The submarine rose rapidly, and Qin Feng floated up with it. Without waiting for the submarine hatches to open, he used his dagger to cut open the cover of the torpedo tube and looked down—immediately, he smiled. The Sun Nationals are quite practical: even during non-combat operations, torpedo tubes are filled with torpedoes. The subsequent work will surely proceed smoothly. Along the thick tube, he spotted 533-millimeter high-power torpedoes and casually mounted one magnetic induction bomb on it. By this point, the work should be considered complete. For added safety, he submerged back down and carefully cut open the underwater torpedo tube covers, repeating the same procedure. With this, two torpedoes will explode simultaneously—no matter whether it's the submarine or a surface warship of ten thousand tons, there's a 90% chance of sinking. The helmsman sent crew members to check the aft section. They walked toward the rear chatting and laughing, completely unaware that trouble had also arisen ahead. "What exactly is going on?" the captain frowned, his mind overwhelmed by the sudden series of unexpected events. "The forward crew doesn't have a clear picture either. They recommend sending divers to check outside," one crew member said. The captain replied firmly, "Don't send the divers yet. First, try the drainage system. Also, report my situation to command immediately!" "Yes, sir!" After several attempts, the drainage system proved ineffective. Just as the captain was about to decide on sending the divers, a sudden, powerful explosion rocked the submarine, causing it to shake violently. The crew members reacted instinctively, all falling to the ground. The shaking continued. The captain struggled to rise and asked, "What's happened? Report immediately!" Crew members from various sections reported their damage through the communication system. Yet strangely, the crew in the three forward compartments remained silent. A massive explosion sent several people checking the stern into the water, who clearly saw the bow rise high, blazing with fire, before plunging into the water. They immediately reported the situation, estimating that the forward weapons compartment had been completely destroyed, and the two compartments behind it were likely in equally dire condition. Upon hearing the report, the captain cried out hysterically, "Close all watertight doors in the forward compartments—otherwise, the whole submarine will be lost!" A flurry of activity ensued, and the entire submarine became chaotic. Due to heavy water ingress at the bow, the weight imbalance caused the stern to rise above the water surface. Outside observers clearly saw the propellers tightly wrapped in a dense network of nylon ropes. In the sky, Qin, the young man, watched with a cheerful smile as all that was unfolding below, murmuring to himself, "The people from the Small Sun Nation are quite quick on their feet—within less than a minute, they've managed to stabilize the sinking trend. Well, I guess I'm just destined to be busy; I'll have to go down again and cause them some more trouble!" As he finished speaking, a second explosion rang out. This surprised him. Though the submarine was equipped with two bombs, they had detonated simultaneously, so there should have been only one sound. Where did the second one come from? The explosion caused the midsection of the submarine to arch upward, making it look just like a chocolate bar that was about to split in two. "By golly," he said, confidently observing for several seconds, "it must be the ammunition storage compartment. In the *Kisen*-class submarines, the ammunition storage is typically located in the central section—yes, it's definitely the ammunition compartment that's blown!" Below the central section, a large hole over two meters in diameter had been torn open by the blast, and seawater surged in rapidly. People began to flee, but given the submarines' high degree of watertight integrity and the fact that all watertight doors had been sealed off by the earlier explosions, escaping proved extremely difficult—like relying on luck. Who among them would ultimately be the most fortunate? Only heaven knew. However, their command center had already become aware of the severity of the incident, with several crew members feeling their escape was hopeless and making contact with the base commander at the last moment to report the situation. At the base command center of the Sun Nation, everyone was pale with concern—this had now been the fourth serious incident in several days, and no one could understand why misfortune seemed to always strike them. No one dared to speak, especially those who had initially believed the waters in that region to be unusually strange, fearing that once they opened their mouths, they would become the target of criticism. The commander cleared his throat and managed to force out a few words: "Have the aircraft dispatched to investigate arrived yet?" The officer in charge of air traffic stood up to reply: "They still have fifteen minutes of flight time until they reach the incident site." "Fifteen minutes," the commander exploded, "What about the aircraft originally assigned to patrol the surrounding area? When will they arrive?" The officer replied cautiously: "The nearest aircraft can reach the site within three minutes!" "What are you still waiting for? Go assign the tasks!" The commander truly wanted to walk over and give him a solid slap. Are you out of your mind? There are planes right nearby—why wait fifteen minutes? The officer groaned, "Sir, the fighter jets assigned to patrol duties can't fly very low or slow. Even if they pass by, we'd only be able to make visual observations—nothing more!" The command center fell silent once again, with no one daring to speak. Qin Feng steered his flying sword calmly toward his own fleet. Suddenly, a flash of red light appeared behind him.