126: Don't vomit, this is a limited edition coffin.

The submarine was still sinking.

The creaking sound grew louder and louder, a premonition of the pressure hull about to collapse.

Chen Mo leaned against the wall, patting his pocket.

The pack of cigarettes was soaked through, turning into a pulpy mess.

"Not even a last cigarette before dying..."

Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, contemplating how to write a heroic suicide note.

Clang!

A muffled metallic thud came from above.

Followed by the sound of machinery meshing.

Chen Mo suddenly looked up.

He saw the cover of the resupply port, originally used for loading torpedoes, slowly opening above him.

A strong beam of light shone down, blinding him.

A round, giant orange capsule-like object, suspended by a thick steel cable, was forcibly lowered inside.

The capsule's hatch sprang open.

Su Qingxue's face, dirty but still breathtakingly beautiful, peered out.

She held a flare gun in her hand and shouted down:

"What are you looking at?! Do you want me to come down and invite you?!"

Chen Mo was stunned.

His mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

"You... you didn't leave?"

"If we left, who would collect your corpse?"

Nightingale's voice came from behind, cold but incredibly pleasant to hear.

"This escape pod is too small for three people. We modified the spare torpedo launch tube. Hurry up! The steel cable won't hold much longer!"

"I knew it! I knew the organization wouldn't abandon me!"

Chen Mo instantly recovered his full vitality.

The tragic and desolate atmosphere from earlier vanished without a trace.

He eyed the swaying steel cable, took a running start, and jumped.

At this moment, his jumping ability was comparable to Michael Jordan possessed.

Thump.

His hands gripped the handrail below the capsule tightly.

"Pull! Pull it up!" Su Qingxue shouted.

The winch roared.

The capsule began to ascend rapidly.

Just as Chen Mo's feet left the submarine's deck.

Boom—!!!

The submarine below completely disintegrated.

The immense water pressure instantly flattened the steel behemoth, and a terrifying whirlpool formed beneath their feet.

If he had been a second later, he would have become a compressed biscuit.

Chen Mo was pulled into the capsule.

The hatch slammed shut with a bang.

The world instantly fell silent, leaving only the sound of three people's breathing.

This place was indeed small. The three of them were squeezed together in an extremely intimate posture.

Su Qingxue was pressed into the corner, Chen Mo was practically draped over her, and Nightingale was curled up in the driver's seat operating the control panel.

"Your hand."

Su Qingxue said through gritted teeth.

"Huh?" Chen Mo was still savoring the joy of surviving.

"Your hand! It's covered in blood! Where are you pressing?!"

Chen Mo looked down.

His dirty hand was pressed against Su Qingxue's expensive custom-made assault jacket, and the position... was a little awkward.

"Well... if I didn't hold on tight, with that kind of turbulence just now..." Chen Mo tried to explain.

"Shut up."

Su Qingxue didn't push him away, she just turned her head, her earlobes slightly red.

It was unclear if she was angry or embarrassed.

"It will take another five minutes to surface."

Nightingale looked back, her gaze sweeping over the two of them, a playful curve forming at the corner of her lips. "Looks like I won't need to adjust the cabin temperature."

Chen Mo chuckled awkwardly, released his hand, and retreated to his corner.

He felt the pacemaker in his pocket.

It was still beating.

[Remaining disguise time: 2 minutes]

"Um... there's something I need to tell you."

Chen Mo pulled out the metal disc with the blinking green light.

"This thing is going to explode in two minutes."

Dead silence filled the cramped cabin.

Su Qingxue: "..."

Nightingale: "..."

Two seconds later.

"Throw it out!!!" Both women screamed simultaneously.

"That's deep sea! There's pressure! If we open the hatch, we'll all die!" Chen Mo hugged the pacemaker tightly. "We can only wait until we surface!"

"How much longer until we surface?" Su Qingxue asked Nightingale.

"About... two and a half minutes." Nightingale's voice was trembling.

"..."

Chen Mo stared at the countdown in his hand.

Then looked at the observation window above, which was still pitch black.

"Um, I have a question."

Chen Mo swallowed hard.

"Is this what they call a race against time?"

"Boss Su, is this considered an urgent work injury? Can I get reimbursed for emotional damages when we get back?"

"Thirty seconds."

Chen Mo stared fixedly at the blinking red countdown on his retina.

[1:58]

[1:57]

"We still need two and a half minutes to surface, but my 'Disguise Experience Card' expires in less than two minutes."

Chen Mo felt the blood vessels in his brain straining one by one; the side effects of simulating an abnormal heartbeat were starting to manifest.

Nausea, dizziness.

It was like riding a carousel for three days and three nights straight, then being forced to drink a large bucket of expired lard.

"This means that even if we're lucky enough not to be crushed, we'll be caught by that big firework below when we're still fifty meters from the surface."

Chen Mo wiped his nose, his hand covered in blood.

"Can't you make this iron lump go faster? Even if we speed, there's no traffic cop to give us a ticket!"

Nightingale's fingers flew across the control panel, moving so fast they left afterimages.

"This is a cargo capsule modified from a torpedo, not a Ferrari."

She didn't look back, her voice taut like a string. "Buoyancy is constant, unless..."

"Unless what?" Su Qingxue asked urgently.

"Unless we jettison ballast."

Nightingale suddenly turned, her eyes fierce. "But this cabin is already unstable. If we throw away the bottom's stabilizing gyroscope and backup battery, we'll tumble up like a ping-pong ball."

"Rolling up is better than blowing up!"

Chen Mo felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the system's warning sound had turned into a continuous buzzing.

[Warning: Mental Threshold Critical Point]

[Warning: Recommended to stop simulation immediately]

"Throw it!"

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, squeezing out a single word. "Throw it quickly! Throw anything! You can even throw me out!"

"Hold on tight."

Nightingale didn't hesitate, smashing her fist through the red emergency release cover and pressing down hard.

Bang!

A muffled thud came from the bottom of the cabin.

It was the sound of the explosive bolts detonating.

Immediately after, a huge force pushed them back.

No, it wasn't a pushing force.

It was the feeling of being stuffed into a washing machine and then thrown from the tenth floor.

"Ugh—!"

Su Qingxue grunted, her entire body uncontrollably crashing into Chen Mo.

In the confined space, the three of them instantly collided into a heap, like dice in a shaker cup.

The escape pod, having lost its gyroscope, began to spin wildly.

The world spun upside down.

Chen Mo's face was pressed against the cold cabin wall, and the next second, Su Qingxue's shoulder violently jabbed his stomach.

"Ugh—"

"Swallow it!" Su Qingxue shrieked. "This place is sealed! If you dare to puke..."

"It's a physiological reaction... ugh..."

Chen Mo desperately covered his mouth, his face pale.

But his other hand still clutched the hot pacemaker tightly.

Even amidst such violent tumbling, his fingers maintained an absolutely stable pressing rhythm.

That was the burning desire to survive.

[0:59]

[0:58]

Time passed too slowly.

Every second was stretched into the longest torment of his life.

Chen Mo felt his brain matter had been thoroughly shaken.

Warm liquid began to flow from his ears.

It was a precursor to eardrum perforation.

The numbers on the depth gauge were flashing wildly.

-200 meters.

-150 meters.

-100 meters.

Almost there.

But the countdown was faster.

[0:15]

[0:14]

"Not fast enough!"

Chen Mo roared, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed charcoal. "Is there anything else we can throw? Clothes? Shoes? Even your LV bag!"

"Shut up!"

Nightingale gripped the joystick tightly, trying to stabilize their posture. "Fifty meters left! Sprint!"

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