Atlantic Ocean, unknown waters, 410 meters underwater, inside the Ohio-class ballistic missile nuclear submarine, the specific type is unknown. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Half a month ago, the cylindrical teardrop-shaped nuclear-powered submarine finished its last replenishment in Europe, and after 38 hours they could no longer contact the submarine support base in Maddalena, Italy, where everyone knew what was going on, and they had lost another place to dock.

No one knows how many similar submarines are cruising beneath the turbulent waters of the world's oceans, and almost every country with nuclear submarines sent all of them out before the first wave of the swarm attack, not to mention those with conventional power, during which the continent was sparsely populated and there was congestion under the ocean. Each of the nuclear submarines was carefully dodging any slightly larger unknowns on the sonar, knowing that perhaps the fish-like object that was a little larger than a shark in the sonar could be another country's nuclear submarine. This is not the first time that the thrilling scene of two strategic nuclear forces passing by has been staged.

The crew of the submarine had no way of knowing what was going on outside, and although the atmosphere of the end of the world was permeating the ocean, they still had to carry out their mission mechanically, and there were still eleven and a half months before the next surface, and they didn't know if they would have a chance to wait until that time.

"Captain! Emergency Action Command Code 5v7jf9! An extremely shocked male voice echoed in the bridge of the submarine, and in an instant, there was silence all around.

Everyone knew what the code meant, and every year since they got on the submarine, they had to do the same drills to familiarize themselves with the program they had laughed at and complained that they wouldn't be able to use anyway.

They had dreamed of this day countless times, but they never imagined that it would actually come. This group of young people born at the end of the Cold War did not have the Cold War mentality of their parents' generation, and many even thought it was just a job, a very cool job.

What should come is still coming, but I didn't expect fate to choose to carry it out.

"Repeat, code 5v7jf9." The communication soldier carefully checked it several times, "Wait, there are new coordinates here." ”

The communication soldier's hand holding the white carbon paper trembled a little, he wiped the cold sweat on his face, and said in a trembling and extremely powerful voice: "Ship ...... Captain ......"

With a "bang", the old captain who strode over snatched the note from the signal soldier's hand, and the communication soldier, who was almost emotionally broken, found that the captain who had always been calm and calm was trembling just like himself.

The captain with a wrinkled forehead knew that it was time for the submarine to fulfill its mission, and even if he hesitated, as a soldier, he could only obey his fate.

"Check the documents." The captain said, and the middle-aged first mate on the side quickly opened the safe on the bulkhead of the submarine and took out a tightly wrapped document wrapped in a waterproof plastic skin.

The first mate carefully checked the code on the classified document and the carbon paper several times to see if it was consistent, and after finally confirming the authenticity, he nodded to the captain with a blank face.

Taking a deep breath, the captain spoke: "Float to 30 meters underwater, and reduce the speed to 2 knots after entering the predetermined channel." ”

"Ding, ding, ding!" The piercing siren sounded, and all the people in the submarine who were resting or busy reflexively grabbed everything around them that could fix themselves, and only ten seconds later, the nuclear submarine that was originally moving smoothly suddenly rose urgently at a large elevation angle, and everyone seemed to be like an airplane taking off, and the oncoming huge pressure made everyone slam into the things behind them, and the coffee cup that had not had time to clean up slammed into the bulkhead with a "bang".

"Go to a predetermined depth."

"The sonar is normal, and there are no threatening units around."

"The speed has been reduced to two knots."

"The water pressure outside the canister cover is about 3 atmospheres."

A report sounded in the bridge, and the captain no longer hesitated, he picked up the microphone connected to the electronic screen in front of the signal corps with an extremely resolute expression, and made an announcement to all the crew in a voice without any emotion.

"All the officers and men of the United States, I, your captain, inform you on the bridge. We have confirmed the president's order. The captain glanced at the red gauge that had been timed from the moment he received the order, "In 79 seconds it will enter the nuclear bomb launch procedure, target, Los Angeles!" ”

The crew in the cabins looked at each other, wondering if their ears had misheard, or if the captain had mispronounced, or if it was just a joke in the last days to set the mood around?

The personnel inside the bridge changed color, and they all looked at the captain with incredulous eyes, and after getting no reply, they all looked at the silent signal soldier on the side.

The signal soldier nodded with difficulty, and he swallowed his saliva, but felt that his throat was still dry.

No one spoke, and there was absolute silence inside the submarine at this moment, and everyone was like a sculpture, even though they had a thousand words in their hearts, but they didn't know where to start.

Since the announcement of the nuclear bomb launch order, the captain and the deputy have been in a silent wait, the captain's gaze shifts from time to time in front of the timer and the electronic map, and soon, he will personally set the coordinates of the missile attack on his hometown.

"Enter the launch countdown, 10, 9, 8, 7 ......" The first mate's mechanical voice echoed in the cramped submarine cabin, and when the electronic timer showed 0, he and the captain slammed the two U-disk-shaped plastic modules at the same time and took out the keys inside.

As the keys of the two were inserted at the same time, an electronic display that was usually never enabled lit up, and both of them knew that it was time for positioning.

"Come on." The captain said.

As the captain's assistant and friend, the first mate understood that the captain couldn't do it, and at the moment when the captain closed his eyes in pain, he firmly locked the red dot representing death on Los Angeles.

"After all, the Lord will not come into the world, and it will not be light, but darkness."

The captain opened his eyes and stared at the blood-red spot, and he took a deep breath as if he were about to spit out his life.

"D-5 Trident II ICBM, launch!"

Both keys rotate at the same time.

The upper cover of the missile launch canister located in the middle of the nuclear submarine was suddenly opened, the electric squib detonated, the gas generator was ignited, and in an instant a stream of high-temperature gas was sprayed into the canister from the bottom of the launch canister.

Accompanied by churning white foam, the Trident was lifted into the sky by the first stage rocket booster, and in less than ten minutes, it was sent out of the atmosphere by the second stage rocket.

A cloud of white smoke rises from the sea to the sky, and almost the same scene is playing out on all the world's oceans, not only in Los Angeles, but also in Miami, New York, Detroit, Philadelphia, and even Washington, D.C., where more than 13 cities that have been overrun by billions of insects will feel the wrath of human despair.

Twenty minutes later, a long tail flame slipped from the sky like a meteor. At the top of the Federal Bank Building in Los Angeles, a host flies slowly up the towering metal TV tower, overlooking the ocean of its own people.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, it quickly lifted its round body, and its protruding purple compound eyes stared at the bright flame in the sky.

A dazzling white light suddenly lit up in mid-air, and the sky seemed to be as bright as this was the only thing left, and even the sun became dim under its unbridled release.

A moment later, the earth trembled violently as if it had been hit with a heavy punch, and countless buildings easily collapsed under the impact of the huge shock wave visible to the naked eye, and the turbulent sea of insects seemed to be frozen at this moment.

That light is not hope, but death from heaven.