Battle to the Bitter End, Hold the Line to the Death

"Fuck!" General Ross cursed furiously.

His fingers kept pressing the control keys, but it was useless.

The Super Prison had originally been designed with humanitarian concerns in mind.

If anything happened to the prison in the deep sea, it would surface first no matter what, ensuring the safety of both staff and prisoners.

Otherwise, hundreds or even thousands of meters beneath the sea, the water pressure was equivalent to a hundred atmospheres—roughly a million kilograms pressing down on every square meter.

Under such terrifying pressure, without the high-strength materials surrounding the Super Prison, everything inside would have been crushed flat.

He had never expected Pierce to exploit this humanitarian design.

Only an internal higher-up like Pierce, someone authorized to read the Super Prison's blueprints, could have launched such a targeted attack.

Even if most other forces wanted to do what Hydra had done, they simply lacked the means.

"Prepare for battle!" General Ross ordered.

A prison break was a danger every prison had to face, let alone the Super Prison.

The soldiers stationed behind immediately took up their positions and activated all kinds of weapons.

"Prepare to deploy surface bombs."

Several round metal spheres shot out from the Super Prison's small hatches.

Their spherical structure gave them greater buoyancy, allowing them to rapidly rise toward the surface without needing a dedicated propulsion system.

Boom... Boom...

Several thunderous explosions rang out across the sea. The surface bombs sent enormous waves crashing upward and damaged one of Pierce's warships.

However, there were too few bombs to seriously damage the warship, and it retained its combat capability.

The other warships promptly moved farther away.

For a time, the surface bombs became ineffective.

Once they had risen to a certain height, General Ross began deploying torpedoes.

After several exchanges of fire, they finally sank