At a depth of 200 meters in the deep sea, a huge, dark blue submarine is slowly rising to the surface.

In the dim seawater, its long, streamlined hull imposingly extruded rows of white foam.

From a distance, it looks exactly like a ferocious deep-sea shark...

......

"Report to the captain: Main thrust has been completed, tilt angle 10 degrees, speed 0.35."

"Okay, open the main ballast tank and perform a drainage operation to speed up the ascent."

"clear!"

"At the same time, shut down the active sonar, prepare to deploy the periscope, and closely monitor the surrounding sea conditions."

"receive!"

"Report the water discharge time."

"Report: The main ballast water tank is full of gas. Balance water tanks No. 1 and No. 2 have begun to inflate at a rate of 0.5. They are expected to rise to the surface in 7 minutes."

"Very good, all crew members, maintain Level 1 alert."

"yes!"

......

Inside the submarine's command center, a burly 40-year-old white man was intently watching the sonar display screen.

Ten hours earlier, the nuclear submarine USS Miami, which he commanded, had inadvertently entered this strange sea area.

After that, all their contact with the outside world was completely cut off.

Telegraph signals were blocked, and even active sonar emitted from the seabed became ineffective.

They were as if they had suddenly become deaf and blind, and could only continue sailing forward by inertia.

Wilson initially thought the submarine had only temporarily encountered underwater electromagnetic interference.

Once we get out of this interference zone, communication and detection will quickly return to normal.

Midway through the voyage, the Miami attempted to surface several times, but still could not send or receive any signals.

This extremely bizarre phenomenon left Captain Wilson completely baffled.

"God, what have we encountered?"

When Wilson was young, he read many cases of supernatural phenomena related to the Bermuda Triangle.

He understood that there were many magical places on this planet that modern science could not explain.

......

This tedious underwater journey finally came to an end after 10 hours.

Fortunately, the nuclear submarine regained its sonar function as soon as it broke through the shielded sea area.

Using the echoes from active sonar, they discovered a huge island two kilometers away.

In the vast ocean, this island appeared so abruptly.

Therefore, the Miami was not in a hurry to dock.

Instead, they made a concerted effort to contact the carrier fleet and naval command.

To Wilson's great dismay, the telegrams still could not be sent or received normally.

It's as if they've just escaped from a cage, only to find themselves trapped on an information island.

......

A few minutes later, the massive Miami finally surfaced.

Through the periscope, a huge island 2 kilometers away can be seen.

The majestic mountains are covered with lush, dense forests.

At the foot of the mountain, a long, light yellow sandy beach is surrounded by rows of coconut groves.

Such a beautiful and magnificent view!

"God, where is this place?"

Wilson's eyes reluctantly left the periscope.

He turned around and gave the order to activate the active sonar again.

Inside the submarine's command center.

The sonar scanning sound, "beep...beep...beep...", was exceptionally jarring.

For some reason, Wilson felt a sudden surge of tension.

"Captain, active sonar data is being collected."

"We have scanned the sea areas to the east and west, and found no abnormalities within 30 nautical miles."

"Sonar signal on the island is normal; seabed topographic mapping is underway..."

Wilson nodded silently, casually unbuttoned a button around his neck, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Throughout the journey, his nerves were constantly on edge, never relaxing for a moment.

Although the island in front of us looks a bit strange, it is safe overall.

Because this should be a deserted island with no inhabitants.

For the USS Miami, there is no threat whatsoever as long as there is no human civilization.

"Active sonar continues scanning... No abnormalities detected so far..."

Suddenly, the red alarm lights inside the submarine came on, and a sharp alarm sounded throughout the ship's cabins.

"Alarm! Alarm!"

"Two incoming attack torpedoes detected at a depth of 30 meters and a distance of 1 nautical mile!"

"Torpedo approach speed: 65 knots, estimated arrival time: 56 seconds..."

The urgent alarm and the sonar operator's repeated reports tightened Wilson's nerves, which had just relaxed.

He immediately observed the trajectories of the two torpedoes and broke out in a cold sweat.

The appearance of these two torpedoes was too bizarre.

There are no underwater ships at all in the water 1 nautical mile away, so how did they appear?

Could it be that there are ghosts underwater?

Or perhaps it's some kind of stealth submarine that's ahead of its time?

But a completely invisible submarine? Undetectable even by sonar? How could it possibly exist?

Los Angeles-class attack submarine, USS Miami

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South of Wenmi Island, in sea area No. 17.

Inside the Type 633 conventional-powered attack submarine, 48-year-old Captain Qin Ling stared intently at the screen with a serious expression.

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