Leslie threw Doug Poole a plastic card the size of a third of his hand, and Doug was shocked when he saw what he was holding.

In some confidential cooperation operations with various intelligence services, paper documents are usually circulated directly by dispatched employees on the spot. There is only one case that requires a more advanced encryption method - the launch of an intercontinental missile loaded with a nuclear warhead!

But the USS Jimmy Carter is not a ballistic nuclear submarine, and even giving it a nuclear launch code is useless.

Puzzled, he pulled the thick card away from the middle, and Doug pulled out the fingernail-sized memory as he had been taught in the Navy Captain's Group Training.

There was a small groove in the center console, which was said to be the connector used to upgrade the submarine's maintenance system, and Doug had not used it for years, and the moment the memory appeared in front of him, he finally knew what the real purpose of this groove was.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly pressed the chip-shaped gadget into it, and the feeling from his fingertips did not lag at all.

There was a soft "click", and only a line of memory was left protruding on the control panel, and at this time, a screen directly above suddenly went off and lit up again.

> the safety lock is unlocking.

1. This document is [Class A Classified].

2. [Image] Note: The shooting site is located on the offshore fault in the western Pacific Ocean.

3. Warning: All ships are to attack this object immediately and make every effort to recover the wreckage.

> sinking it is more important than your safe return. [Signature]

"It's the signature of the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff!" Staring at the beautiful string of flowers on the display, Doug couldn't help but exclaim.

"Now Your Excellency the Secretary of Defense, news from Cheyenne Mountain, Mr. Captain." Leslie unceremoniously pulled the memory back from the control panel, and with a slight push of his two fingers, the thin piece of metal dissolved into several pieces.

Doug wasn't shocked for long, he took a deep look at Leslie, and a sentence popped out of his pursed lips.

"Fish Launcher No. 2 is filled with water! Open the front cover! Over to you, Chief of Ordnance! “

If Qin Feng was here, he would have been surprised by the photo taken on the western Pacific offshore fault, which clearly showed a sci-fi submarine trying to pass through a sea bed of worm eggs.

Since the Cold War, the US-led NATO has placed highly sensitive sonar receivers in various seas around the world, and the number of them is so large that everyone who knows the truth is unbelievable. These "spies" hidden in various waterways are regularly re-launched, and compared to the long upgrade and update cycle of submarines, these underwater listening devices have maintained a long iterative lead, and when the old and new devices are actively activated together, even the most advanced submarines of the moment can not hide.

It is almost certain that the Akula submarine will be spotted when it first enters the Pacific Ocean, which is why a considerable number of microsatellites will gather over this area for a long time.

In the distance, the sea was a little muddy and muddy mixed with the remains of marine life, as if weightless. Some of the small fish that had gathered were also attracted by the Akula's underwater searchlights, so much so that the area around the Jimmy Carter seemed a little empty.

A stream of water rushed out of the mud, visible ripples spreading from behind it in all directions. Soon, the ripples overtook it, and a six-meter-long body slid elegantly into the distance with the ripples that swirled out of the Daodao.

The two-ton heavy anti-submarine torpedo was washed out of the launch tube by the high-pressure current, its own engine and active sonar were already working, and just ten seconds later, the second torpedo passed through the muddled waters.

The USS Connecticut's torpedoes were on standby, but no one thought they would be used again, and these big guys, who were once worth $4.5 million a piece, are now using one less one, and as long as they can hit successfully, no ship can withstand the blast of two heavy torpedoes.

As for whether it hits or not, it seems that there is no submarine in the world with a speed of more than 55 knots.

The naval battle of submarines has never been white-hot, and it is a race against time from the beginning.

In the command module of the Jimmy Carter, the armorer estimated that the torpedo should have reached the bubble area formed by the opponent's jamming device, and in countless exercises, he already knew the judgment of the opponent when encountering a torpedo attack, from when the jamming device was launched, to when the sonar officer heard the sound of the explosion, he had a clock in his heart calculating, and the sea wolf's foolproof ability to hunt the opponent in the exercise made him extremely obsessed, He was even more thrilled by the desperation of his opponent's discovery that the jamming device was useless.

"Captain! The other party did not evade it! “

The sonar officer's shouts sounded very different to different people, and Doug and the Armory Chief were overjoyed and regretted that the second torpedo had been wasted, while Leslie's face suddenly turned white.

Stretching out his hands and quickly rubbing his stiff face, Leslie threw down the phrase "We need to organize people to salvage valuable wreckage immediately" and turned to walk towards the back of the submarine.

"I don't have any patience at all, but he still does intelligence." Doug muttered under his breath, then stared at the sonar officer, who had turned his voice into public mode.

After stepping out of the command cabin, Leslie's relatively steady pace suddenly became flustered. On the submarine that goes into attack mode, everyone must stay at their posts, so the passage is empty. Leslie grabbed the borrowing points on both sides with both hands and ran through the narrow aisle almost at the speed of a 100-meter sprint!

At one turn, a panting Leslie pulled out the phone embedded in the wall, and after pressing the number leading to the cabin where his companions were, he uttered the words almost in a shouting voice, "The hunter is coming!" ”

In the command module, everyone was quietly waiting for the first explosion to come, they had all heard the hair-making metal breaking sound during the live-fire exercise, and it was even more gloomy under the barrier of the sea.

A minute later, the sonar officer began a thirty-second countdown.

"Twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four...... 19.18......"

"Stop shouting!"

The counting was suddenly interrupted, and the sonar officer turned back in surprise, only to see Captain Doug pointing to the center console with a grim face and asking loudly, "Can anyone tell me what's going on!" ”

On the display, the dotted line symbolizing the torpedo's trajectory came to an abrupt halt on the final leg of the voyage, and with two flashes, the yellow dotted line finally stopped less than a nautical mile from the target.

"We lost the first torpedo!" The armoryman shouted, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he opened his mouth, and finally shouted the second sentence.

"The second torpedo also lost contact!"

Everyone in the command cabin only felt as if they had suffered a heavy blow in their hearts, and lost two torpedoes in succession, which had not occurred even in a drill in complex sea conditions.

"The second torpedo wire has not been cut yet, how can it be lost!"

If the first torpedo successfully passed through enemy interference, and when it switched to self-guidance mode, the wire connecting it to the submarine was cut, then theoretically there is a little possibility of being guided by advanced strong electromagnetic weapons to deviate from the target, but it will not directly lose the signal. The second torpedo had not yet switched to self-guided mode, and the expensive wire was firmly restricting its direction, and at this moment, except that it was a fake torpedo, there was no possibility of anything going wrong.

In the gloomy waters, a torpedo was slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea, and its sturdy pressure-resistant shell stirred up waves of mud and sand when it touched the seabed, and under the influence of its own weight, it sank into the silt at a third of its height.

A string of bubbles burst out of the tail of the torpedo, and then the thick shell was torn off like a piece of paper, and a few small fish wandering by were so startled that they immediately swung their tails and swam into the distance.

The sharp claws stuck to the surface of the torpedo, and the terror robot pulled its body out of the torpedo, and as the iridium claws swung violently, it rushed high like a jellyfish.

And not so far away, another torpedo was dragging a long wire towards the seabed.

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