The naval port commander paced in circles, calling his superiors, then more superiors, then the director of the Shanghai Special Affairs Bureau.
If someone had to suffer, it couldn't just be him! If someone wanted to die, it couldn't just be him!
Some matters had clearly exceeded his authority. They were completely beyond his ability to handle! He requested higher-level coordination, higher-level guidance, and higher-level oversight!
If the commander at West University knew about his headache, he would surely sigh that this was truly the trouble of happiness. And your happiness was built upon our suffering!
"Why did another one go down?!" The commander over at West University had a splitting headache and nearly smashed his beloved custom coffee mug, worth 1,200 bucks. "One already had an accident earlier! It inexplicably went deep, its systems inexplicably lost control, and by the time control was restored, it had already wandered into East University's encirclement! Do you know how much we paid to get it back? We still haven't found the cause, and now another one has gone down!"
The adjutant stood stiffly beside him, facing the window and watching the planes thunderously take off and land outside without a word. Only after the commander had finished venting did he cautiously advise him:
"Sir, at least the vessel that went down this time wasn't ours. Those wrecks from Japan—if one goes down, then it goes down. They won't hold us accountable."
That was at least a sliver of good news amid the bad. The commander's anger subsided somewhat as he asked coldly:
"Have they determined the cause?"
"Not yet. It won't be that fast." In truth, anyone with even a little professional knowledge would know that answer without him needing to repeat it.
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