The Qinggang Sword Is Drawn!

Crack—

A crisp sound of breaking rang out.

The wineglass in Sander Humphrey's hand crashed to the floor, splashing bright red wine across his collar and even his cheek.

But Sander Humphrey made no move to wipe it away. His face twisted with fury as he stared at the man who had barged into the command room.

"Macchioni, what are you saying?"

Gulp.

The man named Macchioni—the same Sander Humphrey's deputy—swallowed hard and said, steeling himself:

"Mr. Humphrey, all three of our nuclear submarines operating within forty nautical miles of us have been detected by the Huaxians. Their anti-submarine missiles precisely struck the seabed rocks near the submarines at the same time."

"The closest missile landed just twenty meters from a submarine. The other two landed within fifty meters as well."

"Because the vessels were maintaining radio silence, they couldn't contact us right away. Their captains all chose to surface and assess the situation."

Bang!!

Sander Humphrey slammed his palm on the table. The East Asian strategist, renowned for his cunning rather than his words, looked ready to tear someone apart.

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible! How could the Huaxians pinpoint the positions of our nuclear submarines? Even the Russians couldn't do that!"

Not long ago, Sander Humphrey had criticized Sugawara Keisuke for being too emotional. Now, before long, he had lost his own composure.

Of course.

Sander Humphrey's reaction was understandable. They had discovered nuclear submarines, after all.

It was worth remembering that nuclear submarines held enormous strategic importance for every country. On the surface, aircraft carriers were the core of a nation's blue-water combat capability, but nuclear submarines were every bit as valuable.

They were the most promising component of the Sea, Land, and Air Triad nuclear strike system. The unique properties of seawater and the vastness of the oceans