June 2, Pacific Ocean.
On this ocean, in addition to Tiandu, a floating island in the sky, and Hell Island, which is twenty nautical miles east of it, the empire also has five maritime fortresses. The closest fortress to the empire's center is the number one naval fortress in the Central Pacific. All the elites of the Royal Fleet are gathered here, and this fortress is also equipped with nuclear weapons.
At nine o'clock that morning, a phone rang in the office of General Andrew, the top commander of the fortress. The moment the ringing sound came, he instinctively went to pick up the phone on the table. After picking it up, he found that there was a call coming from the receiver. It was a busy signal, but the ringtone was still ringing.
His expression changed suddenly. At this moment, Andrew's neck became stiff. He turned his head and looked at the other phone in the corner of the room, almost unable to believe his eyes and ears.
But apparently the red light on that phone was flashing.
"I'm Andrew." He answered directly after picking up.
On the other end of this phone, there can only be two voices. The first is the emperor, Wittstock V; the second is the current warden of Tidal Prison, Jefferson.
"I'm Jefferson, can you hear my voice?"
"Yes, but please tell me the security password."
"Ship in a bottle." Jefferson immediately said the secret code.
Andrew said: "What instructions do you have?"
"Please carry out a nuclear strike on Hell Island as soon as possible." Jefferson's tone was calm, not like he was joking.
Andrew was silent for a few seconds: "This matter is not trivial. I need to ask Tiandu for instructions."
"That's within my authority," Jefferson added.
"I understand, but a nuclear strike will have an impact on Tiandu, and it must be reported to the superiors before execution."
"Then after you end this call, immediately use this phone to contact the emperor and tell him that the prison is completely out of control and two nuclear bombs need to be used immediately..."
"What did you say?" Andrew interrupted: "Two? To the same place? At sea?"
Jefferson said: "Yes, one nuclear bomb may not be able to wipe out all the prisoners here. You can imagine what will happen if there are only a few ability users or mutants who can survive the nuclear strike and leave the prison and return to the outside. s consequence."
Andrew's cold sweat had already fallen from his forehead: "Do you know what you are doing? Mr. Warden?"
In a matter-of-fact tone, Jefferson replied word for word: "Stand your post and die for your country."
Andrew didn't know whether the other person said these eight words to himself, or whether he was explaining his determination. In short, the call ended here.
Andrew didn't give himself much time to be stunned. He stretched out his old arms and legs, rushed to the desk, and connected to the command center of the fortress: "I am General Andrew. This is an emergency, red alert level, all soldiers of the fortress." Enter the war preparation state. No matter who is in the control room, connect to the satellite immediately. I want to see the overhead image of Hell Island within three minutes! In addition, send a few submarines over to see the underwater situation. Be careful to keep your distance and don’t rely on it. Too close, and there may be an order for a nuclear strike soon."
When the soldiers of the First Fortress heard this, their minds felt like they were swept by a tornado, and they were collectively short-circuited for a while. It was not until the command headquarters issued orders to the officers of each department one by one that they understood the seriousness of the situation.
Andrew actually spoke to the emperor, and he received a decisive and affirmative answer.
A few minutes later, the court also fell into chaos. The ministers were busy holding an emergency meeting while activating Tiandu's emergency evacuation plan, and the floating island was preparing to start moving westward. Although Tiandu can defend against nuclear weapons, it is always right to stay far away.
Andrew hung up the phone and rushed to the headquarters. When he walked in, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. An officer holding a microphone turned back and said: "General, we are preparing to contact your office..."
Andrew waved his hand, meaning, needless to say, I saw it.
He walked step by step to the computer screen at the headquarters and stared at the images from the satellite. Hell Island actually floated up from the bottom of the sea! it's out of the question! The ocean current changes once every nine days have never changed. It stands to reason that the day is the day when the sea water recedes and Hell Island is revealed. How could it come out of the sea one day earlier
If you take a closer look, it's not just that the upper part of the island is emerging from the bottom of the sea. Hell Island is rising into the sky. The height of the island is obviously far higher than the normal altitude. What is happening in front of you is not a cycle of the sea area. The sexual level is falling, but a giant continent is rising…
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At three o'clock in the morning that day, somewhere under the sea.
A black submarine is heading towards Hell Island at high speed.
In this pitch-black realm under the deep sea, it seems like another universe. Some light sources are intentionally installed around the submarine to prevent schools of fish or giant marine creatures from crashing into it in the darkness.
This submarine is sword-shaped, ten meters high, eight meters wide, and ninety-eight meters long. It can travel at a speed of more than fifty knots per hour. Its external armor is made of dark alloy materials. It is silent underwater and has both radar and sonar. Unable to detect.
In the bridge of the submarine, the gunsmith sat on the commander's throne. In the cabin of a star player to his left, facing the 120-degree operating screen, a warlock was busy as if convulsing. Sitting on the operating table to his right was It's the marshal. The consultant, accountant, Snake Gambler, Darkwater, Spyton, and Stranger were all staying on the bridge. The consultant was also running around with great interest, as if he was visiting a spaceship.
"It won't arrive in another three or four hours. You don't have to all stand here to watch, right?" the gunsmith said.
"What can we do if we don't watch? Why don't we take advantage of these few hours to get some sleep?" the consultant asked.
"If you have time to watch, why don't you help us keep an eye on the data on the instruments. There are many places where no one is looking." The marshal said in a childlike voice.
"I don't understand." Spayton replied decisively.
But the consultant said something very rude: "Is there a Gundam in the submarine? I can be the pilot. At my level, I'm definitely a few steps ahead."
The gunsmith looked back at him seriously and said, "Even if there is, I will be the one to fire it."
"Oh? Really?" The consultant looked excited.
At this time, Tianyi's voice sounded on the radio: "Dear colleagues, please pay attention, the plan is scheduled to be implemented at 8 a.m. today, June 2nd. According to my estimation, after you get on the ship from South America, By now, the excitement should be over."
The gunsmith shouted: "You overestimate them!"
Tian Yiyi said: "Okay, okay... In any case, from now on, you still have to be cautious and cannot rule out the possibility of being detected by the naval fortress, so you should enter stealth mode. I will contact you again before taking action."
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