Caribbean Sea.
In the vast ocean, a freighter rode the waves northward toward Cuba.
The freighter carried nuclear missiles the Soviet Union intended to deploy in Cuba.
Ahead, a massive fleet had formed a battle formation, its enormous gun barrels aimed at the freighter as they waited vigilantly.
Behind the freighter was another fleet. Thick gun barrels were aimed at the fleet ahead.
"Warning! Crossing the blockade line will be considered a declaration of war!"
On the American warships, huge loudspeakers continuously broadcast warnings to the freighter and the Russian fleet ahead.
Yet... the freighter showed no intention of stopping.
"Prepare for battle!"
The battle alarm sounded. Both fleets entered combat readiness. War could erupt at any moment.
"Commander, orders have just arrived from headquarters. The operation is canceled! The operation is canceled!"
Just as war was about to break out, the Russian fleet received new orders. The operation had been canceled—the operation to deploy nuclear missiles in Cuba.
"North Star! The operation is canceled! The operation is canceled! Stop advancing! Stop advancing!"
The Russian fleet hurriedly sent a message to the freighter, ordering it to stop.
However...
The freighter did not comply and continued forward.
"What is going on? What is this? Why isn't North Star obeying orders?"
The Russian fleet commander turned pale and hurriedly contacted the American fleet. "We've lost control of North Star! Don't fire! Don't fire!"
"Hmph! Save that trick for fooling children!"
The American fleet commander remained unmoved and continued issuing orders. "Prepare the guns! The moment North Star breaches the blockade line, open fire!"
"Charles, what's happening down there?"
A plane tore through the clouds. Gret looked at the dire situation below and hurriedly asked Charles.
"Red Devil! Red Devil killed everyone aboard North Star. North Star has lost control!"
Through telepathy, Charles