On the dock, more than a dozen researchers in white radiation-proof suits were busy. They operated massive hoisting robotic arms to slowly lift specially-made torpedoes, each marked with a distinctive luring agent symbol on its casing, which stood out sharply in the dim light.
"Be careful! Don’t damage the stabilizer!" A middle-aged man wearing goggles shouted harshly, his voice echoing within the enclosed port area.
The hydraulic system of the hoisting arm emitted a low hum, cables taut, as torpedoes were steadily delivered into the submarine’s vertical launch bay. Another team was checking the vessel’s seal integrity with detectors scanning back and forth over the welds, the beeping of the device sounding like so eerie counting.
On the submarine’s conning tower, several mbers of the Holy City dressed in black uniforms were communicating with the internal compartnts through intercom, their voices low but with an undeniable authority.
"Loading progress?"
"Completed 70%, estimated ti remaining is eight minutes."
"Speed up, the tidal window waits for no one."
The water surface of the port gently fluctuated, with the buoyancy adjustnt system of the submarine fine-tuning to ensure stability during loading, water droplets occasionally sliding off the hull into the abyssal depths, causing faint ripples swiftly devoured by the darkness.
The air was filled with the mixed scent of machine oil, seawater, and tal, damp and cold.
On a tal passageway by the floating dock, a middle-aged man in a tactical vest and sunglasses quietly watched the bustling scene below, fingering a silver pocket watch.
At that mont, a flurry of footsteps ca from the distant passage entrance.
"Professor Chen!" A young subordinate hurried over: "The monitors show they’ve dealt with the composite experintal body No. 3, must have discovered our side, and will soon engage. Should we retreat?"
"How about opening the flood gate to let that thing in, it will absolutely hold them off." One of Chen’s assistants chid in softly.
Chen Yanshu slowly lifted his head, pushing up the glasses on his nose, his gaze calm through the lenses as he glanced at the monitor screen.
On the screen, Lin Xian’s figure was moving through the tal corridor, nearing the inner harbor direction.
Chen Yanshu remained silent for a mont, then spoke in a faint tone:
"A single Special Level thinks to block the Phoenix Society’s Sword Holder?"
"This..." The assistant was speechless.
"The Master already has it arranged." Chen Yanshu waved his hand. "Inform everyone, if they don’t want to die, drop their weapons."
"Drop... drop their weapons?" The subordinate looked shocked.
"Correct." Chen Yanshu then turned around. "Let’s go, et this Sword Holder."
"No need, I’m already here."
At this mont, a voice ca through Chen Yanshu’s communicator. He was about to take a step but froze in place, everyone’s expressions showing shock, while Chen’s face was complex as he glanced at the communicator in his hand, finally letting out a grim sigh.
"chanical superpower..."
Thud thud thud.
Below, everyone dropped their firearms, raising their hands high, footsteps echoed from the distant passage, tal devices flew out of nowhere, precisely locking every limb of the Holy City Organization’s mbers. anwhile, a swarm of "Thunder Falcon 2000" drones flew out, pulse cannons aid at each person’s forehead.
Upon entering the inner port, all communicators there were already taken over by Lin Xian.
"Smart guy, your words just now temporarily saved these people’s lives for 30 minutes."
Lin Xian, with Ning Jing, KIKI, and Brother Huo, appeared fully ard, encircled by drones. Though only seven people, the firepower they displayed at that mont was akin to an armored regint.
Chen Yanshu looked at Lin Xian in the lead, standing there quietly without a change in expression: "Hello, Captain Lin."
"You know ?" Lin Xian examined this middle-aged man, eyes flashing a warning as they rested on the silver pocket watch.
Chen Yanshu smiled upon hearing this: "We all know you. My na is Chen Yanshu; you might have heard of ."
Chen Yanshu?
Lin Xian thought he must have heard the na sowhere. At this mont, Shi Zhi’s voice ca to his ear with so information.
"He’s the leader of the Holy Revelation. It was he who, with soone nad Shen Tuo, founded the Holy Revelation, a Descent Faction organization with a fanatical worship of superpowers and taboo items."
The screen in front displayed Chen Yanshu’s information, finally acquainting Lin Xian with the person before him.
"Are you planning to escape?" KIKI looked with interest at the nearly 50,000-ton Abyssal-level Beifeng-09 Strategic Nuclear Submarine below. "At this ti?"
Chen Yanshu replied: "Darkness is not necessarily the enemy. Sotis, in adversity, changing perspective can suddenly make things clearer."
"Oh?" Lin Xian gestured to the torpedoes hanging in midair: "So confident, yet using such things. I thought you aligned with the Dark Civilization, as if the Abnormal Body wouldn’t consu you."
Lin Xian’s drone swarm hovered on both sides of the passage, pulse cannon red dots targeting each Holy City mber’s forehead. Chen Yanshu stood on the steel platform, the silver pocket watch flipping in his fingers, his gaze behind the lenses calm to the point of coldness.
"Captain Lin," he began, his voice steady like a laboratory’s temperature control: "Do you believe in the superiority of civilizations?"
"Are you here to preach?" Lin Xian smiled: "I didn’t take you all down, guess why?"
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