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"Isn't this our company's branch office? Well, actually most of our company's branches are up here, including several offices of the agricultural branch." The Yeti security member in charge of leading the way was also confused. Everyone in Terra knew that there should be no problem with the company's branches, or even the headquarters, or even the entire company, being on the landship.

"Shouldn't it be in the city?" The armed forces on the warship could barely understand, at least they could convince themselves that this was someone else's habit, and they had to get used to the fact that they were in a foreign land.

But isn't it a bit strange that all your departments are listed on it, even the entire Yeti Security branch?

"Isn't this part of the city?" This is the difference in perception between Terrans and Earthlings. In the eyes of Terrans, the distinction between ships and cities is not so clear-cut. A large number of ships combined together can be called a mobile city, and conversely, a mobile city disintegrating can also be called a large number of ships moving together.

Is your city like this?

"This is what part of the city looks like. Don't you have mobile cities over there?"

"..." The four were completely bewildered. Because the new card had many permanent ground buildings and towns, they hadn't realized this problem. They thought that the previous experimental base and water purification platform were just special cases or creations for special needs.

"Besides, it's normal for a company to be a land-based ship. Look at that one over there, that's the Rhodes Island, the headquarters of Rhodes Island Medical Corporation. Their R&D, administration, operations, and even several subsidiaries are all on board." Yeti drove them around the largest behemoth in front of them, revealing the much smaller Rhodes Island behind them.

Although the Rhodes Island appears to have little armament compared to the behemoth, with factories and laboratories scattered throughout its hull, the runways and helipads on both sides, as well as the dense array of drones constantly taking off and landing on the main hull, suggest that it can indeed be used as a semi-armored aircraft carrier.

"Besides, the headquarters of Blacksteel International and Raytheon Industries are also super landships, albeit with little armament. These companies' headquarters, or rather, their headquarters cities, are mobile cities formed by interconnecting these landships. Speaking of which, it seems you don't have any natural disasters over there?"

“No, there are many,” Alexander said. “There are many natural disasters on Earth, such as earthquakes, tsunamis, blizzards, and storms. In addition to natural disasters, there are also a lot of man-made disasters, such as wars, famines, plagues, and massacres.”

"Then why don't you make the cities move around? Wouldn't staying in one place mean they'd be constantly attacked by natural disasters?"

"But if a city cannot remain in one place for a long time, how can it conduct commercial trade, carry out stable production activities, and what about road infrastructure?"

"It's not like cities can merge and then trade can start. Everyone's shipping routes aren't unknown. As for production activities, those that can't be moved have agricultural towns on the surface and underground refuge areas. Those that can be moved follow the cities. It's really strange."

"But natural disasters are natural disasters precisely because they can't be predicted when they will happen. Moreover, our cities usually have relatively complete natural disaster response mechanisms. At the same time, these are low-probability, occasional events. The cost of relocating a city, according to your approach, must be quite high, right?" Blitz asked curiously.

Natural disasters do occur on Earth, and their frequency is not low, but most disasters affect a relatively small area, and the probability of a city being affected is also relatively small.

Moreover, all countries have well-established disaster response systems and plans—whether they are implemented, how well they are implemented, and whether they will turn into a new round of man-made disasters are another matter—at the very least, most decent countries certainly have such plans and systems.

Including the United States, various government agencies, such as federal disaster response departments, have warehouses storing food and equipment for disaster relief, and corresponding plans, systems, and programs in place to deploy the National Guard or even the Army when necessary.

As for whether these government agencies will shirk responsibility, act independently, or turn a blind eye when a disaster actually breaks out, whether the goods in these warehouses are still there, whether the National Guard will enter the disaster area to loot or watch people save themselves with guns, and when the money, personnel, and supplies of the various repair and recovery departments that need to be mobilized will arrive, those are matters of opinion.

“That’s great,” the Yeti member shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Then why don't you establish such a system?"

“Because it’s useless.” The Yeti turned on the signal lights, signaling the mothership to lower the vehicle ramps. “The natural disasters here usually don’t offer much room for rescue. If you’re lucky, with a less powerful natural disaster, you can survive by hiding in the lower level of the mobile city’s shelter. How long you can survive depends on the duration and extent of the damage.”

"If you're unlucky, then there's no such thing as a city anymore. Even the giant beasts you see will be damaged if they pass by the very edge of a natural disaster."

After all, those supersonic storms, which could be described as nuclear shockwaves, and the boulders inside them, were indeed something that ordinary mobile cities or ground cities could not withstand. Even mobile cities with armored walls could not withstand them, so ground cities should just give up.

"Actually, you were lucky before, you didn't see the natural disasters on the Sarkaz side. Their sandstorms have been a little better in the last two years. A few years ago, a slightly larger sandstorm would only take 1 minute to bury at least 1/3 of the area of ​​the city, including the Behemoth and this port, which you see."

"If it were any bigger, the behemoth would be buried in the sand and dust, and it would take months to dig it out. If it were an ordinary surface city, it would probably be dead by now because all the ventilation holes were blocked by sand."

If you're lucky and on the edge, you can dig quickly and create a ventilation hole before the oxygen tanks run out. Then it's up to you whether you survive long enough for the rescue team to dig you out.

As for those who are unlucky, by the time they are dug out, they will most likely have already dehydrated into mummies. As for those who are even worse off, with sandstorms and torrential rain, they will be dug out looking like mummies, with mud covering their bodies into a lump that looks like it could be put directly into an oven to be roasted like a beggar's chicken.

"This isn't even the most terrifying natural disaster. The temperature in Ursus can drop to below -120 degrees Celsius, and the earthquakes in Da Yan are also terrifying. I remember that a city in Da Yan once sank into a fissure in the ground. Even if a city is moved, if the messenger doesn't run fast enough, the city may not be able to escape the disaster area safely. Even if the messenger arrives in time, some urban areas will usually be affected. However, in those cases, it's considered a minor problem."

"..." What kind of desolate and dangerous place is this?!

"So, instead of rebuilding the city every few months, it's more economical to just move it around!"

The mothership's heavy gates slammed shut, and the vehicles drove into the garage and came to a stop.

"Your offices are on level B7, which is the second level of the island superstructure, cabins C3 and C4. As for accommodation, it's the senior officers' quarters on level B5, but even so, it's still quite cramped." The driver indicated that the time for guiding and chatting was over, and the four of them would have to find their own way up.

Fortunately, the directional markings on the ground and walls were very detailed, and the four of them found the elevator without much trouble. The garage was bustling with activity, as staff were busy packing supplies for the polar exploration and unloading goods from the vehicles.

There are even two railway tracks that connect to the outside tracks, allowing locomotives to pull containers directly into the ship's hold, where they are then stacked by overhead cranes onto container elevators on both sides and transported to the warehouse below.

Here, Alexander and his companions also saw what the Odin tank and the local armored vehicles they had mentioned earlier were—mechanical and steel monsters, completely like small metal fortresses.

As for the various relatively small snowmobiles, trucks, and off-road vehicles, they blend into the crowd of these monsters and are difficult to notice.

"Natural disasters? Are natural disasters here really that frequent and exaggerated? But from our observations, they don't seem to be that frequent."

“Indeed, Kazdel’s natural disaster monitoring is quite comprehensive. If the four of you have been living in the city all along, it would be difficult to realize this.” The girl with pink cat ears in the elevator nodded.

"Moreover, the range of natural disasters is relatively fixed. Modern meteorology and geography can identify the existence of natural disaster fields, allowing cities and production activities to reasonably avoid these areas and reduce the impact of highly frequent natural disasters."

"you are……"

"Susie from the meteorological department, you can just call me by my code name Chengshan."

"Why use a code name instead of a real name?" Ash shook hands with the adorable cat-eared girl.

"It's a matter of courtesy. It would be very impolite to call someone by their real name. Are you four new to the security department? Perfect timing, you're right below us." The meteorological department is located on the upper part of the island superstructure, specifically levels B8 and B9, while the living quarters and laboratories are on level B6.

Level B9 is a tower-like structure in the middle and rear of the island superstructure, where the weather radar is located. Level B8 is a preparation warehouse for drones and weather balloons, with a roller shutter door leading to a small platform at the rear of the island superstructure. This is where balloons are launched and outdoor measuring equipment is installed. Of course, it is also a perk for the meteorological department, where they can breathe fresh air and go outside for some fresh air.

Of course, this benefit is only available before entering the polar regions. Otherwise, the average summer temperature of -40 degrees Celsius, with snowflakes carrying demonic spores and crystal particles whipping your face by the bone-chilling wind, is not much better than being whipped in the Ursus mines by the overseer with a leather whip soaked in salt water.

Moreover, the foreman's whip won't infect you with demonic spores; you'll need to use a more irritating disinfectant to scrub off half a layer of skin. Even wearing a full set of protective gear, it's still a tough, tiring, and dirty job.

Not to mention that once the land-based ship starts moving, the wind whips up icicles that have broken off from the hull, making it feel like a knife and frost. It literally means that even the outer protective cover of the protective suit can be cut through. If you don't wear heavy protective clothing and stand on the small platform, you might not have many good patches of skin left on your body when you return.

Moreover, even in Kazdel, this is only a benefit when the weather is clear and normal. It's just as terrifying during small sandstorms. The railings are spotless, what do you think? Because the high-speed sand flow polishes them every few days, how could they not be spotless?

"Nice to meet you," Flash Strike said, shaking hands with the little girl. In the team, he was mainly responsible for socializing and getting close to people. Who would be wary of a handsome and charming gentleman? Moreover, he had a cheerful and humorous personality and a tall and sturdy build, making him the most popular one among children.

Compared to Alexander, who recently shaved his head and has a serious and aloof expression, Blitzkrieg is undoubtedly more suitable for this kind of social activity.

"We are indeed new security consultants. May I ask, are there many people in the security department?"

“There are a lot of people here. You four are pretty unlucky too. This department has more people than our meteorological team, but the work is also much more dangerous.” Cheng Shan didn’t envy the salary and benefits of the security department. Although their living quarters and offices were much better than his cubicle, these people really had to risk their lives.

"Danger can also be an opportunity"

“But last time, half of the people didn’t see where the opportunity was.” Cheng Shan said, “Last time, more than 50% of the security department was killed.”

"..." That was indeed far too dangerous.

"However, since you are consultants, you must be in clerical positions, which is quite safe. Look, we've arrived at your office area."

The elevator stopped on the B7 floor, revealing a clean corridor and several interconnected office areas.

One side of the corridor is the office area, and the other side has lockers, changing rooms and equipment storage. The door at the end leads to the stern, and there are stairs leading up to the helicopter deck at the stern, or directly to the helicopter hangar under the stern.

The training ground and firing range are located on the floor below the hangar, and the facilities are very complete. Even if you don't consider that it's on a ship, it can be said to be no less than Ash's working environment at the FBI.

"Obviously, we're too early; it looks like nobody's here." Two desks in the office area are clean and empty, while the rest are filled with personal belongings, documents, and messy boxes. Clearly, others have just left their things there and haven't come to unpack yet.

The four-man group clearly didn't have many personal belongings. Their equipment was stored in the armory across the street, and their clothes were kept in lockers in the changing room. After a little cleaning and tidying, staff members brought them some necessary office supplies.

This includes personal terminals resembling metal plates, notebooks, various colored pens, common office supplies such as clips, ink, inkpads, and white paper.

"Phew~" Flash nestled into the chair, relaxing a little. "What an amazing experience. Could it be that all we've been through these past few days is just a fantasy, like we've been blown into a vegetative state and are now lying in the ICU?"

"Then I'll shoot you in the head and see if you don't wake up?" Alexander joked, a rare occurrence for him.

Chapter 44 Security Regulations

Chapter 44

The Polar Beast will need to remain in port for about a month before it begins its journey north. During this period, various departments will conduct multiple training exercises, organize supplies, inspect the ship's condition, repair equipment, and await the completion of resupply loading.

In this situation, the security department should be a very busy department, but for the four-person team, the first day of work was surprisingly leisurely. No one told them what to do, and no one assigned them tasks, which made Ash and the others, who were prepared to face the most dangerous challenges, feel a little uncomfortable.

"Phew~ I'm exhausted today. I haven't even had time to pack anything since this morning." Franka dragged her molten sword into the office dejectedly, followed by Razer.

“Speaking of which, it seems some new colleagues are arriving today. I need to take them to familiarize themselves with the work environment and prepare the equipment.” Razer patted the former on the shoulder, and then saw four people sitting in their seats, using their terminals to look up publicly available information about polar expeditions and the Polar Behemoth.

"Speaking of which, you four are the new colleagues, right?" Razer extended his hand to Alexander. "Razer, Security Chief of the Arctic Beast Division."

"Hello, Alexander, codename Chariot," Alexander said calmly, shaking hands with the girl with horns and a tail.

"Well, do you have any questions about this ship and the work ahead?"

"Although it might be a bit inappropriate to ask this, what should we do?" Ashe and the others certainly knew what the job of a security advisor was and what they should do, but since this was another world and they didn't understand the rules and many other things, they decided to ask first.

"Do what you're supposed to do, but now's not the time to talk about that. I'll first show you around the security department and its operations, then the ship's environment. After dinner, I'll take you to the equipment department. If you don't have any special needs, you can just pick up your uniforms and standard weapons. If you have any special customization needs, you can submit your orders and requirements to the engineers there."

"Understood." If there are no special work assignments, then everyone knows what to do: understand the local security procedures, the ship's condition, learn about the content and process of the operation, and then make suggestions or further inquiries about any unreasonable arrangements. This is the daily work of a security advisor.

Or rather, it's the daily work of a genuine security consultant. As for those brokers who masquerade as security consultants, they also need to contact arms dealers, mercenary organizations, and deal with the defense and even diplomatic agencies of various major powers. They are not simply responsible for "security" work. Of course, from a certain perspective, it is indeed related to security.

Furthermore, for those "security advisors" operating in the Middle East and Eastern Europe, they may also be tasked with a series of important missions such as subversion, incitement, and planning and supporting coups, which is usually one of the three most common professions for spies and agents.

The other two are embassy staff and visiting team assistants, who have a certain degree of freedom of movement and diplomatic immunity, but are not as conspicuous as embassy military attachés who are essentially open spies.

In reality, agents and spies rarely enter other countries to steal intelligence through illegal means and channels, because there are too many risks and uncontrollable factors. They mostly enter through completely legal means and contact key figures through completely legal and normal means, and then gain trust and influence by inviting them to meals, membership-based clubs, and other means.

It won't be like those novice behaviors in novels and movies where someone just goes to a coffee shop and throws a check at you to buy you off. Not only would that be incredibly blatant, but it would also be a terrible approach.

Genuine espionage often operates behind the scenes of normal business investments and NGO activities, building intelligence networks through personal connections and interests, rather than simply handing out checks.

Clearly, these tasks had absolutely nothing to do with Ash and the other three. They were now, quite unusually, actually doing the work of professional security consultants, walking around the ship with Razer and getting familiar with the daily work of the security department.

This included patrols, vigilance, rapid response procedures in the event of an attack, and tactical drills by some security departments. During this process, Alexander and Ash offered many helpful suggestions, while Blitzkrieg and Frostflower could only occasionally chime in to discuss some details.

One of them is skilled in wilderness survival and guerrilla warfare, and the other is skilled in hand-to-hand combat. Obviously, neither of them is of any use in this situation. The fighting skills of the Terrans are far more advanced than those on Earth. This is not only because their physical strength can support a large number of movements that are difficult or even impossible for Earthlings, but also because they have extra limbs and extensive experience in cold weapon combat.

This led Blitzkrieg to discover that while their fighting abilities weren't entirely useless, they were only suitable for training new recruits. They were inferior to veterans and even Lungmen cops who had switched sides through Swire.

“I really can’t carry a heavy shield weighing over 100 pounds and fight my way through a crowd, nor do I have a third hand to handle melee weapons,” Blitzkrieg replied to Razer’s question. “So, I really can’t be of much help in this regard, and my linguistic expertise probably won’t be of any use here either.”

"Well, after dinner, I'll take you to the equipment department and the engineering department. Perhaps we can make some improvements to your shield and equipment, of course, if your problem is simply that you can't lift a heavy shield due to your arm strength."

Razer said seriously that she is also an operator who is good with shields and pistols. In a sense, she is an enhanced female version of Blitzkrieg. Even her shield is similar to Blitzkrieg's shield.

It can unleash intense flashes of light, and now it can even release powerful electrical pulses. Combined with the American-style Iaijutsu combat techniques practiced, it is almost a crushing blitzkrieg in close-quarters combat.

After finishing a day's work, or rather, after just a simple visit to familiarize themselves with the area, it was time for dinner. The ship's dining hall was quite large, and the meteorological and radar departments also ate there.

"We're in luck today, we finished work pretty early. What would you like to eat?"

"I'm easy to please," Alexander said. He wasn't picky about food, nor were Frost and Ash. Blitzkrieg, however, was asking if they had German roasted pork knuckles and fried black sausages, preferably with some lemonade, some good whole-wheat toast, and a shot of dark beer.

Interestingly, no sooner had he asked than he discovered that the cafeteria actually had these foods, though they were labeled "Leytanian style".

As for Alexander, although he said he was fine with whatever he wanted, he ultimately chose his familiar borscht, rye bread, and a large bottle of distilled potato liquor. He also brought a large piece of cured pork fat to spread on the bread. He began to wonder if Ursus in this world was an alternate counterpart of his homeland.

"Ursus, well, I'll find you some books to read in a bit and you'll understand. We did go to the Kosichite territory before. In the previous great battle, Ursus and Columbia stopped fighting without a clear winner, and they're still engaged in small-scale skirmishes in the west."

"Hmm..." It sounds more and more like the Soviet Union, but what's with this emperor? Alexander frowned. Reason told him that this was not his country, but emotionally he couldn't help but confuse the two countries that were so similar.

Just as Shuanghua also found it difficult to ignore the information from Da Yan, as a Chinese, her feelings remained merely at the stage of interest, unlike Alexander who felt emotionally unacceptable and uncomfortable.