The previous time, Zhou Qingfeng snatched the confidential communication machine of the "Lasen" number, Xiao Jinlang shouted that he almost caused a world war. This time it was a hard drive, and the horse worker also said that if the fight was not good, it would be a world war. Is the world really that fragile? Always a big fight!

On the way to the embassy, ​​Zhou Qingfeng changed his car three times and entered two car wash shops and an underground parking lot. He was also asked to change his clothes, mobile phones and other communication equipment were thrown away. When he passed by a street intersection, someone even sent an explosion-proof safe, and the horseman put everything in.

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was still confused, the horse worker who was so nervous that he was trembling all over and forced a smile and said, "This safe has the function of shielding electromagnetic radiation. We are worried that the radio signals in the things you send will cause trouble."

Zhou Qingfeng was originally a little cynical about the situation in front of him, but seeing a large number of people trying their best to protect the things he got, he had to respect it. No matter how much work these intelligence personnel do, they will not be reported. Even if they die, they will be unknown, but they are just trying to do so.

"If you need it, I can get these things in the future." Zhou Qingfeng said in a deep voice.

"Okay, okay." Ma Gong immediately smiled happily. The old man in his sixties was as happy as a child. But after he smiled, he looked down, "Be careful, you must ensure your safety. I know that your work is very hard and dangerous. I didn't respect it very much when I met before, so I apologized."

This is clearly a super undercover agent, an underground worker who endured humiliation and a national hero who was incognito. The horse worker was full of respect when he spoke.

The car was walking around the complex city streets of Tokyo and finally came to a warehouse next to the port. Zhou Qingfeng then realized that saying that he wanted to go to the embassy was just a secret code, and the "embassy" refers to this warehouse security house.

The warehouse was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. Zhou Qingfeng glanced at him and saw several secret whistles. The warehouse safety house was also electromagnetically shielded. Four or five professional personnel were in place, and more than a dozen professional equipment were ready early.

The hard disk, host, and manual were taken out and carefully checked. The key is that the hard disk was carefully reconnected to the host. A horseman tried to copy the data on the hard disk by himself.

"Uh..., I think you still need this." Zhou Qingfeng took out a metal card from his pocket, "This is the captain's identity card. Without this thing, data cannot be read, and it will cause self-destruction of the hard disk."

Military hard drives that store confidential data are all equipped with software and hardware self-destruct functions. Zhou Qingfeng did not just use an axe to break the hard drive this time. There was a reminder from the "zombie" technician on the submarine that he found an identity card with the highest authority in the captain's rest room. Without this card, he could basically do nothing.

The host is connected to the monitor, and after powering on, the identity card is inserted before entering the data reading mode. Since the confidential hard disk is prohibited from copying data, other cracking devices are required to read out the information inside.

The few people in the safe room were originally doing this, and the entire cracking and copying process took several hours. Zhou Qingfeng was thinking about waiting slowly, but soon another group of people hurriedly walked in from outside the warehouse.

More and more people came in the process of cracking, and many people joined the cracking process, and some emergency manuals also began to read and take photos. A middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance walked up to Zhou Qingfeng and reached out and said, "Hello, Comrade Lin Sen."

"Uh..., you can call me Victor Hugo." Zhou Qingfeng actually doesn't like the pseudonym "Lin Sen".

"Your appearance is indeed very similar to that big star." The middle-aged woman also smiled, which is to bring her relationship closer and facilitate conversation.

"I was that big star." Zhou Qingfeng was also tired of pretending to be tired, so he simply took off the hat and sunglasses he was wearing. Although his voice was low, the entire safe room was very quiet. Everyone looked over when they heard the sound, but immediately turned their heads and stopped paying attention.

The middle-aged woman who took the initiative to initiate the question was a little surprised. She looked back at Xiao Jinlang. Xiao Jinlang was helpless at Zhou Qingfeng's casual way of exposing his identity, but he could only noddle to the middle-aged woman and say that this was indeed the case.

"People who are not confidential enough are not allowed to come in again." The middle-aged woman has obviously extraordinary status. After she gave the order, someone immediately issued a re-issue of instructions on the radio. She herself smiled at Zhou Qingfeng again and said, "I really didn't expect it, but I will be your fan in the future."

"Actually, I didn't think about becoming a star." Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly and spread his hands and said, "Let's talk about nuclear submarines. How do I make a nuclear submarine move? I need it to drive at least ten kilometers, but I don't know what to do?"

"You don't have an assistant?"

"I have a group of crew members who maintain the reactor, but they also have no idea how to fly a nuclear submarine. The submarine is currently docked by a trestle and I have to move it outside the port."

Zhou Qingfeng wanted to come with a piece of paper and casually drew the docking position of the Georgia and the surrounding situation. "I only have five tugboats with very small horsepower, but the drag speed is too slow to ignore. Once I start to move, it is best to let the submarine leave the dock ten kilometers within an hour."

"Is the main reactor working properly?"

"normal."

"Is the weapon system normal?"

"It's probably normal, no one touches them."

...

The middle-aged woman asked a lot, and asked very carefully, and recorded every word Zhou Qingfeng said in real time. But in fact, Zhou Qingfeng didn't know much about the situation of the nuclear submarine. The entire inquiry took two or three hours, and most of the questions were not answered.

Just as the question was over, the ma-worker who was responsible for cracking suddenly whispered, 'Damn'. This sound attracted everyone's eyes. The middle-aged woman hurriedly ran up and asked, "Did the crack fail?"

"No, the cracking went smoothly. We have regular identity authorization and the host work is normal. I'm scolding Americans. Their database is too rich, it's simply a super treasure.

Look at this, this is the voiceprint database. It contains records of almost all known submarines in the world, including the 093 and 094 nuclear submarines that we just started in the water. Where did these bastards get it, we didn’t notice at all."

Each submarine makes a sound when sailing underwater, and this sound is like a human fingerprint. No two submarines have the same voiceprints. By comparing the voiceprints, submarines can be identified from ocean clutter. This is really important for combat, so this database is also too important.

After the horseman scolded, he quickly laughed again, "Hahaha..., there are Acura-level, North Wind God-level, and the submarine voice patterns of the Russians are all here, which is even more complete than we have in our hands.

God, there are also Americans' own voiceprints here, all of which are 62 "Los Angeles" attack nuclear submarines, as well as the "Ohio", "Sea Wolf" and "Virginia", all of which are there.

We have never collected all these data. It is a huge difficulty to collect one, but now it is done at once. The Americans are about to vomit blood now, and the situation of their entire underwater nuclear strike force is equal to our hands. If the Americans dare to run around our underwater monitoring network in the future, I promise to pull them out."
Chapter completed!