Chapter 575: Deep Submersible Fleet (Part 1)

The pain struck the back of his eyeballs with a flirting, accompanied by tremor. When he repelled the numb pain and deliberately calmed down temporarily, the pain immediately struck again at an annoying rate.
The black knight Bruce Wayne opened his dry and tired eyes with his fingers. He didn't need a physiological display on the bracelet to tell him that he hadn't slept for two weeks, and he clearly realized every hour.
"grown ups?"
Suddenly, a female voice broke the dark silence.
He looked away from the floating tactical monitor in front of him and saw a dark-haired woman in a messy uniform holding her helmet with goggles in one hand.
When he looked at the woman, the scenery of the bridge returned to his thoughts again, interrupting the fragile moment of concentration. He tried his best to ignore the whispers, whispers, and buttons of hundreds of people on duty. Rubbing sound.
"Speak, Kalina."
"Let me respectfully say...you look a little awful, sir."
"It doesn't sound respectful to me, what do you want to do?"
"I have bad news, sir."
Bruce doesn't have to smirk because the bad news is the few things that can really make him laugh.
"tell me the story."
"The Dark Sword has just returned to the port, and Commander Yule is also on board, living well."
"He is the newest Fleet Admiral now? Tell me that I am congratulating him on being the Admiral purely because he is the last officer of the deep submersible fleet, but what is the bad news?"
"He just told me that Val also died in the ambush of the Antitrust Submarine Fleet, which means that the Seahawks are dead to one person. Do I need to redeploy other teams to the Black Sword?"
Bruce put the question aside.
"Tell the Admiral that it was his own business, and as he handled it, my only command was that you and your squad should continue to be stationed on the Blood Slayer."
Karina salutes in the traditional manner of the Imperial Navy, palms into claws, fingers gently touching the chest above the heart.
"Your trust in me and my men is really happy, sir."
Bruce had long drawn his gaze back to the holographic display, studying the possible attack locations on the route.
"If you're fine, you can go"
"Yes, sir."
Watching her leave, Bruce finally gave up and continued to watch the monitor.
"you."
He pointed to the nearest horrifying crew.
"Yes."
A lifeless voice responded that the biochemical eye of this thing did not seem to focus on anything at all.
"Record these routes and transfer them to the remaining submarine."
"obey."
The slurred slave said that its fingers were cut off and replaced with many pointed cones, each of which was the key corresponding to the terminal in the command module.
He sent the information quickly without interruption between five soft clicks.
Bruce turned his gaze back to the empty command post. Before being ambushed, Fleet Admiral Torun Kashmir occupied the position next to this seat, always maintaining his calmness and self-control. He was the most trusted naval commander of the shadow prince. Even let him take charge of this flagship, even if the shadow prince is on board, his orders are very important.
But he underestimated the anti-submarine ability of Trust, and also underestimated the determination of the traitor. He was assassinated by his lieutenant in his seat, which led to the deep submarine fleet headless and being defeated one by one.
And this is already five days ago.
The entire deep-sea submarine fleet now has only one-third of the ships remaining capable of sailing, and the remaining one-third needs major repairs. The sea-sweeping aircraft carried is also very few, which is a devastating failure.
This secret fleet was built by the shadow prince with a lot of money and using a lot of unknown technology. It is specifically used to deal with the ruling main fleet of the Trust Council. It is now what it looks like, and I don't know what his expression will be when he returns.
Bruce's only certainty is that many, many people will die.
The next second, he pulled himself back to reality.
"Let all members of the Shadow Blade gather on the Blood Hand."
After he finished speaking, he didn't care who conveyed these orders.
"I will wait for them in the shadow prince's room."
He then left the command cabin without a word.
"Wayne."
When the heavy door receded, the old man greeted him.
In the short moment before the smirk was hung, Bruce showed a very confused expression. When he glanced at the old man sitting at the table surrounded by corpses slaughtered like animals, his eyes were full of suspicion.
"Why are you here?"
"accident."
Ya Ningping nodded and said:
"Did something go wrong? I heard that the fleet was ambushed and suffered heavy losses."
"As always, the bad news is always one after another. The shadow blade will gather here at night, the warlock, and find a place to stay."
Ya Ningping responded with a series of tremors under the respirator and asthma.
"Where should I go?"
"I don't care about an interesting question, anyway, just don't stay here."
"But Wayne..."
Bruce turned around very, very slowly. Even without wearing a helmet, his armored neck connection ring would make an uncomfortable noise when he turned his head to face the old man.
"You have kind..."
He rubbed his teeth and said, "
"Let me look at that again~EbookFREE.me~Yaningping looked at the black knight standing beside the pile of tortured corpses, his face pale as if he were also a corpse that had been hung up, and it shone with cold light The claws can tear him into a cloth strip.
"Bruce."
Then he said quietly.
"Much better, shouldn't you stay in the shadow city?"
"not now."
"It's really interesting, if you really want to stay, then at least give me a point."
"Thank you, Bruce."
Bruce snorted to know, and walked through the hanging bodies to the large round table for the shadow prince who sat at the flat side of Ya Ning. One side was occupied by the warlock's documents and scroll plate, and the rest was put Full of cracked corpses, it looks like it was ripped by brute force without tools.
Blackened meat scraps spilled over the table, dotted with dried blood stains and thick body fluids.
Faced with such a crazy scene, Bruce shook his head and started to clear the corpses.
"do not do that."
Suddenly, Yaning raised his hand to dissuade:
"Don't do this, Black Knight."
"Why not?"
That was the word, but Bruce's hand stayed on top of the body.
"Master Fan Haixin will speak to them."
"Did you say that."
"Do not."
Yaning cleared his throat, but his voice was still cloudy,
"I mean, he talks to them like he talks to living people. He will know that the body has been moved, which will anger him."
Bruce snorted and grabbed the body's bare spine and swept it off the table. The fragments made a muffled noise as they fell to the ground.
"We can wait for his return to deal with his crazy behavior, if he can really come back alive."