87: Chapter 87 Locking onto the Deep Atlantic Ocean!

The holographic screen emitted a faint blue light, illuminating the spacious presidential suite.

Chu Feng leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the map of the Atlantic Ocean.

Chu Feng turned his head to look at Anna, who was standing in front of the workbench.

"Magnify the sonar detection map. Show me the details of this Noahs Ark."

Anna's fingers tapped rapidly on the virtual keyboard.

The map on the holographic screen zoomed in rapidly, diving straight into the pitch-black depths of a 30,000-meter trench.

Although the image was slightly blurry, the outline was very clear.

At the bottom of the pitch-black trench sat a huge, semi-circular dome.

The dome was over five kilometers in diameter, emitting a faint glow.

It looked just like a giant glass bowl turned upside down on the seabed.

Around the perimeter of the dome, dozens of red light dots were moving back and forth.

"Master, the dome's material is presumed to be high-strength titanium alloy reinforced glass. It can withstand the terrifying water pressure at 30,000 meters deep."

Anna reported, "They are using the natural geothermal resources of submarine volcanoes to generate electricity. It has a complete ecological circulation system inside."

The fifty red dots cruising around the perimeter of the screen were fully armed nuclear-powered attack submarines.

These submarines were equipped with heavy torpedoes and depth charges.

They had locked down the entire trench completely.

Chu Feng rubbed his chin.

Before the apocalypse broke out, the world's top tycoons, politicians, and tech oligarchs must have all been hiding inside this turtle shell.

What they brought inside was definitely the top wealth and technological reserves of human civilization.

Gold, famous paintings, top-secret blueprints, and even cutting-edge equipment that had never been disclosed on Earth.

It was all pure, sparkling Wealth Points.

As long as he wiped them all out in one fell swoop, not only could he make a fortune, but he could also completely clear away the remnants of the old era on Earth.

"Mother Nest," Chu Feng communicated in his mind, "Can Type-Zero Mecha operate at a depth of 30,000 meters?"

The Mother Nest's ethereal voice responded immediately.

"Boss, after testing, Type-Zero Mecha equipped with dark energy micro-cores have shields that can neutralize the vast majority of water pressure. They can operate continuously in 30,000 meters of deep sea for two hours."

"However, the bodies of the Clone Warriors must be modified with cellular enhancement fluid; otherwise, if the shield experiences even the slightest fluctuation, the instantaneous pressure change will crush them into pulp."

Chu Feng nodded slightly.

Ten thousand enhanced soldiers were already ready.

The personnel issue was resolved.

"How to solve the transportation issue? Ordinary submarines cannot dive to 30,000 meters," Chu Feng continued to ask.

The trench was too deep; if the mecha swam down on their own, all their energy would be wasted on the journey.

"The Interstellar Shipyard can temporarily insert a production line. Using conventional special steel, we can print 'Megalodon'-class deep-sea troop transport submarines."

The Mother Nest provided a plan, "Megalodon submarines are not equipped with heavy firepower and are designed entirely for deep-sea pressure resistance and covert transport. Each can carry five hundred Mecha Soldiers. The estimated time required is three hours."

"Build ten. How much material and Wealth Points will it cost?"

"It will consume 500,000 tons of special steel. The system service fee is one million Wealth Points."

One million Wealth Points was peanuts.

Having just received two million for the blueprints, Chu Feng was now flush with cash.

"Manufacture them immediately," Chu Feng ordered.

"Command confirmed. Printing of Megalodon-class deep-sea submarines has started."

In Earth's low orbit.

The massive Interstellar Shipyard extended several more mechanical arms.

Massive amounts of steel were melted and reshaped, and ten 100-meter-long black submarine skeletons quickly took form in space.

Chu Feng picked up the whiskey Stussy handed him and took a sip.

"Pass down the order," Chu Feng spoke into the communicator, his voice echoing throughout the entire Global Financial Center.

"Select 5,000 men from the newly enhanced Clone elite. Put on the latest modified Type-Zero Mecha and assemble at the helipad on the top floor of the building."

"Have Seraphim Number 6 through Number 10 lead the team."

"We are going to the bottom of the Atlantic to fish."

Once the order was given, the entire building instantly began to operate like a precision war machine.

Inside the underground arsenal.

Five thousand enhanced Clone Warriors, over two meters tall, quickly put on their dark green Type-Zero Mecha.

The heavy armor looked effortless on them.

Each person held a blue-glowing Plasma Spear, with underwater thrusters mounted on their backs.

The sound of rhythmic footsteps echoed inside the building.

Five thousand heavy mecha took the giant freight elevators in batches directly to the top floor of the building.

On the rooftop helipad, the wind was howling.

Five Seraphim with twelve wings on their backs hovered silently in mid-air.

To adapt to underwater combat, the white wings on their backs were folded, and their surfaces were covered with a layer of streamlined energy film, ready to switch to high-frequency underwater propulsion mode at any time.

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the Atlantic Ocean.

The clouds were suddenly torn apart.

Ten huge black cylinders, trailing fire from atmospheric friction, smashed down directly from space.

"Boom—"

Ten 100-meter-long Megalodon submarines slammed heavily into the turbulent Atlantic surface.

The submarine surfaces used a special pressure-resistant coating, so they suffered no damage even when air-dropped directly from space.

Ten Ghost-class assault ships followed closely, descending from the clouds and hovering above the sea.

The hatches opened.

Five thousand Mecha Soldiers jumped directly from mid-air into the icy seawater like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

They accurately entered the hatches of the Megalodon submarines floating on the sea surface.

Chu Feng sat on the leather sofa in the presidential suite, monitoring the scene ahead in real-time through the Mecha Soldiers' helmet perspectives.

"All personnel have boarded."

The five Seraphim also entered the submarines.

"Dive."

Chu Feng uttered two words.

The hatches of the ten black submarines closed.

The rear silent pump-jet thrusters started.

The ten behemoths sank silently into the deep sea.

One thousand meters. Five thousand meters. Ten thousand meters.

The surrounding light disappeared completely, turning into pitch-black darkness.

The water pressure increased geometrically, and the submarines' heavy hulls emitted slight sounds of metal friction.

25,000 meters deep.

On the sonar radar of the Megalodon submarines, dense red dots began to appear.

Five kilometers ahead.

Fifty nuclear submarines on the perimeter of Noahs Ark were patrolling in intersecting routes according to a set plan.

These submarines were the most advanced attack models in the West before the apocalypse.

Their hulls were coated with stealth paint, and conventional radar could not detect them at all.

Inside the control room of Noahs Ark.

Several white generals in crisp military uniforms were sitting in front of the screen drinking coffee.

They were the former supreme commanders of NATO.

"Is there any movement outside?"

An old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked over and asked; he was a big shot from Wall Street.

"Calm and peaceful," the general glanced at the radar. "At 30,000 meters deep, there aren't even fish. The Eastern warlords outside couldn't possibly find this place. Even if they did, they don't have the technology to dive down here."

The old man nodded with satisfaction: "When the forces on the surface have consumed each other enough, we will take the equipment from the armory and go out to take over the world."

As soon as he finished speaking.

A piercing red alarm in the control room suddenly blared frantically.

"What's going on!" The general stood up abruptly, spilling coffee all over the floor.

The operator's hands tapped frantically on the keyboard, his face pale.

"Sir! Sonar shows ten unidentified large underwater objects are approaching rapidly! The speed is as high as 80 knots! They are completely ignoring the deep-sea water pressure!"

The general pushed the operator aside and stared fixedly at the screen.

The ten black light dots had already broken into the 3-kilometer range of the patrol fleet, moving so fast it was like they were flying.

"Fire! All patrol submarines, launch torpedoes immediately! Stop them!" the general roared at the top of his lungs.

Under the sea.

The torpedo tubes of the fifty nuclear submarines all opened.

Over a hundred heavy deep-sea torpedoes, trailing long bubble wakes like a school of bloodthirsty sharks, headed straight for the Megalodon submarines.

The ten Megalodon submarines made no evasive maneuvers and continued to charge forward at maximum speed.

Just as the torpedoes were about to hit.

The hatches at the front of the submarines suddenly opened.

Five dazzling white lights pierced through the darkness.

Seraphim Number 6 through Number 10 rushed directly out of the submarines.

The wings on their backs switched to propulsion mode, their speed several times faster than the torpedoes.

Facing the covering strike of over a hundred heavy torpedoes.

The light blades in the Seraphim's hands popped out instantly.

High-frequency oscillating energy carved white trajectories through the seawater as they headed straight for the dense torpedo formation!