Chapter 82 Deliberate Exposure: Scaring You to Death
Inside the Seawolf, Colonel Smith's roaring continued.
He had completely lost the composure and calmness that a top submarine captain should have.
That mysterious melody from the East was like a heavy hammer, completely shattering the psychological defenses he had built up with pride and arrogance.
Inside the command center of the "Little Black Fish," Commander Zhao Tiezhu was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight.
He clutched his stomach, tears streaming down his face.
"Oh no, I can't take it anymore... Hahahaha... News Broadcast..."
"This girl...this girl is a genius!"
"Using the evening news to scare the US? Who could have come up with that tactic?!"
Professor Liang and Chen Zhiyuan, the two old scholars, couldn't help but laugh, their lips curving upwards in a wide smile.
They knew this was more than just a prank.
This is a culturally-level attack that reduces the scope of the attack.
An absolute confidence that "I will not only crush you technically, but also tease you mentally."
"Alright, alright, stop playing around."
Zhao Tiezhu laughed for a long time before finally recovering.
He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and the smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a cold, hunter-like sharpness.
"The cat-and-mouse game is over."
"It's time to let this mouse see what a cat looks like."
He turned around and gave the order to Lin Jianguo.
"Active sonar, activate!"
"Turn the power to maximum!"
"Give it a good whack on the backside!"
"yes!"
A glint of excitement flashed in Lin Jianguo's eyes.
After holding back for so long, it's finally time to show off our muscles!
He reached out and pressed hard on the virtual button on the control panel that was labeled "Active Detection".
There was no sound.
There was no vibration.
Only one invisible sound wave, containing terrifying energy, was suddenly emitted from the head array of the "little black fish"!
400 meters deep in the ocean.
The Seawolf was still performing all sorts of evasive maneuvers like a madman.
The catchy "News Broadcast" continued playing in Tom's headphones.
Sudden!
"Buzz—!!!!!"
A roar, seemingly from a prehistoric beast, exploded in his ears without warning!
The sound was so loud and so domineering!
It was as if someone was simultaneously ringing a bronze bell ten meters in diameter next to both of his ears!
"ah--!!!!"
Tom screamed and ripped off his headphones, blood gushing from his ears.
He felt as if a train had hit him head-on, and the whole world was spinning.
It wasn't just him.
The entire hull of the "Seawolf" groaned under the impact of this high-intensity sound wave.
The lights in the cabin flickered violently a few times, and several instrument panels burst into sparks.
"Report! The sonar system has overloaded and burned out!"
"Report! The fire control radar has malfunctioned!"
"Report! The ship is resonating! Another one and we might fall apart!"
The command center was in complete chaos.
Colonel Smith was stunned by the sudden loud noise and clung tightly to the armrest of the command chair to keep from falling.
His mind went blank.
But as a seasoned veteran, he immediately realized that this was definitely not a ghost!
This is...this is active sonar!
It's another submarine!
A submarine that had been following them without their noticing!
"Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!"
Colonel Smith finally broke free from that supernatural fear, and in its place came a different, more real, and chilling fear.
There are enemies!
A formidable enemy whose technology far surpasses theirs!
Just then, the backup sonar system finally started up.
When the blurry image appeared on the screen, everyone gasped.
Behind them, a clear, streamlined submarine silhouette floated silently.
They had never seen that silhouette in any intelligence documents.
It is larger and has more elegant lines than the Seawolf, exuding a futuristic, sci-fi feel.
It's like... like something that only happens in science fiction movies.
"My God... what is that...?"
Colonel Smith stared blankly at the screen, muttering to himself.
However, the other party did not give him much time to be shocked.
"It moved!"
"My God! It's accelerating!"
On the screen, the black ghost suddenly moved.
Moreover, it was done in a way that completely defies the common sense of physics!
There was no roar of engines, no churning of propellers.
It was like a bullet that had been fired, instantly soaring from a stationary state to a desperate speed!
"Speed... speed of thirty knots!"
"Forty chapters!"
"It's still increasing! Forty-five sections!"
"Fifty knots! My God! Its speed exceeds fifty knots!"
The sonar operator's voice had become sharp and piercing due to extreme shock.
Fifty sections!
What does this mean?
Their ship, the "Seawolf," which is touted as the world's fastest, only has a top speed of 33 knots!
The opponent's speed is almost twice that of theirs!
This is no longer a submarine!
This is an underwater fighter jet!
"It...it's circling around us!"
On the screen, the dot representing "Little Black Fish" resembled a shark toying with its prey, effortlessly drawing one perfect circle after another around the "Sea Wolf".
The "Seawolf," once the king of the deep sea, was now like a clumsy bear with its hands and feet tied, only able to watch helplessly as the other party leaped and jumped around it, unable to even touch its shadow.
Colonel Smith's face was drained of color.
His pride and joy—speed, quietness, and maneuverability—became a complete joke in the face of his opponent.
This is not even a battle on the same level.
This is crushing.
It was a one-sided, predictable, and humiliating crushing defeat!
"Daddy! Look! The big, stupid mouse isn't moving!"
In "Little Black Fish," Zhao Di pointed at the screen and shouted excitedly.
In her opinion, the big rat was dizzy from being spun around.
"Is it trying to admit defeat?"
Zhao Tiezhu sneered.
"Admit defeat? Too late!"
Tell them they are not welcome here.
"Get them out!"
Lin Jianguo nodded.
He maneuvered the submarine, slowly bringing it to a stop directly in front of the "Seawolf," blocking its path.
Then, he activated the underwater communication system and sent a short, plaintext message to the other party using a synthesized, emotionless electronic voice.
There are only two words.
“GET OUT.”
Get out.
This cold, contemptuous message was clearly displayed on the Seawolf's communications screen.
Colonel Smith stared at the two glaring words.
It felt like I'd been slapped twice across the face, and it stung terribly.
shame.
An unprecedented disgrace!
He wanted to retaliate, to launch torpedoes.
But he knew it was no use.
Given the enemy's terrifying speed and maneuverability, his torpedoes couldn't even touch the enemy's exhaust fumes.
The other party could, at any moment, crush him like an ant and send him to the bottom of the sea.
He stared at the black silhouette hovering silently on the screen, like a demon from the abyss.
That was no longer a submarine.
It was an existence beyond his comprehension, one that transcended his time.
Colonel Smith closed his eyes, as if all his strength had been drained away.
He picked up the communicator and, in a hoarse, dry voice filled with endless exhaustion, issued the most humiliating order of his life.
"Turn around..."
"Surfacing..."
"We...go home."
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