"Stop joking. Tell the old Taoist priest to wait a few more days. If there are any problems, we'll deal with them when I get here."

"Received, boss!"

......

After hanging up the phone, Lin Dong leaned against the headboard for a while, lost in thought, before slowly putting on his shirt.

"You...are you leaving?"

Sun Jialu's slightly murmured voice reached my ears.

Lin Dong turned to the side and smiled: "Did I wake you up?"

"Okay, Dong-ge, when are you leaving?"

Sun Jialu pressed her body closer to Lin Dong, with a hint of helplessness and attachment.

"As early as tonight, or at the latest tomorrow, what's wrong? You can't bear to part with me?"

Lin Dong stared intently into her beautiful eyes and said mischievously.

Sun Jialu's pretty face flushed red, as red as a ripe apple. She let out a soft moan, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.

Such a charming demeanor stirred Lin Dong's heart.

His body reacted immediately, and he couldn't help but press his lips against hers again...

.....................................

June 8th, late at night.

Lin Dong boarded the Type 633 No. 1 submarine once again.

Target: Australia.

After a series of modifications, the No. 1 submarine achieved a surface speed of 21 knots and a submerged speed of 15 knots.

From Dragon Island to Geelong, a submarine can reach the destination in just over 50 hours at full speed.

When 633 is in stealth mode, it's like a terrifying deep-sea ghost.

Sonar and radar scanning are useless to it.

Therefore, every time it goes on a long trip, 633 sails with great fanfare, sometimes on the surface of the water and sometimes sinking into the deep sea.

They completely ignore the so-called threats from the outside world.

In this vast ocean, it is the only one that provokes others, while others cannot even catch a glimpse of its shadow, let alone have the opportunity to provoke it.

Thus, Qinling's ambitions grew day by day.

He longed for another epic ocean hunting battle.