Beneath the water, two surviving nuclear navies watched each other carefully through sonar arrays and combat systems capable of starting another war if sobody made the wrong decision.
Inside the Combat Information Center aboard the lead destroyer, the atmosphere remained tense despite the agreent for surface contact.
Nobody trusted the situation completely.
And honestly, nobody should.
The destroyer captain looked toward Adrian again.
"Sir, Changzheng-418 is ascending slowly."
One of the sonar operators imdiately added, "Depth passing seventy ters."
Another voice followed.
"No targeting sonar detected. Reactor output stable. Their propulsion remains low."
Adrian nodded once.
"Maintain readiness."
"Aye, sir."
Outside across the destroyer’s deck, sailors moved back into visible combat positions. Marines ard with M4 carbines and machine guns took positions near the rails while CIWS systems remained active above them.
Even though this was supposed to be a diplomatic eting—
Everyone understood the truth.
Both sides were heavily ard.
Both sides were nervous.
And both sides had nuclear submarines.
Ryan stepped beside Adrian while adjusting the sling of his rifle.
"You really going personally?"
"Yes."
"You sure that’s smart?"
Adrian looked toward the sea outside the bridge windows.
"If humanity still has organized survivors left, then we need to know."
Ryan sighed quietly.
"That’s not exactly reassuring."
Far beneath the water, the Chinese submarine Changzheng-418 slowly ascended through the darker layers of the Philippine Sea.
Inside its command compartnt, red operational lighting reflected across exhausted faces.
Captain Liu Zheng stood near the center console silently while his officers monitored the ascent carefully.
"Current depth fifty ters."
"Surface group maintaining position."
Another officer looked toward Captain Liu.
"Captain... are we really doing this?"
Liu remained quiet for several monts before answering.
"We spent months believing the world above us was dead."
He slowly looked around the compartnt.
"And now we discover an operational fleet in Philippine waters capable of killing sea monsters."
Nobody disagreed with that statent.
The Kraken carcass still floated several kiloters away.
Even the Chinese submarine had detected its biological remains through sonar and seawater contamination.
Captain Liu crossed his arms slightly.
"If they intended to destroy us, they already had opportunities."
The executive officer frowned.
"Unless this is a trap."
Liu looked toward him calmly.
"Then we die."
Nobody spoke after that.
Because honestly—
That was simply reality now.
The apocalypse had reduced every surviving military force into isolated pockets struggling blindly across a dying world.
The submarine continued ascending.
"Depth thirty ters."
"Twenty."
"Ten."
Captain Liu grabbed the side rail lightly.
"Surface the boat."
"Yes, Captain."
Compressed air systems activated imdiately.
Massive ballast tanks vented seawater while the submarine slowly rose upward through the ocean.
Then finally—
The Changzheng-418 broke the surface.
Back aboard Adrian’s destroyer, sailors imdiately spotted it.
"Contact surfaced!"
The atmosphere across the fleet tightened instantly.
Machine guns rotated.
Targeting systems adjusted.
Several Marines raised rifles instinctively toward the dark shape erging from the ocean.
Ryan stepped toward the railing beside Adrian.
"Damn..."
The Chinese submarine surfaced approximately six hundred ters away from the Philippine fleet.
Its hull looked worn from months at sea while portions of its outer surface showed visible scrape marks and repair patches. The sail tower slowly erged above the water while seawater poured down its sides beneath the morning sunlight.
For several long monts—
Nobody moved.
The destroyers floated in cautious formation around the surfaced submarine while helicopters circled overhead.
The Chinese submarine crew finally began erging slowly from the upper hatch.
Ard sailors stepped onto the outer hull first carrying QBZ rifles while carefully observing the surrounding Philippine fleet.
Then more crew mbers followed.
Thin.
Exhausted.
Sleep-deprived.
Ryan noticed it imdiately.
"They look like hell."
Adrian nodded slightly.
"So do we."
Eventually another figure climbed out onto the hull.
An older Chinese officer wearing a dark naval uniform.
Captain Liu Zheng.
He looked toward the destroyers carefully while seawater dripped down the sides of the submarine behind him.
The two fleets stared at each other silently across the calm Philippine Sea.
No gunfire.
No missiles.
Just tension.
The destroyer captain looked toward Adrian.
"We can prepare the RHIB now."
Adrian nodded.
"Do it."
Minutes later, a rigid-hulled inflatable boat was lowered carefully into the water from the destroyer’s side.
Adrian climbed aboard first alongside Ryan and four heavily ard Marines.
The Marines carried rifles but kept them lowered for now.
Still—
Everyone remained alert.
The RHIB engine started shortly afterward.
The small boat moved slowly across the water toward the Chinese submarine.
As they got closer, Ryan quietly muttered—
"This feels like so Cold War movie."
Adrian kept his eyes on the submarine.
"Except the world already ended."
That shut Ryan up for a mont.
The closer they approached, the larger the Chinese submarine felt.
Its dark hull towered above the RHIB while water still drained slowly from its ballast vents. Several Chinese sailors watched them cautiously from the upper surface with visible tension in their posture.
Nobody smiled.
Nobody relaxed.
When the RHIB finally reached the submarine, one of the Chinese sailors lowered a rope ladder carefully toward them.
Captain Liu remained standing near the sail tower watching silently.
Ryan looked upward.
"Still weird climbing onto another country’s nuclear submarine during the apocalypse."
Adrian grabbed the ladder.
"Try not to fall."
Ryan sighed.
"Very reassuring."
One by one, Adrian’s group climbed upward onto the submarine hull.
The steel surface felt wet and slightly unstable beneath the ocean swells while ard Chinese sailors stood nearby maintaining cautious distance.
The atmosphere felt strange.
Not openly hostile.
But extrely tense.
Captain Liu finally stepped forward slightly as Adrian approached.
For several seconds, both n simply looked at each other.
Two surviving commanders.
Two military forces.
Two strangers eting in the middle of a dead world.
Then Captain Liu spoke first.
"You are not what I expected. You look young."
His English sounded rough but understandable.
Adrian answered calmly.
"Looks doesn’t matter."
Ryan quietly glanced around the submarine while the Marines maintained overwatch nearby.
The Chinese sailors looked equally curious about them.
Captain Liu studied Adrian carefully.
"You command the fleet?"
"Yes. So can we talk?"
"We are already."
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