Under the vast sea of stars, turbulent waves rolled in a sea that was as thick as ink.
The fierce sea breeze whistled past, bringing with it a hint of coldness and the fishy smell of the sea.
If one were to analyze it carefully, they could even smell a hint of gunpowder …
In this seemingly calm sea, a huge object that was more than a hundred meters long was quietly floating on the surface of the sea like a huge monster.
As it got closer, it could be seen that it was a submarine with a body of steel!
At this moment, a classical oriental beauty wearing a black leather jacket, black hair in a long ponytail, and a voluptuous figure was standing on the deck of the submarine with her head held high.
Beside the woman was a tall, golden-haired man with a slightly thin figure.
The man wore a navy coat and looked at the sea in the west with a smile on his face. His tough face had a relaxed expression.
Behind this man and woman was a team of soldiers in navy uniforms. However, there was no flag of any country. Instead, on their chests, there was a glaring and terrifying skull pattern outlined with silver lines!
The blonde man noticed the worry on the oriental beauty's face and said in standard English with a London accent, "Lady Hannya, don't worry too much. There's still plenty of time. There's still at least half an hour before Hua Xia's Jiangnan Navy finds us and rushes over. "
Hannya was expressionless as she said coldly, "Colonel Brewster, I don't care about Hua Xia's Navy. I only care if His Majesty Pluto is in trouble."
This blonde man was Makedon's grandson, Brewster. Compared to when he was in the Forgotten Realms, he had put on a little more weight and wasn't as skinny as before.
Wearing a navy trench coat, Brewster returned to his position as a colonel leading the troops. He was less humorous and more mature and reserved.
"The explosives were personally set up by Lady Hannya and the Jonins of Yamata Sect. You should know better than anyone else the power of those explosives. It's nothing to His Majesty Pluto.
As for the torpedoes and Tomahawk cruise missiles that our fleet launched, it was His Majesty Pluto's request. He naturally knows the consequences and won't do anything that would harm himself, "Brewster said.
A complicated emotion flashed through Hannya's eyes. She subconsciously turned her head and looked at the iron-blooded soldiers behind her …
In addition to the nuclear submarine under his feet, there were two frigates and a guided-missile destroyer parked here just now.
They were all equipped with the most advanced naval equipment from various countries. In fact, due to some special modifications, they were even more technologically advanced than the American and Russian fleets!
Hundreds of soldiers, who looked like regular soldiers, listened to Brewster's command and launched dozens of Tomahawk missiles according to the coordinates sent by Yang Cheng.
After the battle command ended, the fleet headed for the high seas, while the nuclear submarine stayed behind to wait for Yang Cheng.
Hannya almost didn't dare to imagine how Yang Cheng could have such a well-equipped super fleet that could enter the waters of Hua Xia without being discovered!?
This was not only a matter of financial resources, but also a matter of strong channels and a wide range of appeal to be successful.
With such a fleet, it wouldn't be a problem to attack the American mainland because the American military wouldn't discover the fleet's whereabouts until they were attacked!
If it wasn't for Yang Cheng asking her to lead the Yamata Sect's Jonin to participate in this operation, Hannya didn't dare to imagine that Yang Cheng actually had such a force under him …
"Colonel, can you tell me the name of your fleet? I don't think I've heard of any mercenary army of such a scale. "Hannya couldn't help but ask.
Brewster narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Lady Hannya, you're one of us, so of course I can tell you … But I have to correct one thing first. This isn't my fleet. This is His Majesty Pluto's private fleet.
I'm only the commander of this' Ghost Fleet '. Thanks to my father-in-law, General Sauron, I've received His Majesty Pluto's trust to lead this fleet.
Our 'Ghost Fleet' isn't a mercenary army but a regular army. Other than fighting for His Majesty Pluto, we're also protecting his territory from invasion. This time, it's only a small team from our fleet because we don't want to make things too difficult for the Hua Xia government. "
Hannya's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe it. This was actually just a small team?
She had pledged allegiance to Yang Cheng for quite some time. In between, she had also interacted with Yang Cheng's other subordinates. She didn't think that she would only see the tip of the iceberg.
Actually, she didn't know that after the previous Pluto left, many of the forces left behind were taken over by Yang Cheng. Therefore, it didn't take Yang Cheng much effort to accumulate a large amount of combat power. Otherwise, if Yang Cheng wanted to expand his forces all over the world, it would also take him many years.
After a while, Hannya recovered from her incomparable admiration. It was also at this moment that the Ninja's keen sense of smell made her notice a trace of abnormality on the surface of the sea!
"Someone's coming … It's His Majesty Pluto!" Hannya looked at the distant sea in surprise.
In front of outsiders, she still wouldn't directly call out the two words "Master".
Broust also saw a figure floating on the surface of the sea and heaved a sigh of relief. Previously, he had asked people to search for Yang Cheng's phone signal, but they couldn't find it, so he was a little worried.
At this moment, carrying Meng Yue, Yang Cheng, who only relied on the strength of one hand and two legs to quickly move forward in the sea, was very embarrassed.
The clothes on his body were basically tattered and almost falling off. Although his wounds had already healed quickly, he could only swim to the location of the submarine, which was still quite embarrassing.
When fighting with Meng Kuo, he could have used the Space Law to quickly escape, but firstly, the Space Law was almost useless against people like Meng Kuo. Not only was it easy to be intercepted, but it would also leave traces that could be tracked. Secondly, bringing Meng Yue with him, Yang Cheng was even more uncertain.
Therefore, he could only use the passage between the mountain and the sea created by the torpedo to quickly swim out of the sea.
With Yang Cheng's strong physique and proficiency in the water, protecting Meng Yue, who already had a good amount of internal energy, while escaping from the sea was not a difficult task.
Due to the large number of cruise missiles surrounding them, Meng Kuo and the other elders were busy moving the others, and they also had to resist the power of the explosion. Naturally, they had no time to care about how Yang Cheng escaped.
What made Yang Cheng depressed was that his phone was destroyed by the strong pressure and lost its function. Fortunately, he had already remembered the coordinates that he had asked Broust to wait for, so he could still find this place.
Swimming almost without slowing down, Yang Cheng came to the side of the submarine and sent the wet and unconscious Meng Yue up first. He handed her over to Hannya and climbed onto the deck of the submarine.
"Your Majesty Pluto, the commander-in-chief of the Ghost Fleet, Broust, pays his respects to you!" Broust saluted solemnly, not missing the necessary etiquette.
Yang Cheng took some salty seaweed from his body and threw it to the side. He spat out a few mouthfuls of salty saliva, waved his hand, and said, "Alright, Broust. Although we are carrying out a combat order and not playing privately, let's put the salute aside for now. Let's drive the submarine to the high seas first, lest Hua Xia's navy comes looking for trouble."
"Yes! Your Majesty! Please enter the submarine! "
Yang Cheng nodded and said to Hannya, "Hannya, look after Meng Yue. She knows internal energy, so give her some medicine that will make her lose her combat power. Just don't kill her. I still have questions for her."
Hannya nodded and nodded. She lowered her head to look at Meng Yue in her arms. Although her wet hair covered half of her face, she could still see that she was a charming beauty. A hint of coldness flashed in Hannya's eyes.
After entering the submarine's cabin, the submarine quickly sank and quickly headed for the high seas.
Yang Cheng walked with wet steps all the way to the command room. He dug his ears and listened to Broust's battle report.
"Your Majesty Pluto, as per your request, we have sent the third squad of the Ghost Fleet to carry out this mission. In addition to the Virginia class nuclear submarine beneath our feet, there are also two Bazan class frigates and an Aliburk-class guided missile destroyer.
Your private luxury yacht, 'Erebos', is already waiting on the high seas. At our current speed, we can leave the waters of Hua Xia within half an hour. "
"Hmm …" This kind of battle group is just right. Oh right, how many missiles did you fire? "Yang Cheng asked.
"A total of forty-seven Tomahawk cruise missiles," Broust quickly replied.
Yang Cheng couldn't help but stop in his tracks. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "How's the market for the Tomahawk now?"
"The cost is about six hundred thousand, and our starting price is around seven hundred thousand US dollars …" "Sir, you're asking about this …"
"What!? Seven hundred thousand!? "Yang Cheng raised his voice and said in annoyance," Why did you shoot so much? Wouldn't it be fine if you shot less and bombed more in batches?!
You've spent more than thirty million US dollars in four rounds!? Isn't your grandfather very good at accounting!? How did he raise a prodigal son like you!?
Broust looked wronged, but he didn't dare to refute. Didn't he want to cover the entire area with firepower? Besides, you didn't tell me to save money …
Yang Cheng's heart ached. Although he was well-off, he also had a lot of people to support. These missiles wouldn't be able to kill those bastards from the Meng Family, so wouldn't it be a waste?
When he thought about how the Meng Family had so many experts, Yang Cheng felt a headache coming on. When Meng Yue woke up, he would ask her what she was up to.
Half an hour later, the Ghost Fleet's squad gathered around a brightly lit luxury yacht on the high seas. This white yacht had four floors and was nearly two hundred meters long. It was one of Yang Cheng's personal toys, the Erebos.
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