I actually didn't need Bald Qiang to tell me; I already had a good idea in my heart.
That organization dared to take such a huge risk for this matter, which made it clear that the difficulty of this mission was off the charts! From this, I also witnessed the impressive capabilities of Zhengyang. It seemed that in order to evade the Dong Family's pursuit, I had no choice but to join this organization. After this incident, I would seriously consider becoming a member.
I had always been indifferent to certain organizations, but now the situation was different. I finally understood why some people were so eager to get involved.
Having gone through so much life and death, I had seen enough to be unfazed. My heart no longer held any fear; fate had pushed me to this point, and I had no other options left but to press on.
Later, we briefly discussed our future plans and had a clearer understanding of our purpose for this journey.
The tsunami had unearthed underwater ruins, and now many academic organizations both domestic and international, as well as some unscrupulous individuals, were focusing their attention on the Bosphorus Sea. Everyone was eager to make a fortune. Our enemies this time included not only the treacherous underwater environment and various crises from prehistoric super civilizations but also the terrifying power of that organization. This trip would certainly be challenging!
In short, the situation was not optimistic.
The number of people truly participating in this operation was quite small: me, Wan, Xiao Xiao, Bald Qiang, Big Mouth Lee, Zhengyang, Ghost Granny, Saint Void Child, and Bear Big. As for Tu Gen and Baozhu, they wouldn't accompany us on the mission but would remain on the sea surface or land to handle other matters for us. After all, we were going to dive into the Atlantic Ocean. According to our scans, that area should be over 600 meters underwater. Even with submarines, entering such depths was particularly dangerous; we needed support from the surface!
Under normal circumstances, an average person could only dive once: if the time spent at the surface after the first dive did not exceed ten minutes before diving again, it would still count as a single dive. If there was more than an hour between dives at the surface, it would count as a separate dive.
Any subsequent dive occurring between ten minutes and one hour after the previous dive was considered a repeated dive. We needed to take into account the residual nitrogen in our bodies after each dive.
We settled these issues quickly. After some calculations and purchasing supplies at Dalian Port, we boarded the cruise ship that evening and set off towards our destination under the cover of night.
For the next several hours, we focused entirely on practicing diving.
Diving to a depth of 600 meters was beyond what our bodies could handle; water pressure was something humans simply could not endure. Even extreme sports enthusiasts wouldn’t dare attempt such depths. At that level, it was likely that internal organs would rupture due to water pressure—leading to immediate death!
Thus, our diving equipment was a type of Simple Submarine that could accommodate all of us at once.
This Simple Submarine was an improved and simplified version based on past submarines; it couldn't travel far before "running out of air." It worked fine near shore but would quickly lead to disaster in deep waters without support from larger vessels! We needed a continuous supply of air from a pipeline on the sea surface.
Bald Qiang excelled at handling this equipment while we looked like fools trying to figure it out. But it wasn't entirely our fault; without some hands-on experience with this device, anyone would struggle to operate it.
In order to adapt to the special nature of this mission, we had spent almost all our time getting familiar with the Simple Submarine. After several attempts, I discovered that this Simple Submarine could dive to a maximum depth of 600 meters!
That's right, 600 meters is the limit!
Going deeper would be risking our lives!
After all, when it comes to machinery, men tend to be psychologically curious. So one day, while Bald Qiang was distracted, I sneaked into the Simple Submarine with a bowl and started experimenting with it. Ignorantly, I dove down over fifty more meters, and that’s when the problems began. I heard two loud cracks, and several fissures appeared on the protective shield of the Simple Submarine, resembling shattered glass. Water rushed in with a whoosh, and the bowl kept shouting, "If you don’t seek death, you won’t die." Honestly, he wasn’t the only one scared; I was terrified too. I quickly ascended. Fortunately, I managed to save my life. By the time I surfaced at Sea Surface, the water inside the Simple Submarine was nearly up to my neck, which frightened me greatly.
Before I could exit the cabin, Bald Qiang yanked me out like a chicken and berated me mercilessly. Knowing I was in the wrong, I didn’t dare say much.
From that moment on, 600 meters became a death line in my mind. In subsequent training sessions, I never attempted to challenge the limits of this type of machinery again. Humans may have no limits, but machines do; a certain number of meters is just that—trying to push those limits is playing with our lives.
As we headed towards the Bosphorus Sea, another tsunami erupted in that area. The waves reached heights of up to 45 meters and barreled towards the Bosphorus. Even though the local government had made extensive preparations, it was all in vain. The moment the tsunami struck land, everything turned into ruins—nothing remained!
The tsunamis were becoming increasingly powerful.
It was clear that the underwater ruins were also restless; it seemed Sauron and Dong Tong had been causing quite a stir down there and had stirred up trouble!
We set off with our destination being the Bosphorus Strait, where we were about to reach Antarctica.
The cruise ship continued its daily journey across the vast ocean.
This was not my first time drifting at sea; my previous experience lasted half a month and filled me with fear and awe of the ocean. To be honest, I was terrified of this expanse of water; what I longed for most was a stable and peaceful life on land.
Thus, after nearly half a month of drifting on the sea, we finally entered the Bosphorus Sea.
The sky was clear that day.
We were lucky; it seemed we had missed the tsunami.
However, an anomaly occurred that very night.
That night, I chatted with Big Mouth Lee until around nine o'clock. Just as I was falling asleep, a violent shaking jolted me awake, as if the entire world were about to turn upside down. The howling wind and the sound of rain pounding against the deck created a terrifying racket.
I knew, having drifted at sea for half a month, that we were caught in a storm. This kind of storm left a shadow in my heart; it was simply too frightening to describe. However, the situation was special now. I had to step out of the cabin and gaze into the distance. The sky ahead was lit up ominously, as if it were ablaze.
At that moment, the sky seemed to have split open, revealing a dark expanse with faint white light flickering within—an extraordinarily terrifying sight.
Raindrops the size of soybeans stung my cheeks as I struggled against the howling wind and rain to stand up on the deck. With great difficulty, I made my way to Baozhu's side and shouted, "What on earth is happening?!"
"A tsunami is coming!"
"It came so suddenly, without any warning! It was clear and sunny during the day, and now a tsunami strikes at night—it's completely unexpected!"
"The tsunami is heading towards Tierra del Fuego. We haven't yet entered its range; we need to steer away immediately! There's still time!"
Just then, before Baozhu could finish speaking, a deep male voice came from behind us: "We can't leave!"
I recognized that voice—it was Zhengyang's. Instinctively, I turned around.
"You can leave, but we cannot! The tsunami is arriving, and the ruins will open up. This is a great opportunity! We came here to explore the ruins, and now is the time to brave the stormy seas and seize our chance to enter!"
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