned around, and looked at Lin Yi with his right hand supporting his chin:

"Is it possible that someone took your things, tied together the unfinished nuclear bombs, and then detonated them, thus creating a nuclear bomb in effect?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi rolled his eyes: "First of all, a nuclear bomb explosion is a systematic project!"

"If the pressure of the explosion cannot be effectively transferred to the nuclear bomb material when it is detonated, the nuclear bomb will become a dirty bomb."

"The sheer explosive power of the nuclear bomb was only the power of the fuse detonation. At that time, the greatest damage of this nuclear bomb was the nuclear waste scattered all over the sky."

"The scenes of nuclear bombs being detonated that you see in movies are all because there is a detonator inside the nuclear bomb."

"You should know how powerful this stuff we're selling is."

"If you tie it on, it'll be a giant nuclear radiation launcher."

"It will scatter unexploded radioactive material everywhere..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yi suddenly stood up from his chair and stared straight at Gao Hai: "I know who did it!"

"Who?"

"ISI!"

Gao Hai slapped his forehead, looking speechless: "America already said it's ISI, you're just being a Monday morning quarterback."

"I'm not just saying this after the fact!" Lin Yi waved his hand, correcting Gao Hai's statement: "Regarding what I told you before, there was a mole in the Sadr Movement who stole some materials and sold them to the ISI."

"Do you remember what the ISI spokesperson said a while back?"

"They have 18 dirty bombs!"

After this reminder, beads of sweat visibly appeared on Gao Hai's forehead. At the time, everyone thought those guys were joking and no one paid them any attention.

However, now it seems that all of this might be true!
The biggest threat of a dirty bomb is the airborne radioactive material. Coincidentally, the stuff Lin Yi sold to those people in Iraq can help these radioactive materials fly higher, farther, and faster.

This can't be done!
Something bad is going to happen!

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he asked Lin Yi as calmly as possible, "You have no way of knowing their current location?"

Seeing Gao Hai's anxious expression, Lin Yi remained nonchalant. After a while, he whispered, "The people at the West Suburbs Aerospace Control Center should have reported it by now!"

"what?"

"I said, the people at the West Suburbs Aerospace Control Center should report this matter!"

Why them?

"Because those people also bought some drones! On the 20th, the signals of those drones were detected on the Syrian-Turkish border."

"In the intervals between the startup of these drones, the West Suburbs Aerospace Control Center has already installed a program that will send a signal every two hours."

"We can receive it here, and the West Suburbs Aerospace Control Center can also receive it."

“I had just asked Mao Xiaofei before you came to see me.”

"The signal movement trajectory during this period is the Syrian-Turkish border, Beirut, Lebanon, and the Mediterranean Sea."

"Based on the signal feedback and the direction of travel, those signals should have boarded a plane in Beirut, Lebanon, and headed west. It's unclear which country they were going to; it could be England, or it could be Canada, but at this point, it seems more likely to be America."

"Wait a minute!" Lin Yi raised a finger to stop Gao Hai from asking further questions, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed Mao Xiaofei.

After I finished speaking, the person on the other end said "Wait a moment" and hung up the phone.

About ten minutes later, Mao Xiaofei's voice rang out again:

"According to the latest location, those signals have crossed the Strait of Gibraltar and entered the Atlantic Ocean!"

With the phone on speakerphone, Lin Yi heard the conversation clearly. He put down the phone and shrugged lightly: "Oh ho, off to America!"

After figuring out that the plane had gone to America, Gao Hai frowned, looking somewhat conflicted. He paced back and forth a couple of times before asking Lin Yi:

"Do you think we should share this news...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yi raised his hand to interrupt him: "Stop! Don't ask me!"

"I'm just an ordinary small business owner, I don't know anything!"

"I'm not qualified to worry about that!"

The words of evasion also brought Gao Hai out of his previous state of confusion. The satellite control of the navigation system was temporarily in the hands of the West Suburbs Aerospace Control Center. The West Suburbs Aerospace Control Center knew about this and would definitely report it.

The reporting speed over there is faster and more accurate.

I'm just worrying about things that don't concern me.

He let out a breath, then simply sat down at the desk and asked:

Where do you think they'll end up?

"New York!"

"why?"

"Because Middle East Airlines only has routes from Lebanon to New York, they can only go to New York."

"Of course, they might not do it in New York, but plan to do it elsewhere."

"How do you think those Middle Eastern countries can get dirty bombs loaded onto planes?"

"Don't ask me! I don't run airplanes!"

"Okay, let's change the subject. The parts for the aircraft carrier's elevator are almost finished. Do you think it can be completed in one go?"

(End of this chapter)