louisehourcade Chapter 241 The Hunt!
Chapter 241 The Hunt!
The deputy swallowed hard.
"Forty-five sections!"
Ang Tun's smile froze.
Forty-five sections?
Forty-five knots underwater?
He served in the military for twenty years and had seen data on submarines from various navies.
The world's fastest attack submarine has a top underwater speed of only 35 knots.
What is the concept of 45 sections?
"distance?"
"Two kilometers! Moving forward—wait—"
The deputy's voice suddenly rose.
"It's gone! The signal's gone!"
Ang Tun's pupils contracted sharply.
"What do you mean?"
"The sonic boom is gone! It's like... it vanished into thin air!"
A brief silence fell over the cockpit.
Then--
The ship jolted violently.
It wasn't an impact.
It is the change in water pressure caused when a huge object passes over the bottom of a ship at high speed.
Everyone felt it.
The steel plate beneath my feet was trembling.
The cup on the table slipped and shattered on the floor.
Ang Tun clung tightly to the railing.
"It's below us!"
Before he could finish speaking...
To the port side, the sea exploded.
A black figure shot out from underwater, drawing a perfect arc in the air.
A streamlined body, six meters long.
The armor was as black as ink.
The high-frequency oscillating cutting teeth reflected a cold, metallic luster under the sunlight.
The sea-devouring shark.
Like a torpedo launched from the air, it flipped 180 degrees in the air before plunging headfirst into the center of the speedboat on the left.
The speedboat broke in half.
The dozen or so armed men on board were thrown into the sea along with the shattered hull before they even had a chance to scream.
The sea-devouring shark pierced through the speedboat wreckage and disappeared back into the water.
The whole process took less than two seconds.
Ang Tun's mind went blank.
He watched as a twelve-meter-long armed speedboat was torn apart like paper, and the black thing didn't even slow down.
"Fire! Fire!!"
His voice changed tone.
The machine gunners on deck reacted, and the DShK heavy machine guns began to fire wildly across the sea.
The 12.7mm warhead struck the water's surface, creating a series of water jets.
But what to fight?
The target has returned to underwater.
The soundboard was clean and clear.
There was nothing there.
Ang Tun's back was covered in cold sweat.
"Deep-water bombs! Drop them! Drop them now!"
The launch rack at the stern was activated, and the first depth charge rolled into the sea.
It was detonated when it sank to a depth of 30 meters.
boom--
A huge column of water shot into the sky, and the shockwave made the transport ship shake several times.
"Throw it again! Throw it all in!"
The second one. The third one.
The continuous explosions blasted white walls of water across the sea.
Ang Tun's hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Did it explode?
The deputy's trembling voice came from the soprano room.
"No...no hit signal...the target is not within the blast radius..."
Ang Tun's expression changed completely.
The next second—
A sharp, metallic whistling sound came from the bottom of the speedboat on the right.
Everyone saw a blue-white beam of light cut straight up from underwater at the keel of the speedboat.
Deep-sea high-pressure water jet.
The light traveled in a perfect straight line from bow to stern.
The speedboat split in two, as if a zipper had been pulled open.
The two sections of the ship tilted to either side, and the crew and weapons slid into the sea with a splash.
Ang Tun stood on the bridge of the transport ship, his legs trembling.
Eighty people.
Two speedboats.
Less than a minute.
It's all gone.
Only his transport ship remained.
The sea has returned to calm.
Wood chips and oil spilled across the water's surface.
Several people who had fallen into the water were crying and struggling.
No one went to save them.
Because everyone was staring at the sea.
Waiting for that black shadow to reappear.
ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
Thirty seconds.
Nothing happened.
Ang Tun's breathing had just eased slightly—
"Thump."
A dull thud.
It came from the bottom of the ship.
It was not an attack.
It's more like—knocking on the door.
Everyone simultaneously looked down at the deck beneath their feet.
Second tone.
"Thump."
The boat swayed slightly.
Third tone.
"Thump."
Then--
On the sea surface in the direction of the bow, the waves parted silently.
A sharp, black silhouette slowly emerged from the water.
The sea-devouring shark.
It did not attack.
It floated there, less than twenty meters directly in front of the transport ship.
Quietly.
The armor plating above the cockpit was opened.
A young man stood up.
Backlighting.
The sea breeze ruffled the corner of his salt-stained training uniform.
His expression was indifferent.
The way these people on the boat looked at me was like they were looking at a group of ants who didn't know what was going to happen to them.
On the deck, a machine gunner with trembling hands instinctively turned his gun towards him.
Zhang Yan's gaze swept over.
Just a glance.
The machine gunner's finger was frozen on the trigger, as if it were frozen in place.
He can't let it go.
It can't be closed.
Zhang Yan withdrew his gaze and looked at the Angtun on the driver's seat.
"Are you the head?"
The sound wasn't loud.
The sea breeze carried each word clearly.
Ang Tun's lips were trembling.
He was a ruthless man who dominated northern Myanmar for twenty years.
He's killed people, been shot, and crawled out of piles of corpses.
But at that moment, he felt his knees going weak.
It's not that I'm afraid of dying.
It is the kind of fear that arises from an uncontrollable biological instinct when faced with absolute force majeure.
Zhang Yan waited for three seconds.
No response was received.
His lips twitched slightly.
"The last time."
"Are you the head?"
Ang Tun's Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice.
His mind was racing.
escape?
Where can we escape to?
The wreckage of the two speedboats was still floating on the sea, and more than thirty people were struggling in the water.
This transport ship has a top speed of fourteen knots.
That thing on the other side is 45 knots underwater.
run?
What a joke.
beat?
The DShK and ZPU-4 are still on the deck.
But he had just witnessed the mechanical shark slice the twelve-meter armed speedboat in two like it was cutting tofu.
What layer of armor can a 12.7mm bullet penetrate?
He dared not gamble.
There is only one option left.
Ang Tun loosened his grip on the railing.
He glanced at his deputy beside him.
The deputy's face was even paler than his.
Ang Tun turned around and walked step by step down the iron ladder of the bridge to the deck.
The armed men on deck held their guns, but none of them dared to fire.
Their eyes were all fixed on the young man standing on the back of the black giant shark on the sea surface.
Ang Tun walked to the side of the ship.
He and Zhang Yan were separated by less than twenty meters of sea.
"I am."
His voice was more steady than he had expected.
"Ang Tun. Second-in-command of the Golden Snake Gang."
Zhang Yan looked at him.
"Who sent you?"
Ang Tun hesitated for a fraction of a second.
"Nobody asked me to come."
He told the truth.
"My men saw your... iron tiger in the jungle. I want it."
Zhang Yan remained silent.
He just looked at Ang Tun.
That gaze carried no anger, no murderous intent, and not even any emotion.
Just watching.
Like a person deciding whether or not to step on a cockroach at their feet.
That kind of gaze is more terrifying than murderous intent.