46: Chapter 46 The Ghost Wolf Pack! Hunting Down the Deep-Sea Tycoon!

On the floor of the Pacific Ocean, it was dark and lightless.

Fifteen private submarines, coated in dark gray stealth paint, were slowly sailing toward the Noahs Ark Base on the seabed.

These submarines were only half the size of conventional military submarines, but their construction costs were terrifyingly high.

To ensure the comfort of the tycoons on the seabed.

The interior of the submarines was designed entirely after the presidential suites of seven-star hotels.

Inside the lead submarine.

A brilliant crystal chandelier emitted a soft glow.

The floor was covered with thick, handmade Persian carpets.

An elderly white man with graying hair, wearing an expensive silk bathrobe, sat on a leather sofa.

He was Duke William, the patriarch of the oldest financial family in Europe.

On his left and right sat two blonde models with hot bodies.

Both models were wearing only bikinis and were diligently peeling grapes for the old man.

"Lord Duke, will we still be able to eat fresh fruit when we arrive at Noahs Ark?" asked the model on the left, acting coquettishly.

Duke William stroked the model's smooth thigh and laughed, "Of course. Inside Noahs Ark, there are the most advanced hydroponic farms and synthetic meat factories. We even brought ten thousand young and beautiful women down to serve as servants. Even if everyone on the surface dies out, we will still be kings on the seabed."

To board this submarine, Duke William had sold off all of his family's real estate in Europe.

He exchanged it for two hundred tons of physical gold, all of which was stacked in the cargo hold at the bottom of the submarine.

Besides him, the fourteen submarines following behind were also filled with powerful financial tycoons.

Just as Duke William was imagining life on the seabed.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

A piercing red alarm suddenly sounded in the submarine's command room.

A captain wearing a private military uniform rushed into the luxury cabin, his face deathly pale.

"Lord Duke! The sonar system has detected unknown targets! Twelve large nuclear submarines have suddenly appeared within five nautical miles of us! We are surrounded!"

Duke William stood up abruptly, pushing aside the models beside him, and the red wine glass in his hand fell to the floor and shattered.

"The USA Navy? Have they gone mad! We donated tens of billions in military funds to The Pentagon!" Duke William roared.

The captain swallowed hard, trembling all over.

"It's not the USA Navy! These submarines have no markings, and they are even larger than Ohio-class strategic nuclear submarines! And... and they have opened fire!"

Deep in the ocean.

Twelve pitch-black system nuclear submarines were like twelve deep-sea beasts baring their fangs.

They didn't need to issue warnings or shout commands.

Accompanied by a series of rolling bubbles, thirty MK-48 heavy torpedoes were fired directly from the launch tubes.

These torpedoes were precisely controlled by the mother nest ai.

They did not aim for the private submarines' cabins or ammunition depots, but instead headed straight for their tail propellers and engine rooms.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Muffled explosions rang out one after another in the deep sea.

The immense water pressure, accompanied by flashes of fire, instantly tore through the tail armor of the fifteen private submarines.

The propellers of the fifteen submarines were completely blown apart, and their nuclear reactors were shocked into automatic shutdown by the powerful shockwaves.

The powerless submarines turned into heavy iron coffins, sliding along the edge of the trench and crashing heavily onto the seabed silt.

The massive vibration left those inside the submarines dizzy and disoriented.

One round of salvo.

The world's top fifteen wealthy families had completely become turtles in a jar.

The twelve system nuclear submarines quickly closed in, locking onto these paralyzed prey on the seabed with huge mechanical searchlights.

...

Los Santos, top-floor suite of the Global Financial Center.

Chu Feng leaned back on the sofa, watching the real-time underwater footage transmitted on the holographic screen.

The fifteen private submarines lay motionless on the seabed, like fifteen toothless dead dogs.

The eight hundred thousand Wealth Points were well spent.

Evelyn knelt at Chu Feng's feet.

She clearly saw the golden iris emblem on the hull of one of the submarines on the screen.

"Master." Evelyn looked up, her eyes filled with excitement, "The one with the golden iris emblem is the submarine of the European William family. The William family controls half of the world's high-end diamond mines; their foundation is extremely deep."

"And the one next to it with the black cross is a branch of the Rothschild family. They hold a large amount of hard currency in their hands."

Every name Evelyn mentioned represented massive wealth.

"Well done."

Chu Feng stared at the screen.

"mother nest ai, forcibly intercept the communication channels of these submarines."

"Yes, boss."

On the seabed, inside the paralyzed private submarines.

Duke William crawled up from the carpet, a large gash on his forehead bleeding profusely. The two blonde models were huddled in the corner, crying loudly in fear.

The submarine's backup power turned on, emitting a red glow.

Suddenly, the screens in the cabin flickered.

The mother nest ai forcibly overrode their system.

A three-dimensional hologram of a heavily armed bandit leader wearing a black mask appeared on the screen.

A low, cold voice rang out simultaneously in the cabins of the fifteen submarines.

"Listen, you rats hiding on the seabed."

"Your submarines' propulsion has been completely destroyed. The external nuclear submarine fleet can fire armor-piercing torpedoes at any time to send you to meet God."

"I'm giving you two choices now."

"First, open the submarine's outer hatch and let our divers in. Hand over all the physical gold, jewelry, and technological equipment you brought. As long as you pay the ransom, I will spare your lives."

Duke William trembled with rage when he heard this voice.

He rushed to the screen and shouted, "Do you know who I am! If you dare to touch my property, the whole of Europe will not let you off!"

The bandit leader on the screen couldn't hear his bluster at all and continued to broadcast coldly.

"The second choice. You can wait inside to die. The backup oxygen can last for at most seventy-two hours."

"After seventy-two hours, you will suffocate to death in these seven-star iron coffins. By then, your money will still be mine."

"You have five minutes to consider."

A countdown appeared on the screen.

5:00.

4:59.

The cold numbers, like the Grim Reaper's countdown, broke down the last line of psychological defense of these tycoons.

They certainly had a lot of money, but they were even more afraid of death.

If they were on the surface, they could use money to bribe politicians and hire the top-tier armies.

But in the pitch-black deep sea, facing twelve unreasonable nuclear submarines, their money was just waste paper.

One minute later.

Duke William was the first to break down.

"Open the door! Open the outer hatch! Tell them I am willing to hand over the two hundred tons of gold!"

The old man collapsed on the sofa, covering his face and weeping bitterly.

The other fourteen submarines also sent signals of surrender one after another.

Top floor of the Global Financial Center.

Watching the green lights representing surrender light up one by one on the screen, Chu Feng curled the corner of his mouth.

"Let the diving team go and move the goods. Don't leave even a single gold brick for me."

Anna, who was sitting on the carpet, hurriedly typed on the keyboard, sending the order to the deep-sea nuclear submarine fleet.

Tonight, it would be another earth-shattering harvest.

The accumulation of these top tycoons over hundreds of years.

Was about to become a terrifying string of numbers in the system.