MTLNOVEL Chapter 544: The Infiltrating Nuclear Submarine
As the First Mecha Combat Brigade arrived at Te Wei City, the Jieke Group's army momentum was growing, already showing signs of mobilizing to launch an attack.
And this scene, seen by those with intent, urgently stirred their hearts, couldn't help but start taking action.
Medical laboratory, restroom.
Ze Meng secretly took out his phone and called an unknown number.
"Captain Wim, yes, it's me, it's me."
"Has the action plan been set? I've already found some suspected areas, can assist with your infiltration."
"No problem, it's all to save You Tai Country; we can't let the Jieke Group continue to persecute us You Tai."
After exchanging a few simple words, Ze Meng was delighted, he would soon meet with the CIA, and with himself as the insider, he would surely find evidence of the Jieke Group producing and releasing the zombie virus.
Thinking so, Ze Meng walked out of the restroom.
However, as soon as he came out, he saw two Faha soldiers standing in front of him.
"You are..."
Ze Meng, with a guilty conscience, felt his heart racing.
The two Faha soldiers exchanged a glance as if confirming they hadn't mistaken the person, and without further ado, grabbed Ze Meng's arms from the left and right, sealing his mouth.
Ze Meng was terrified and began to struggle with all his might.
But his frail body was no match for the two soldiers, and soon his hands and feet were bound, tying him up to a van outside the laboratory.
"What are you doing, help, help!"
Ze Meng shouted in terror, but the area had long been cleared; no one could save him even if he screamed his throat hoarse.
The two Faha soldiers sneered, taking turns punching and kicking, making Ze Meng's face bloom like peach blossoms.
As a virology expert accustomed to a privileged life, the soldier's rough handling was unbearable, making him scream repeatedly and curl up in the van.
"Stop hitting, officer, stop, I'll confess, I'll confess everything. It was the CIA who made me do it; if you need to find someone, find the CIA."
Unable to withstand the pain, Ze Meng sobbed loudly, thinking his cover was blown, decided to come clean.
"CIA, what CIA? Wait, are you a spy?"
The two Faha soldiers were stunned. They responded to a tip-off indicating someone often spoke up for You Tai, prompting them to pay a visit and give this person a good thrashing.
In fact, the informant was some colleagues within the World Health Organization who couldn't stand Ze Meng's reckless speeches due to his You Tai bloodline, so they secretly informed the Faha soldiers.
Upon hearing Ze Meng's sympathies towards You Tai, the Faha soldiers decided to teach him a lesson, but unexpectedly stumbled upon a delightful surprise.
However, sometimes history is so coincidental, novels need logic, but reality does not.
"Speak, tell us everything you know."
The two Faha soldiers were ecstatic; if they could catch a spy, it would surely be a great credit, earning promotions and raises from Jieke Group in no time.
"You aren't here for the CIA? I didn't say anything, I was just spouting nonsense earlier; I know nothing about the CIA."
Ze Meng seemed to realize the misunderstanding, and his heart sank to the depths.
"If you won't talk, let's see how tough you really are."
The two Faha soldiers sneered, and soon Ze Meng's screams filled the van again.
More than half an hour later, after extracting all the information, the two Faha soldiers drove the van, taking the near-dead Ze Meng to the Jieke Group's military camp to claim credit.
As expected, their report received swift attention due to the important CIA intel, with Jieke Group rewarding them satisfactorily.
As for Ze Meng, in the hands of Jieke Group, he would learn the true meaning of a fate worse than death.
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Night!
In the deep waters of the Mediterranean Sea, a large black fish was quietly navigating beneath the surface, though this black fish was quite large, weighing a full 18,000 tons.
Its name was the Florida-class Strategic Missile Nuclear Submarine, a fourth-generation strategic missile submarine of the Beautiful Country, part of the Ohio-class, powered by an S8G reactor, with an underwater speed of 25 knots, a maximum diving depth exceeding 240 meters, equipped with 24 Trident II submarine-launched ballistic missiles, and four 533mm torpedo tubes.
This is Beautiful Country's ace under the deep sea; its ballistic missiles can carry nuclear warheads, serving as a strategic deterrent.
Currently, there are 22 Ohio-class strategic missile nuclear submarines in the Beautiful Country, which gradually entered service in the 1980s. However, the earlier ones, due to hull aging, could no longer bear the task of strategic nuclear deterrent patrols, hence Beautiful Country transformed them into cruise missile nuclear submarines equipped with conventional guided missiles.
Such a nuclear submarine can carry up to a hundred Battle Axe cruise missiles and can also accommodate a maximum of two special forces delivery systems, transporting special operations forces, capable of a single trip carrying 66 special soldiers to execute top-secret missions.
It must be said that Beautiful Country is lavish, directly using four precious nuclear submarines to carry cruise missiles, using an 18,000-ton nuclear submarine to transport special operations forces, executing conventional strikes and special operations.
The Florida-class Strategic Missile Nuclear Submarine is such a modified nuclear submarine that doesn't partake in conventional military deployments but is instead specifically used to carry out critical covert missions.
At this moment, the time has already reached the early hours of the morning, and the surface of the Mediterranean is quiet, with only slight waves undulating.
Captain Flack Leonard of the Florida Nuclear Submarine looked at the time and calmly issued orders.
"Arrived at the target location, deploy the special forces and CIA personnel."
"Yes!"
In the specially designed decompression chamber of the submarine, 40 Seal Assault Team soldiers from the Beautiful Country, along with 5 CIA members who have undergone special training, were fully equipped for underwater combat, ready and waiting.
As the watertight doors leading into the submarine opened one by one, the chamber began to fill with seawater. Once the chamber was filled with water and the pressure inside balanced with that outside the submarine, the fully armed special soldiers of the Seal Assault Team, wearing masks, flippers, rubber suits, and oxygen tanks, opened the hatch, left the submarine, and began swimming towards the coast with large flippers propelling their feet.
The temperature of the Mediterranean waters is a few degrees lower than the Atlantic, putting a significant test on the endurance of the moving special forces.
If it weren't for the fact that the personnel performing the mission were all carefully selected soldiers, many would likely not have enough strength to swim to the shore within the scheduled time.
When they all swam to the shore, many were already drenched in sweat and exhausted.
"Safe!"
The team leader of the Seal Assault Team, Gars Hunter, was the first to survey the surrounding environment. The shoreline was very quiet in the deep night, with only the sound of the sea breeze blowing and waves lapping against the beach, allowing him to breathe a little easier.
Taking out a wireless communication device, Gars reported the status to the Florida Nuclear Submarine.
"Swimming group frequency accessed!"
"The swimming group has successfully landed, and we continue to cruise offshore, awaiting pickup."
"Report surroundings, maintain vigilance."
Captain Flack constantly issued orders, maintaining a high level of alertness. After all, they were facing the Jieke Group, and missions related to them always bore the highest risks and mortality rates.
As the Seal Assault Team slightly recovered their strength on the shore, changed clothes and equipment, and moved inland.
On the Florida Nuclear Submarine, a sonar operator suddenly furrowed his brow, his expression becoming solemn as he captured unusual sounds.
"Vessel, bearing 1-7-0, moving."
The sonar operator promptly spoke up to alert the captain.
"What type of vessel? Escort ship, merchant ship, or fishing boat?"
Captain Flack quickly walked to the sonar operator's side, asking repeatedly.
The sonar operator, wearing headphones, continued to listen to the subtle oscillations captured by the passive sonar in the sea.
The submarine soldiers on the Florida were also becoming somewhat tense. Although intelligence suggested that the Jieke Group hadn't deployed any warships in the Mediterranean, their cutting-edge technology was ever-popular, so who knew if they had secretly built a warship and slipped into the Mediterranean.
"Cavitation effect, propeller speed 103, four-bladed propeller, it's the Chicken Country's escort ship, Gaziantep."
This announcement from the sonar operator prompted everyone on the scene to collectively breathe out a sigh of relief, their tense expressions relaxing.
"So it was just the Chicken's escort ship, gave me a scare."
Many people patted their chests, showing a mixture of expressions as they found amusement in their own overly tense conduct.
But just when everyone was letting down their guard, the sonar operator's expression suddenly changed drastically, alarming him to stand up with a shout: "Not good, there's a splash, bearing 3-9-1, possibly a sonar buoy dropped by an anti-submarine helicopter."
Splish-splash!
A scene of panic erupted, with everyone's faces turning pale.
The greatest strength of a submarine lies in its stealth, and its greatest fear is being detected by the enemy.
Once a submarine is discovered, it becomes almost like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, only able to dodge and hide.
Flack's facial muscles twitched as he issued a stern order: "Enter ultra-silent mode, maintain radio silence, all soldiers to combat stations, submarine reverse 4, reduce speed to 3 knots, continue diving a hundred meters."
On the Florida Nuclear Submarine, the submariners began to run, quickly donning life jackets, and heading to their respective posts.
"Sonar surge, they're searching for our position."
The sonar operator reported again, as sweat drenched everyone on the nuclear submarine, all hoping the submarine could evade sonar detection.
"The Jieke Group, it must be the Jieke Group, our plan has been leaked."
Flack's face was ghastly as he realized they had just arrived, and the Jieke Group's anti-submarine helicopter had already come looking for them — clearly a trap set specifically for them.
Flack didn't know that the sonar buoys weren't dropped by an anti-submarine helicopter, but by a Luanyang Air-Space Strategic Bomber.
In the pitch-black night, the Luanyang Air-Space Strategic Bomber streaked across the sky, flying low over the Mediterranean, stirring the sea waves into a fury with the wild wind.