A plane flying from Tokyo to Los Santos took off from the airport and slowly flew into the clouds, a flight across the Pacific Ocean, a long voyage even at the speed of an airplane.

Unlike many people who have learned a little bit about geography, flying from Tokyo to Los Santos will not actually choose the nearest Great Circle route, although the Great Circle route is short, but it is not cost-effective for airlines, they will choose to let the plane fly the route to the south than the Great Circle route, so that at first glance it is a longer distance, but in fact, with the help of the prevailing westerly wind speed of 1,200 kilometers per hour, it can fly downwind, so that not only is the speed faster, but also a lot of fuel can be saved.

Inside the window of the plane, a child wearing a baseball cap looked out the window curiously, and he waved his hand happily.

It's not his first time flying, but it's rare to be so happy on a plane.

"Kenji, why are you so happy?" Mom patted Kenji's little hand next to her, and they were on a trip to Los Santos to visit her husband and father at work.

Her husband is a police officer who works for the Los Santos Police Department and has long been naturalized America.

"Mom, I just saw a crow outside."

"Crows?" Mom smiled dumbly, "The crows on our island country can't fly so high." ”

It's nice to fly a few tens of meters for something nasty like an urban crow.

"Huh?" Kenji opened his mouth in surprise, "I really saw a crow, and, and that crow flew as fast as an airplane, and it glanced at me." ”

"Silly Kid ......"

The plane streaked through the clouds, and looking at the calm sea, no one would have imagined that this was the raging Pacific Northwest.

Beneath the surface of the sea, a submarine from the sea is slowly rising.

In the island country of the Three-Self, the level of the sea is still good, the old and young before the war have always been inherited in the sea self, and the United States also has "high hopes" for this fleet, and the equipment and training are coordinated with the Seventh Fleet of the United States, and the watchdog of the First Navy is enough to completely abuse the navies of 95 percent of the world's countries, but it is a little embarrassing to be caught between the two bigwigs.

The name of the Anti-Submarine Group of the Seventh Fleet is not for nothing. In addition to the anti-submarine aircraft unit, the sea also has all kinds of destroyers and minesweepers, all of which are equipped with advanced anti-submarine equipment, and even in contemporary times, the most effective method of anti-submarine is to use submarines to control submarines, so the conventional submarines of island countries are by no means weak, at least in terms of the near sea range and specialized anti-submarine operations, and as for the ocean-going capability, it is in vain.

"Ah, tired, tired, really tired."

Kazuo Takekawa hammered his shoulder, and his face showed a relaxed expression after a long time, and he was about to arrive at the shore in a while, and he would be able to take a happy vacation soon.

Serving in a submarine is really not a human job, and it takes several days to get out of the mission, and it is still comfortable for Lu Zi's group of guys.

These days are spent in the ocean, except for a little sunlight when floating to breathe, most of the time it is pitch black and nothing can be seen, and people with deep-sea phobia are definitely not suitable for the work of submariners.

And a group of big men are crowded in a crowded submarine, it is completely physical and mental torture, if it is a group of beautiful girls, then he Takekawa Kazuo can stay on the nuclear submarine until old age.

"It's not like you're coming ashore, so take a leave of absence to relax when you get ashore."

"I'll be in good spirits when I talk about this."

The big men in several submarines got together and began to discuss which custom shop, bubble bath, and massage parlor were more comfortable, and the closed navy was more likely to form its own small circle.

The boring underwater life can only pass the time with meat jokes, and at a potential sea level of one or two hundred meters, submarines, weapons and equipment that require silence, are absolutely not allowed to send signals other than those specified in the reception regulations, they cannot hear the news, and there is no radio program to relieve their boredom, so they have no idea what is happening in the outside world.

Seeing that it was almost in Tokyo, the submarine also needed to breathe again, and the submarine slowly floated up.

But just when it had just risen to two or three meters above the sea......

"It turns out that there is such a good place in Shinjuku, so I must visit it when I go back."

"Ahaha...... I! What's going on!! ”

"Boom!!"

The submarine suddenly swayed from side to side, and there was a dull sound of hitting something from above,

Holding on to the tables and chairs fixed to the hull of the ship, the group of sea members did not stumble to the ground.

"What's going on, did you hit something?"

Don't crash into a ship, it's scary.

"No, no, there's no ship up there."

"Hit by a whale?"

"How could it be ......" to hit a whale is also too magical.

In the submarine that was still happy just now, there was only a silent atmosphere left in the blink of an eye, and after a second of silence, everyone hurriedly moved.

"Hurry back to the base and check the hull to see if there is damage to a certain structural part!"

"Contact the radio!"

The most feared thing about the submarine is damage, not the slightest damage, even if there is a hole in the other water surface, as long as the damage pipe can be held immediately, but the submarine is an assassin-like weapon, a small loophole will be rounded and flattened under the huge sea pressure, and no one can escape. Although it has now surfaced to the surface, the submarine's entry into the water cannot be underestimated, and it may be that the submarine itself has a problem.

It's impossible, Mi Fang's goods generally can't go wrong.

As for being attacked by the enemy or something, this idea only appeared briefly and then dissipated, not to mention that it is now a time of peace, if it is really attacked, their dumpling-like small submarine will directly explode on the spot, how can there be time to react, after all, submarines are notoriously vulnerable.

After receiving the "distress signal," the personnel in the base were highly nervous, and the destroyer and helicopter closest to the submarine flew directly over to escort the submarine back to the military port of the base.

The Yokosuka Naval Harbor, the naval commander, and the military equipment experts are all waiting solemnly in the harbor.

The personnel of the submarine arrived at the shore, and at the moment of stepping on the solid land, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, the line between life and death, absolutely the line between life and death, among all branches of the military, the mental pressure of the submariners can be said to be the greatest, even if there are helicopters in the sky along the way, everyone in the submarine still raises their hearts to their throats.

Turning their heads to look at the submarine that had been getting along day and night, the eyes of several sea soldiers widened.

"This ......"

"What, what's going on?"

"This was blown up."

Under the fluttering flags of the two countries in the military port, the shell of this submarine was dented into several pits, although the potholes were shallow and would not cause fatal structural damage to the submarine, but this was definitely a mark of being blown up!

What they just met.

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