Ultra-Dimensional Technology Era

Harmie Adams, who was affected by the impact, just stood up from the floor and found that Jack Fan beside him had lost consciousness.

"Mr. Captain, our buoyancy is decreasing rapidly. It is estimated that in 5 minutes, we will exceed the design limit of the submarine at a depth of 800 meters."

"The water intake of the front left first and front left second air compartments has reached 75%..."

When the bad news came one after another, Hammie Adams' heart sank, especially when he heard that his submarine had hit the USS Washington, he was no longer calm.

Because the escape plan of the U.S. submarine is different from that of Lucia, Lucia adopts a plan similar to the ejection of the rescue cabin, while the U.S. adopts an emergency surfacing plan for submarines.

Originally, their plan was more suitable than Lucia's. The Los Angeles hit the "steel plate" and overturned the only chance of emergency surfacing.

The solid fuel of the submarine is disposable, and it is really going to be over now.

"Los Angeles, Los Angeles, please come back."

"Los Angeles, Los Angeles, please come back."

Hammy Adams quickly grabbed the communicator and replied sadly: "This is the USS Los Angeles, we are sinking."

"I am Willard, and I order you to abandon ship and save yourself."

"Yes." Hammy Adams put down the communicator, immediately forced himself to calm down, and glanced at the leaking area and fault area of ​​the submarine.

Now Los Angeles is showing a top-heavy descent. He woke up to the present, and the depth has dropped to 124 meters above sea level.

You must find a way to escape as soon as possible, otherwise once the depth of the submarine drops below 300 meters, even if you escape from the submarine, you will be crushed to death by the water pressure.

Harmie Adams, who was sweating profusely on his forehead, hurriedly asked, "Can the torpedo tube be opened?"

"Only the B-3 and D-2 tubes can be opened, and the rest are damaged and malfunctioning." A soldier replied with an ugly face.

Harmie Adams knew that a decision should be made now. There were only two torpedo tubes left, which meant that a maximum of 2 to 4 people could be allowed to escape.

There are 155 people on the Los Angeles. He knows this is a difficult choice, but as a captain, he must make a choice.

"Reactor maintainer John Smith, Hank Inbass, data officer Pris Hahn, and damage control team leader Oki Osen, put on diving suits and head to the torpedo launch chamber."

The selected person was not overly happy, but hurriedly took the diving suit and headed for the torpedo launch chamber. Now every second that passes, the danger increases by one second.

Hammie Adams obviously wanted to live and die with the Los Angeles. In fact, he had no other choice, and sinking to the bottom of the sea with the Los Angeles was the best choice.

If they go back alive, they will definitely not be able to escape the responsibility for the impact; and now they can live and die with the Los Angeles, and they can gain a reputation.

The remaining soldiers or officers either looked ashen or calm.

After Hammie Adams made his decision, he felt unprecedentedly relaxed, because death was certain, and all struggles were in vain.

Click on the music player on the podium.

Oh, say can you see by the dawn"s early light

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight“s last gleaming

Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight

O"er the ramparts we watched were...  

All hummed along, wishing their Star-Spangled Banner never to fall.

The water depth is 244 meters.

The four people who hurried to the torpedo launch bay looked extremely gloomy. Two torpedoes jammed the D-1 launch tube, and now only the B-3 launch tube remains.

As for the 12 torpedo soldiers in the cabin, except for three who were seriously injured, the rest looked desperate.

As for moving the torpedo, don't even think about it. The torpedo weighing more than ten tons is very laborious even with machinery, let alone their current situation.

It's a damn choice again, and it's a life-or-death choice. The data officer Pris Hahn and the loss management team leader Oki Osen look at each other.

In depression.

Bang bang bang... The leader of the damage control team, Oki Osen, trembled, and the pistol in his hand was emitting a trace of gunpowder.

"Olson, you..." Prishahn clutched his chest, blood kept gushing out from his palm, and there was also a big gash on his back.

The other two reactor maintainers have fallen to the ground.

The torpedo soldiers were shocked and were about to do something.

"Exit immediately, otherwise..."

"Otherwise you son of a bitch." One of the torpedo soldiers roared, and then rushed towards Ochiosen.

"Let's go together and kill this trash."

"correct."

"Anyway, it's death."

bang bang bang...

"Fack squid."

Forced up by nine torpedo soldiers, Ochiorsen fired four shots at the crowd in a panic, killing two and wounding one.

However, he was also approached by the remaining torpedo soldiers, and when two fists were no match for four hands, Ochiorsen was smashed in the head by a wrench.

The water depth is 297 meters.

Harmie Adams in the cockpit looked at the infighting on the surveillance screen, and roared in despair: "Fake squid, Fake squid..."

The remaining torpedo soldiers were also on guard against each other, looking at the only escape route.

"NO, I don't want to die, I..."

bump!

"You are courting death."

"Give me death..."

The remaining six torpedo soldiers wrestled and fought each other. Facing the desperate situation of life and death, the ugliness of human nature was fully exposed.

They used all the killer moves in the martial arts of generals, such as teasing the vagina, inserting eggs into the eyes, hitting the kidneys on the head, or directly locking the throat and twisting the neck.

The water depth is 357 meters.

Inside the cockpit of the USS Los Angeles.