bioinnovel Chapter 240 Undeterred!
Chapter 240 Undeterred!
The sea-devouring shark cruises at a depth of 120 meters underwater.
The thrusters operated at a low frequency, and the only sounds inside the cabin were the faint glow of the instrument panel and the soft hum of seawater flowing over the outer shell.
Zhang Yan leaned back in his chair with his eyes half-closed.
The feeling of fatigue was slowly spreading up from his limbs—after fighting for more than ten hours straight, even with a system-enhanced physique, he wasn't made of iron.
The navigation data on the watch shows that the current location has left the Andaman Sea and entered the southwestern waters of the South China Sea.
It's about a nine-hour flight from Jinghai.
He picked up his phone and sent a message to Nie Qingcheng.
"It's on its way and is expected to arrive tomorrow morning."
The reply came very quickly.
"What time is it?"
Around 10 a.m.
"I had the dock cleared out."
Zhang Yan smiled.
"No need for such a big fuss."
"It's not a show of force."
"I don't want others to see me cry."
He stared at the line of text for two seconds.
I tapped a few times on the screen, then deleted them, finally typing only two words.
"wait for me."
send.
He placed his phone next to the control panel and closed his eyes again.
The seabed is very quiet.
It was so quiet that he almost fell asleep.
Then--
"drop--"
A pale yellow warning line popped up on the passive sonar array.
Zhang Yan opened his eyes.
On the screen, three signal sources are rapidly approaching from the southwest.
The speed is not fast, about eighteen knots.
Signal characteristics – diesel-electric power, obvious propeller noise characteristics, and rough demagnetization treatment.
It's not a warship.
Zhang Yan tapped his finger twice on the control panel, and the passive sonar switched to precision analysis mode.
Three seconds later, the result came out.
Two converted armed speedboats and one medium-sized transport ship.
The transport ship has a deep waterline, a large carrying capacity, and metallic echoes on its deck—signs of heavy weaponry.
Zhang Yan's eyebrows twitched.
He pulled up the navigation log and compared the current coordinates.
This sea area is not in any main shipping lane.
It's not a fishing ground either.
Three boats, traveling together and fully armed, appeared in this remote, desolate place.
coincidence?
Zhang Yan did not believe in coincidences.
He instructed the sea shark to reduce its speed and dive to 150 meters to passively monitor the environment.
The signal source continued to approach.
It is eight kilometers away.
Five kilometers.
At three kilometers away, Zhang Yan heard the radio communication.
Burmese.
It uses encrypted frequency bands, but the encryption level is ridiculously low—it's practically unencrypted to the system.
The system automatically translates the message, which pops up on the side of the screen.
"...Boss, the sonar isn't responding at all. This area of the sea is perfectly clean."
"Keep searching. That thing came out of the sea last time, it must still be in the sea."
"But we don't even know what it looks like—"
"A six-meter-long iron shark, black, with no markings. Scarface described it very clearly."
Zhang Yan leaned back in his chair.
The corners of her mouth curved slightly.
Not a coincidence.
They came to see him.
He remembered the scarred man in the jungle. The group of people who had their armored vehicle vaporized by a single shot from the White Tiger and scrambled into the jungle.
It seems that after running back, not only did he not learn his lesson, but he also called for reinforcements.
Another voice came through the communication channel.
This voice was more composed than before, carrying the unique authority of a commander.
"Attention all units, the target possesses unconventional weaponry. Do not attempt to capture him alive upon contact."
"Blow it up with depth charges."
"After they're blown up, use whatever's on the deck to deal with them."
"That iron shark, I want its technology if it's alive, and I want its wreckage if it's dead."
"Whoever wins will receive a reward of five million US dollars."
Zhang Yan turned off the translation.
There's no need to listen anymore.
He now has two choices.
First, they can dive to a depth of 300 meters or more and pass silently beneath their detection range without being detected.
second--
Zhang Yan glanced at the watch.
It's still early.
He picked up his phone.
"I might be half an hour late."
send.
Nine seconds.
"What's wrong?"
"I encountered a few flies on the road."
"..."
"Hurry up."
He put his phone away.
Fingers landed on the control panel.
The thruster speed of the Sea Devouring Shark began to climb.
To change course.
Headed straight for the three signal sources.
On the sea, the three ships were lined up in a horizontal line and slowly advanced at a speed of eighteen knots.
At the very front was a modified transport ship about forty meters long with a deep draft. Two DShK heavy machine guns and a ZPU-4 quadruple anti-aircraft gun were welded onto the deck.
A depth charge rack was temporarily installed at the stern, with six Soviet-made RBU depth charges neatly stacked.
There was an armed speedboat on each side, and the speedboats were full of armed personnel carrying AKs and RPGs.
In total, there were approximately eighty people.
On the waters of the Golden Triangle, this is already considered a small fleet.
The person in charge of this "fleet" stands on the bridge of the transport ship.
Ang Tun.
The second-in-command of the "Golden Snake Gang," the second largest warlord force in northern Myanmar.
He was in his early forties, had an old scar on his left eye, rarely smiled, and was known throughout northern Myanmar for his ruthlessness.
Three days ago, the scarred man—one of his henchmen—came running back, saying he had encountered a moving iron tiger in the jungle.
The Iron Tiger blast vaporized their armored vehicle with a single shot.
Ong Tun's first reaction was to drag the scarred man out and kill him—such nonsense insulted his intelligence.
But the scarred man brought back evidence.
A short video on a mobile phone.
The image was shaky, but you could still make out a huge, silver-white, tiger-shaped mechanical construct crouching in a clearing in the jungle.
A young man stood on its head.
Then a flash of blue light appeared, and a glowing furrow was plowed into the ground in the distance.
Ang Tun watched it seven times.
It's not a special effect.
Special effects can't capture that distorted feeling of air being burned.
His heart started racing when he watched it for the third time.
By the seventh time, he had made his decision.
at all costs.
He wants that thing.
Or, he is the one who will create that thing.
One person can create such a weapon that is ahead of its time.
If we can get this person under our control, then Aung Tun will be more than just the second most powerful man in northern Myanmar.
He will be the king of Southeast Asia.
The scarred man said that the young man came from the sea.
Riding a six-meter-long black mechanical shark.
Therefore, Ongtun mobilized all available surface water resources.
Two speedboats, one transport ship, six depth charges, and eighty desperados.
enough.
he thinks.
No matter how tough that iron shark is, the shockwave from a depth charge can crush a submarine's pressure hull into scrap metal in the water.
Bomb it up, then use the deck guns to blast it through.
A perfect plan.
Ang Tun held up his binoculars and scanned the sea, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Then his deputy rushed up from the sonar room, his face pale.
"Boss! The sonar has detected an underwater anomaly!"
"The target is approaching at high speed from directly in front!"
"Depth... 150 meters! Speed—"