The RV is covered in matte composite armor, with sharp, flowing lines and distinct angles, giving it an inexplicable sense of power.
The outline was faintly visible in the afterglow of the searchlight: a clear layered structure could be seen, with the upper layer seemingly having the outline of a platform, and the lower layer being a wide chassis with huge wheel rim marks.
No mistake! It's definitely the X11!
Tritans's unquestionable command rang out in the cockpit. Valerie's gaze did not waver, but her subordinates acted swiftly and decisively, even ahead of him.
Almost the instant the order was given, a gap slid open in the thick armor on the lower starboard side of the submarine. A mechanical arm, gleaming with a cold metallic light, stabbed into the dark seawater like a lurking creature from the abyss.
The robotic arm threw out five binding spells and specially made chains in succession. The binding chains, shimmering with a faint light, shot out silently, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, weaving into a huge, deadly net that descended upon them.
The target RV maintained its maddeningly steady speed, seemingly oblivious to the impending capture.
"Hmph!" Tritans snorted coldly. He had seen too much of the calm before the prey was caught in the net.
He unconsciously rubbed the edge of a small leather pouch hanging from his waist, which contained a stack of neatly folded talismans.
The sharp clanging of metal echoed jarringly in the deep sea. The chains tightened instantly, and a sudden burst of light tightened, firmly binding the giant RV!
It's done! Valerie smiled, she could even imagine the tearing sound of the chains gnawing at the enemy vehicle's hull.
Her long, sharp eyes were fixed on the live feed in front of her, a cold, barely perceptible glint of mockery flashing deep within her pupils.
The white man's orders came with such grandeur that it was as if this unparalleled hunting plan was entirely the product of the brilliant strategies of this Vice-Captain Tritans.
In fact, she had already made preparations. One binding spell was not enough. If she was going to cast a net, she would cast a big one.
A barely perceptible flicker of annoyance at being overstepped crossed her mind. The corners of her mouth instantly tightened into a straight line. "Never mind," she thought, "I'll bear it. The bigger picture is more important..."
However, just as the five chains were taut to their limit and began to pull with force, an accident occurred.
Without any warning, the chain emitted an extremely sharp and ear-piercing clang at the core point of force, as if it had been forcibly broken!
The light suddenly went out, and then, without warning, the chains snapped before Tritans and Valerie's pupils dilated rapidly!
The broken chain lost its energy and drive, and was instantly seized by the raging countercurrent of the deep sea.
Like a dying steel python, it writhed and rolled wildly, crashing with heavy inertia toward Clinton's W team's submarine matrix!
"Damn it!" Tritans blurted out, instinctively dodging to the side.
A deafening, heart-stopping thud reverberated inside the cockpit.
The entire hull felt as if it had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, and a blinding red warning light flashed on the instrument panel.
A cracking sound! A clear, teeth-grinding cracking sound!
Tritans turned sharply, and the high-strength composite window on the starboard side, capable of withstanding water pressure, was rapidly spreading outwards from the point of impact at the end of the chain.
"Structural damage! But no pressure leak alarm yet! It's alright for now!" came the observer's trembling shout over the communication channel.
Tritans's face instantly turned even darker than the seawater outside: "Who gave you the right to increase the attack on your own initiative?" Valerie, who was being scolded, frowned deeply.
"Plan B activated! All personnel, Plan B activated!"
"Exit! Objective: Capture or destroy the occupants inside the RV!"
Immediately, figures were forced to surge out, forming a turbulent, muddy torrent.
In the era of Dongli, vehicles were limited to transportation and could not be used for offensive purposes; close combat was always more useful than other methods!
Laborers from various departments, equipped with all sorts of weapons, are now surging towards the RVs ahead; clearly, they are attempting to employ a human wave tactic.
They gripped high-pressure water crossbow launchers integrated into their arm armor, heavy deep-sea cutting saws, and a few carried close-range stun batons that flickered with unstable electric arcs, forming a chaotic swarm against the deep blue background.
"Fire! Suppressive fire! Blow that RV apart!" Tritans roared, no longer caring about the giant RV, driven by the belief that "if I can't have it, I'll destroy it."
He refused to believe that such a fierce attack couldn't force the X11 to come out!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! The sharp, distinctive sound of a high-pressure water jet shattering the silence of the deep sea was the first to break through.
Invisible arrows formed by supercompressed water jets slammed into the smooth hull of the RV submarine.
The impact point exploded into a large, murky spray of water, producing a dull, drum-like thud.
These were Clinton's specially made weapons, and all the members were absolutely confident in them. They looked down at the RV with a smug, triumphant smile on their lips.
However, the rapids that were strong enough to tear large holes in an ordinary boat hull crashed into the RV's shell as if hitting an incredibly hard obsidian, leaving only dents and superficial wounds, with the turbid whirlpools quickly smoothed out by the seawater.
Valerie's expression changed, and she took a step back warily: "Oh no, it seems like they can use Shield Wall too." She glanced at Tritans, whose eyes were gleaming, gritted her teeth, and began to command the sawing team.
The ear-piercing sound of the cutting saw rang out instantly, and two of the strongest cleaners, wielding the high-speed rotating cutting saw, fearlessly approached the RV's exterior.
No matter what kind of shield you have, there will inevitably be weaknesses in close combat.
This action indeed angered X11, and a figure dressed in dark gray clothing nimbly emerged from under the RV.
The man was tall and looked like a man.
Valerie hesitated for a few seconds, then shouted with certainty, "Not enough! Turn up the firepower and force the X11 out!"
This is definitely not X11! At least, this can't be Xi Xi!
The next second, the man pulled out a weapon from behind his back—not a water crossbow, not a cutter, but a longbow with an ancient design!
"A bow?!" Tritans scoffed, a sense of absurdity washing over him. It seemed the opponent didn't actually use a shield wall; it was just that the RV was incredibly well-defended.
He relaxed and once again ordered the frontline melee fighters to clean up.
In the deep sea, the three cleanup crew members closest to the RV were the first to react. They adjusted their swimming direction, and the water crossbow sights on their arms instantly locked onto the male archer.
But somehow, they were unable to move. The water-powered crossbows became mere display pieces in their hands as they watched helplessly as the man drew his bowstring taut!
A blinding red light shot out from the bow!
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