The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

A small unmanned submarine was slowly released into the water, followed by two "shallow sea transport vehicles" slightly larger than it. Jack bit his mouthpiece, waved at Hannah and Jiejie who were looking at him worriedly, and flipped back into the water.

This dive was actually not too difficult. Although they needed to go around to the other side of Devil's Island to reach the sewer entrance they had selected previously, the entire journey was only 4 kilometers.

As old Mason put it, give him a snorkel and a pair of flippers and it would be easy.

This is indeed the case. Except for Goosby who was a little overly nervous, the difficulty of this underwater armed swimming was not much more difficult for the SEALs than their daily basic physical training.

Although the "shallow sea transport vehicle" has an underwater maximum speed of 7 knots, or 13 kilometers per hour, after carrying ammunition and weapons and four to five crew members, it can only move slowly at a speed of less than 4 knots.

Fortunately, the sea conditions were good today, and there was a small unmanned submarine leading the way ahead. Although we were unable to move in a completely straight line, we still arrived at the target location quietly after more than half an hour.

It took Mason ten minutes to successfully find the entrance to the drainage channel among a pile of kelp and seaweed. It was located on the side of a smooth cliff, only about one meter from the water surface.

The iron fence at the entrance had long been rusted, and there was a big hole in the middle. I don't know if it was the work of the old man when he escaped.

The drainage channel is very narrow, only enough for one person to pass through. Although it is a bit winding, its length does not exceed 50 meters, which is the 57 steps mentioned by Mason before.

Considering that he climbed out during low tide, even Jack couldn't help but admire the old man's courage. This is really not something that ordinary people can do.

Jack and B5 Brock Reynolds, who served as the assaulter, emerged from the reservoir like water ghosts. The Noveske N4 assault rifles in their hands rotated half a circle each. After confirming that the surroundings were safe, Brock slowly floated down and made tactical gestures behind him.

Since the opponent this time is their own people, in order to prevent any abnormal signals from being detected, they will maintain radio silence throughout the process.

Although everyone carried a GPS locator, the command center was unable to monitor the team members' movements in a place underground where signals were isolated.

This was a challenge even for SEAL Team B, as it meant they would not receive any support from behind, including Predator drones hovering high in the sky, until they broke radio silence.

After taking off his heavy diving suit, Jack took out his Type 83 water bottle and handed it to the shivering Goosby, "Have some, but only a small sip."

Although San Francisco, like Los Angeles, is adjacent to the Pacific Ocean and seems to be geographically very close, due to the cold current, the sea water temperature here rarely exceeds 20 degrees even in midsummer.

Although the diving suit has a considerable thermal insulation effect, the current water temperature of only 15 or 16 degrees can still easily cause people to suffer from hypothermia.

However, just as Goosby was still hesitating, the kettle was snatched away by Mason, who had already smelled the scent. He took a big sip, then exhaled heavily and spoke loudly.

“Nice Stolivodka. It tastes just as I remember it.”

The space where everyone is now is not quiet. An old gas turbine that has been running for who knows how many years is rumbling, providing electricity for the entire island.

Jason, the captain of Team B, walked around the room and stopped in front of a heavy, rusted iron door. He tried to turn the rotary handle on the door.

"Don't bother. This door can only be opened from the other side." Mason returned the kettle to Jack, walked to the gas turbine, squatted down, and stared at the bottom of the boiler that was spewing flames from time to time.

"What do you mean? How are you going to open the door?"

Jason lowered his head in confusion and looked towards the bottom of the boiler along his line of sight. He saw several huge wheel-like structures rotating continuously, like giant guillotines passing through the bottom of the gas turbine that was less than one meter high in a regular manner.

Coupled with the tongues of fire that spew out from time to time, people can't help but have an illusion that this small passage seems to be a miniature version of hell.

"Of course I'll crawl underneath it and open the door for you on the other side." Mason seemed to be talking about something ordinary.

Sonny Quinn, who was taking out door-breaking explosives from his backpack, was stunned when he heard this. He lay down and looked down for a while, then turned back to look at Mason who looked calm. He couldn't help but shrink back and looked at Jack with gloating.

"Luckily Jason arranged for you to follow him."

Mason also looked at Jack, "Do you want to come too?"

"No, I believe you, really." Jack shrugged. It's not that he couldn't get over it, but he didn't know how to explain that his clothes were burned but he was fine.

"I still remember the time difference, I hope it hasn't changed." Mason said as he leaned over to the ground.

"Wait a minute." Jack pulled out his FK7.5 and handed it to the old man. "Take it for self-defense, but this is my baby. Don't lose it, or I'll soak your daughter when I get back."

Mason was slightly stunned. This old agent from the SAS didn't know what expression to use to respond to the little bastard in front of him.

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Watching Mason disappear in the flames, Clay asked worriedly, "He's not going to abandon us and run away, is he?"

"Then we'll just have to blow the door down and risk being discovered." Jack shrugged, not worried at all.

Although he had not spent a long time with this person, he felt that he had gained some experience from interacting with some old spies from the Cold War era.

These old guys are all soft-hearted and will not tolerate tough measures. Instead of using threats or inducements, it is better to show some submissiveness and trust in them. This may have a miraculous effect.

Time passed by bit by bit. It was only a short period of four or five minutes, but everyone who was "trapped" here had the illusion that the day was passing by like a year.

Even Captain Jason, who was always calm, couldn't help but look at the Luminox military watch on his wrist again and again. Just when Sonny couldn't help but open his backpack again to take out the explosives, a dull bang came from the rusty iron door.

Deputy Captain Ray Perry, who was squatting at the door on guard, and the current B6 "Full Metal" Scott Carter opposite him looked at each other, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at the gap in the iron door that was slowly opening.

"Welcome to Devil's Island!" Mason's figure appeared behind the open iron gate, his face covered in sweat and his body seemed to be still steaming.