Jennifer had been with us for some time. Since Fatty saved her, she had barely contacted her subordinates, and when she did, it was always in front of us, claiming she was fine and safe and telling them not to worry.

It seemed Jennifer was completely relying on us.

Jennifer told us that during the Cold War, the United States and the Soviet Union engaged in a massive arms race. The U.S. conducted numerous equipment tests at the Roosevelt Roads Naval Station in Puerto Rico, launching several strategic submarines. However, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, these unconventional weapons and equipment were phased out.

After the Roosevelt Roads Naval Station closed, a small amount of weaponry and equipment found its way outside the military…

Fatty was skeptical of Jennifer's claims. He didn't believe such a thing could happen in the U.S. military, arguing that the weapons and equipment were all obsolete and scrapped.

Jennifer didn't explain further, but she confidently assured us that she could definitely provide a fully functional submarine.

Although we were noncommittal, we had no other choice at the moment. My increasingly frail health didn't allow us to hesitate in making decisions.

This time, Zoey didn't want the organization to know about the operation, especially since Jennifer told her that there were still people in the organization watching her, so she was even more cautious.

Zoey told everyone not to reveal their whereabouts to anyone. To avoid being monitored and tracked, they removed the SIM cards from their phones and turned them off. They would travel entirely by car.

Once the supplies were ready, we set off on our journey to Puerto Rico. Driving was faster than taking a boat, so we first drove to Orlando. In Orlando, Zoey borrowed a small yacht from a friend, which Jennifer would pilot directly to our destination, Puerto Rico.

Traveling to another country's territorial waters without a visa or prior notification would be problematic if discovered. Fortunately, Jennifer was very familiar with the area, and the yacht's route avoided the coastal defenses and police checkpoints of the countries along the way.

We finally arrived safely in Puerto Rico on the tenth day after departure. As soon as we landed, we headed straight to the Roosevelt Roads Naval Station.

Although the military base was officially closed, many people were still inside doing follow-up work. After much difficulty, Jennifer finally found her contact.

It was a black man wearing a U.S. military training uniform. Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be a U.S. military officer stationed there to handle the remaining affairs.

The black officer was excited to see Jennifer. He strode forward, opening his arms as if he wanted to hug her: "Oh, Jenny, long time no see."

Jennifer dodged his embrace, looking all business, and said, "Dick, I have an important matter to ask of you."

The black officer's name was Dick.

Seeing that his attempt to get close had failed, Dick shrugged awkwardly and said, "Okay… but you know my nature…"

Then he rubbed his fingers together, looking greedy.

"Don't worry, as long as the matter is handled properly, you'll definitely get your money," Jennifer said to Dick. "Can you help us get a decommissioned small submarine?"

Dick thought he had misheard, and with a look of surprise, Jennifer repeated herself.

"Damn it, are you kidding me?" Dick frowned at Jennifer.

"No, I'm seriously asking you this question, and we also need diving equipment that can operate in deep water…"

Dick looked at us suspiciously, wondering what we wanted a submarine for.

"Hey, listen, Jenny, if you want weapons, even rocket launchers or heavy machine guns, I can get them for you, but a submarine… you know… that's very troublesome…"

Dick rubbed his hands, looking reluctant.

"I know it's difficult, but I believe in you, Dick, you can do it… and I'll give you a very generous reward, you'll definitely be satisfied."

Jennifer gave Dick a sincere look.

Faced with money, Dick seemed willing to take the risk. He put his hands on his hips, lowered his head, and thought for a moment, then said, "Give me three days to prepare… then it's cash on delivery."

Hearing Dick's clear answer, Jennifer was overjoyed, but she still urged him, "Don't let anyone else know about this…"

Dick sneered, "I'm risking my neck doing this business of smuggling arms. I should be asking you not to publicize it."

…

The negotiation went exceptionally smoothly, but we were skeptical of the black officer named Dick's promises.

Jennifer saw our concerns and explained, "Dick is useless in other areas, but he's an expert at smuggling arms from the military. There's nothing in this world he can't get."

We didn't believe Jennifer's boasting about Dick.

But Jennifer was really getting worked up, even boasting, "That guy can even get you a nuclear weapon, believe it or not."

Whether we believed it or not was secondary. The key was whether Dick could produce what we wanted. We would just have to wait and see.

We found a family inn near the naval base and stayed there, enduring a difficult three-day wait. On the agreed-upon fourth morning, we went to the naval base again.

Dick had not lied to Jennifer. He had indeed obtained a submarine, but it was only an experimental submarine that had not yet been launched.

At the time, the United States wanted to create a deep-sea submarine strike force to counter the Soviet submarine force, so it spent a lot of money to build submarines that could dive to the deep sea. The theoretical diving depth of this experimental submarine was one to two thousand meters deeper than that of ordinary submarines.

However, later the Soviet Union dissolved, and the deep-sea submarine had not yet been put into formal launch trials, so the research project was terminated.

"So, it's still an experimental product?" Jennifer asked.

"Of course, this is already pretty good. This submarine is not yet registered in the military's records, so no one will care even if it's lost," Dick said. "Someone checked it before, and there were no problems. It meets the conditions for launching…"

Jennifer looked at us, wanting to seek our opinion.

It wouldn't hurt to try, since there was no other way. Zoey represented everyone in accepting the submarine that Dick provided.

Cash on delivery, Jennifer directly wrote Dick a check for one million U.S. dollars.

Dick thought it was too little. Jennifer finalized it, saying, "A civilian submarine only costs a million. This is still an experimental product. I'm giving you a million, that's not little. This is a no-cost, high-profit deal for you. You can't lose either way."

Dick thought for a moment and felt that Jennifer was right. He added a "after-sales" condition: "After delivery, you are responsible for all consequences. If any problems occur during the diving process, it has nothing to do with me. If you are discovered, just say you stole it and don't drag me into it."

"No problem."

Jennifer agreed to Dick's request.