Under the vast sea of stars, turbulent waves rolled in a thick, ink-like sea.
The violent sea breeze whizzed past, with icy chills and the smell of sea water.
If you carefully analyze it, you can still smell a hint of gunpowder...
In this seemingly calm sea, a giant ship over a hundred meters in length, like a giant monster in the sea, is quietly floating on the sea.
Only when we are approaching can we see clearly that this is actually a submarine made of steel!
At this moment, an oriental classical beauty woman wearing a black tight leather jacket, black hair with a long ponytail, plump body and explosive allure, is standing eagerly on the deck of the submarine.
Beside the woman is a tall blond man with a slightly thin figure.
The man was wearing a navy coat, looking at the western sea with a smile on his face, with a relaxed expression on his tough face.
Behind this man and woman, there is a team of soldiers in uniform navy uniforms, but there is no national flag sign, but on the chest, a dazzling and terrifying skull pattern is outlined with silver lines!
The blond man noticed the worries of the oriental beauties around him, and smiled gentlemanly in standard London-style English: "Ms. Prajna, don’t worry too much, there is still plenty of time. It’s at least as long as the Navy of China’s Jiangnan Military Region finds us and rushes over. Half an hour."
Prajna was expressionless, and said coldly: "Col. Brewster, I don't care about the Huaxia Navy, I only care about whether Lord Pluto is in trouble."
This blond man, the grandson of Macedonia, Brewster, was just a little bit longer than when he was in the Forgotten Country, and he was not too thin.
In a navy trench coat, returning to the position of a colonel leading the troops, Brewster was less humorous, more calm and reserved.
"The explosives were arranged by Madam Prajna herself, who led the Eight-Differentiation Council's Shangren. You should know the power of those explosives better than anyone else, and they are nothing to the Lord Pluto.
As for the torpedoes and Tomahawk cruise missiles launched by our fleet, they were requested by Lord Pluto. He naturally knew the consequences and would not do anything to harm him. "Brewster said.
A somewhat complicated emotion flashed in Prajna's eyes, and he turned his head subconsciously, and glanced at the iron-blooded soldier behind him...
In addition to the nuclear submarine underneath, just now, there were two frigates and a guided missile destroyer.
All of them are the most advanced naval equipment of various countries, and even because of some special modifications, they are much more technologically advanced than the US and Russian fleets!
Hundreds of soldiers like the regular army, following Brewster's command, completed the launch of dozens of Tomahawk missiles based on the coordinates sent by Yang Chen, all in one go!
After the battle order ended, the fleet sailed to the open sea, while the nuclear submarine stayed and waited for Yang Chen.
Prajna hardly dared to imagine why Yang Chen would have a super fleet with such sophisticated equipment and so magical that it could not enter the Huaxia Sea without being discovered!
This is not only a question of financial resources, but a powerful channel and a broad appeal to build success.
With such a fleet, it is probably not a problem to attack the United States, because the US military will not discover the whereabouts of this fleet until it is hit!
Had it not been for Yang Chen's participation in the action this time for Shangren, who led her to lead the Eight-Differentiation Council, Prajna would not have dared to imagine that Yang Chen's subordinates would still have such a power...
"Colonel, can you tell me your fleet and its name? I have never heard of a mercenary of this size." Prajna couldn't help but ask.
Brewster squinted his eyes and smiled: "Ms. Prajna, you are your own, of course you can tell you... But I have to correct one point first, this is not my fleet, this is the private fleet of Lord Pluto.
I'm just the commander of this "ghost fleet". I have the blessing of my father-in-law, General Sauron, and the trust of Lord Hades to lead this fleet.
Our "ghost" is not a mercenary, but is established by the standard of a regular army. Apart from fighting for the Lord Pluto, it is to defend his territory from encroachment. This time it was only a small team from our fleet, because we didn't want the Huaxia government to do it too hard. "
Prajna opened his eyes in shock, and couldn't believe that this was just a small team
She had returned to Yang Chen for quite a while, and she had communicated with Yang Chen's other subordinates, but she didn't want to see only the tip of the iceberg.
In fact, she didn't know that after the last Pluto left, many of the forces that remained were taken over by Yang Chen, so Yang Chen didn't spend much effort and gained a lot of accumulated combat power, otherwise Yang Chen would expand himself all over the world. It will take a lot of years for the power of the country.
It took a long time for Prajna to recover from his incomparable admiration, and at this time, people endured a keen sense of smell and made her aware of the slightest strangeness on the sea!
"Someone is coming... It's Lord Pluto!" Prajna looked at the sea in the distance in surprise.
In front of outsiders, she still wouldn't directly call the word "master".
Brewster also saw people floating on the sea, and he was relieved. He had asked Yang Chen to search for the signal of Yang Chen's mobile phone before, but he found that he could not find it. He was always a little worried.
At this moment, Yang Chen, who was moving fast in the sea with Meng Yue and relying on the strength of one hand and both legs, was embarrassed.
The clothes on his body were basically tattered and almost gone. Although the wounds had healed quickly, it was rather embarrassing to only swim to the location of the submarine.
When fighting against Mengkuo, the law of space could have been used to escape quickly, but first, the law of space is almost ineffective against characters like Mengkuo. It is easy to be intercepted and left a traceable tail. Meng Yue, Yang Chen was even more unsure.
Therefore, I had to use the torpedo to open up the mountain and ocean channel to quickly swim out of the sea.
With Yang Chen's strong physique and familiarity with water, it is not difficult to protect a Meng Yue who has good internal strength from escaping from the sea.
Due to the siege of a large number of cruise missiles, Meng Kuo and several other elders were busy transferring other people, and they had to resist the power of the explosion, so naturally there was no time to manage how Yang Chen escaped.
What made Yang Chen depressed was that the mobile phone was destroyed by strong pressure and lost its function. Fortunately, I had already written down the coordinates that made Brewster wait, and I could still find it here.
Nearly using a non-deceleration swimming sprint, Yang Chen came to the submarine and sent Meng Yue, who was wet and still in a coma, first, gave it to Prajna to hold, and then climbed onto the submarine's deck.
"Lord Hades, the commander of the Ghost Fleet, Brewster, salutes you!" Brewster saluted in awe, and the etiquette that should be done did not fail.
Yang Chen was taking some salty and wet seaweed from his body, throwing it aside, spitting out a few salty saliva, and waving his hand: "Okay, Brewster, although he is carrying out combat orders and not having fun in private, he salutes Let the submarine go to the high seas first, so that the Chinese Navy will not come over and make trouble."
"Yes! Your Excellency! Please enter the submarine!"
Yang Chen nodded and said to the Prajna on the side: "Prajna, look at this woman Meng Yue, she knows her internal strength, you can give her some medicine that can lose combat effectiveness, don't kill her, I have something to ask her. "
Prajna nodded, and looked down at the Meng Yue in his arms. Although the wet hair covered half of his face, he still could see that he was a charming lady, and Prajna couldn't help but a cold color flashed in his eyes.
After entering the submarine cabin, the submarine quickly sank and sailed quickly to the open sea.
With wet steps, Yang Chen walked all the way to the command room, digging his ears, listening to Brewster's battle report.
"Your Excellency, follow your request. This time, the Ghost Fleet Third Squad is sent to perform the task. In addition to the Virginia-class nuclear submarine under our feet, there are also two Bazin-class frigates and an Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyer.
Your private luxury yacht'erebos' is already waiting on the high seas. At our current sailing speed, you can leave the Huaxia waters within half an hour. "
"Um... This kind of battle group is just right, by the way, how many missiles did you launch?" Yang Chen asked.
"There are forty-seven Tomahawk cruise missiles in total," Brewster replied quickly.
Yang Chen couldn't help but pause, and raised his brows and asked: "How is the market for Tomahawk now?"
"The cost is about 600,000 US dollars, and the starting price is about 700,000 US dollars... Your Excellency, what is this..."
"Why!? Seven hundred thousand!?" Yang Chen raised his voice and said annoyedly: "Why are you fighting so much? Don't the bombing in multiple batches with less and more than just the end?!
You beat me more than 30 million dollars in four rounds! ? Isn't your grandpa very good at settle accounts! ? How did you raise such a prodigal son! ? "
Brewster was aggrieved, but he didn't dare to refute anything. Didn't he think he wanted to cover all firepower? Besides, you didn't tell me to save money...
Yang Chen felt very distressed. Although he had a solid family, he still had a lot of people to support. Fighting these missiles couldn't kill those Meng family bastards. Isn't it a waste
When I thought that the Meng family had so many masters, Yang Chen was a big head again, and when Meng Yue became sober, he had to ask exactly which one he had played.
More than half an hour later, the ghost fleet converged and arrived around a brightly lit luxury yacht on the high seas. This white yacht with a height of four floors and a length of nearly two hundred meters is one of Yang Chen’s personal toys. , Erebos number.