I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 248 - 192: The World is So Strange2

In their mouths, Baling Pond Strait was an important shipping channel, and those possessing such underwater laser weapons wouldn’t always be causing trouble there.

They urged the Philippines not to be timid.

Thus, the Philippine officials had to take action.

On the side of Lighthouse Country, they simply sent a few survey ships and several experts, modestly modified from a nearby military base, to assist the Philippines in the recovery efforts within a few hours.

Because of the concern about the submarine being sunk by an unknown underwater laser as ntioned in the intelligence, Lighthouse Country did not send submarines over as an easy target.

Instead, they sent survey ships with a simple addition of a light thermal-resistant ceramic alloy.

A light thermal-resistant ceramic alloy can theoretically enhance the ability to resist high-energy lasers; these alloys usually have very high lting points and good thermal stability, capable of delaying or reducing the thermal lting and structural damage of materials under the irradiation of high-energy lasers, providing the system with valuable reaction ti or reducing the degree of damage.

And so, a secret task force jointly ford by the Philippines and Lighthouse Country quietly set off, aiming straight for the area in Baling Pond Strait that had been marked as top secret.

Before noon.

A few inconspicuous survey ships slowly sailed on the surface, the eerily quiet atmosphere revealing a tension unlike normal exploration missions.

Although they appeared to be doing scientific research, they actually had other plans.

Beneath the deep, at over seven hundred ters.

Pitch black, with imnse pressure, it was almost a forbidden zone for direct human exploration.

And it was in this dark abyss that the sunken submarine lay quietly, carrying the key Black Box that could unlock the mystery.

To achieve this daunting mission, Lighthouse Country had directly utilized its latest developed special unmanned subrsible.

Clad in deep blue paint, it integrated the most cutting-edge underwater navigation and obstacle avoidance systems, capable of smoothly navigating through complex seabed terrains.

Its belly was equipped with highly sensitive sonar, which, like a bat’s echolocation, could ticulously scan every inch of the seabed around it.

The chanical arms had been specially strengthened to ensure stable operation in extre environnts and precise grasping.

With the command, the subrsible slowly sank into the sea, embarking on its journey into the unknown.

Inside the control room on the surface, a team of elite technicians stared intently at the monitoring screens, every piece of data feedback was a race against ti.

The images on the screen gradually cleared from the blur, revealing the mysterious veil of the seabed bit by bit.

As the special unmanned subrsible slowly ventured deeper into the dark underwater world, everything around seed to be swallowed by the silence of the deep sea.

However, when the subrsible’s powerful lights swept over a dimly lit patch of seabed, a heart-stopping scene ca into view—a once majestic and magnificent Submarine now lay there quietly, presenting an indescribable sense of tragic grandeur and decay.

Four straight and deep holes, like wounds on the seabed, penetrated the Submarine’s hull, rcilessly unveiling the disaster it had encountered.

The edges of the traces left by the laser were smooth and precise, as though they were the spear of technology delivering a lethal strike to an ancient ocean fortress.

Water freely flowed in and out of these massive wounds, with the interior wreckage vaguely visible.

Exposed cables twisted like snakes, and Gold tal fragnts mixed with personal effects told the silent tale of panic and despair during the ergency evacuation.

There were slight distortions and laser burn traces on the Submarine’s outer shell, chronicling its final struggles and unwillingness to yield.

So hatch doors were half-open, like the gaping mouth of a giant beast, but it could no longer roar as it once did. Only the occasional school of fish passing through seed to be quietly probing the secrets of this colossal object.

The whole scene exuded a surreal tranquility, as if ti had co to a standstill, making one wonder about that decisive mont: the laser piercing through the dark depths of the sea, striking the Submarine like lightning, followed by a deafening explosion, and then a gradually sinking silence, until everything returned to stillness.

The elite from Lighthouse Country and the Philippines who were controlling the unmanned subrsible on the surface swallowed hard at the sight of this disarray.

It was hard to imagine what incidents this Submarine had encountered before.

To end up in this state.

The few experts, upon seeing the smoothness of the holes and the burn marks, could understand just how fierce the underwater Laser Weapon must have been.

After pondering for a mont, they continued to operate, despite their shock.

With the unmanned subrsible’s precise maneuvers, a critical task unfolded, which was the recovery of the Submarine’s Black Box.

This was a key step in the investigation of the accident’s causes.

The subrsible’s chanical arm gingerly extended towards the area near the Submarine’s command center.

In the dimness, the subrsible’s lights slowly focused, illuminating the solid yet inconspicuous shell of the Black Box.

After a brief positioning and assessnt, the chanical arm gently embraced this crucial device, every movent exceedingly cautious, lest any unnecessary damage should befall the Black Box.

The surrounding water seed to hold its breath at this mont, all actions proceeding in silence, save for the faint electronic signal tones coming from inside the subrsible, marking this pivotal instant.

The Black Box was slowly lifted, gradually departing the slumbering seabed.

The head of intelligence for Lighthouse Country, Stevie Yago, remotely watching the salvage live stream, also held his breath with a hint of excitent.

Judging from the current state of the Submarine’s wreckage, it had been essentially confird to have been destroyed by a Laser Weapon, the Philippine Navy’s high command was indeed not joking.

Moreover, considering the intelligence received by the Philippines, it seed quite possible it was indeed emitted by a human.

Then.

Back at Su Shi Reef, it had likely been the sa naked man wielding a Stone Trident.

This matched the results of the pillar-like object detected by the unmanned subrsible’s sonar, less than two ters tall.

This implied many things.

It suggested that such entities may have always existed in the vast ocean.

It suggested that the world might be unfamiliar, not as the ordinary person once understood it.

It suggested that a path potentially extraordinary was slowly unfolding before us.

This left him, the intelligence chief of Lighthouse Country who prided himself on knowing the world’s deepest secrets, sowhat befuddled.

Who is this person?

Does he possess mythological abilities, or is he so kind of bio-engineered superweapon?

Are his strengths rely as seen, or has he not fully revealed his capabilities?

What will happen to the world next, and how will Lighthouse Country respond?

For a mont, Stevie Yago’s mind was brimming with questions, his thoughts racing to distant, uncharted places.

Thus, the Black Box seed all the more significant now.

Once the data from the Black Box was recovered, experts would be able to analyze the Submarine’s final technical failures, human errors, and the relevant data connected to the external attack it faced.

After all, whether or not the laser was emitted by a person, the most critical thing now was to figure out a way to counteract it.

Moving forward, the Black Box data was needed to better understand the Laser Weapon’s power and chanisms and to devise counterasures.

Of course.

If it were a human, it would also an a great deal more.

Let’s set aside the complex and shocking arrangents for a mont.

Stevie Yago felt it was now imperative to first approach Warner Brothers Entertainnt Company, to extend a cordial invitation to the folks from the DC Comics subsidiary for a discussion.

After all.

This naked man from the depths wielding a trident capable of shooting lasers inevitably brought to mind the Sea King and Superhuman.

Finding such an individual in the vast ocean would be extrely difficult; without causing so disturbance, he might never be located again.

Therefore, Stevie Yago planned to first approach the DC Comics company as a matter of routine inquiry, surely simpler than searching for a needle in the ocean.

What if they truly knew sothing?

After all, this wouldn’t be much trouble and could easily be tackled amidst a series of cumberso arrangents.

As he pondered.

Looking at the photo of the naked man detected by the Philippines’ subrsible.

A glimr of insight flashed in Stevie Yago’s eyes.

He had a feeling.

That the world might soon face so unpredictable, monuntal change in the not-so-distant future.