What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 467 Punishment! Quit!
Having learned from the previous experience, this time the telegraph operation occupied the mainstream broadcast and telegraph frequencies, and was broadcast from submarines for an hour in multiple ocean areas.

Even after Lütjens's embellishment, the three messages are not long; they can be read in a few seconds.

"Environmental protection? They're using environmental protection as a pretext to impose a no-fly zone over Antarctica?"

Rams almost laughed. This was a force that the Empire took seriously, yet it was sending out such nonsensical messages.

On the contrary, denying the existence of the South Mei base and returning to the Old World are not very innovative.

However, Huai En, who was standing to the side, suddenly thought of something and said:
"Lao Xi is a vegetarian, and now those environmental organizations like to play that game, so they might actually get serious about environmentalism."

"It is also possible to repair the ozone hole."

Even the attendant on the side couldn't help but chime in:

"The ozone hole over Antarctica also changes with the seasons, with September and October being the largest and most severe period of leakage radiation."

If someone there really needs to spend a long time on the surface, the resulting radiation damage is something we can't ignore.

Rams, watching the two of them sing in unison, finally couldn't hold back any longer and laughed in exasperation:
"So, you're saying the Lost Empire is trying to stop us at all costs because we've emitted too much pollution, causing environmental degradation in Antarctica? Is that it?"
And you, you know so much about the ozone hole, you haven't secretly come into contact with them, have you?

The attendant then hurriedly lowered his head: "...I'm sorry, sir, I attended an environmental organization event earlier and just happened to hear about..."

Witnessing this scene, a wicked story gradually took shape in Huai En's mind:

After their defeat, a group of elite exiles went into hiding in Antarctica. However, the massive pollution emitted by evil humans caused dramatic changes in Antarctica and a rapid deterioration of the environment. At a critical moment, an ozone hole caused excessive radiation, resulting in a mutation in their bodies that granted them magical abilities. From then on, a group of extreme environmentalists decided to exterminate humanity in order to protect the environment.

Then comes a middle-aged, unemployed man, separated from his wife, with a rebellious daughter, and a former Marine, who is recruited by the IAA and embarks on a journey with his former companions to stop the world from ending and save humanity... In the end, the villain has a sudden realization before his death, the protagonist overcomes many difficulties and reconciles with his family, and the world decides to pay attention to environmental protection from then on...

"Huai'en, Huai'en!"

Wynn, lost in thought about a Hollywood blockbuster script, was woken up by Rams, who suppressed his anger and said to him:
"The press conference is about to start, aren't you going to proofread the script?!"

……

"The so-called three declarations are nothing but boring self-deception and ridiculous statements without any logic in my opinion."

"In view of the enemy's insolence and refusal to surrender, we hereby announce that the first 'punishment' air strike operation will commence immediately, targeting the 17 key hubs that have been identified!"

Rams solemnly read the message to the camera, after which Wayne stepped forward and proudly unveiled the projection screen under the gaze of countless reporters. The screen displayed a scene of bombers flying overhead, with just a dozen or so B-52s creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"Gentlemen, 146 fighter jets have taken off from multiple bases both domestically and overseas, and will launch thousands of attacks over the next month. They have no chance!"

The staggering figures immediately caused an uproar among the reporters, with flashes going off one after another, as if they wanted to record this historic moment.

……

With a triumphant wave of his hand, Huai En unleashed a massive swarm of fighter jets, instantly becoming the talk of the town.

But at the same time, Johnson's expression was like that of an Italian who had just eaten a pineapple pizza. He sat sullenly in the remote operations center, and everyone else around him didn't dare to breathe.

For three whole days, six warships, two submarines, and 29 anti-submarine patrol aircraft (helicopters) were deployed, covering an area of ​​more than 400 kilometers and dropping sonar and depth charges worth tens of millions of dollars, but to no avail.

If they couldn't find it after 72 hours, it either escaped or its stealth capabilities are too abnormal. In any case, a nuclear submarine can stay submerged for half a month without surfacing, which is not a problem.

The search operation has essentially failed.

The 685 model, judging from its serial number, is a product from the 70s, yet no clues were found?
What kind of drugs did those Russians take to build such a monstrous nuclear submarine?

He turned to look at one of them:
"If the Seawolf were the one being hunted this time, could it have done this?" "Uh... Theoretically, the Seawolf has a generational advantage over the Los Angeles-class destroyers, and its level of automation is far superior to the Type 685."

So, is it possible, or not?

"Minister, this requires actual testing."

"..."

The thought of Seawolf I, who died before even serving, made Johnson feel even more distressed.

Urging the Seawolf II to enter service immediately was useless; that submarine wouldn't be combat-ready until at least June 1998 after testing. Until then… he looked at Bean:
“Bin, you should cooperate with the IAA to see if you can get access to some of the deeper secrets of the Russian nuclear submarine, especially regarding the secret construction plans that are not known to the outside world.”

……

Panama offshore

On the bow of a U-boat that has surfaced, Tang Wen is experiencing the most serious crisis since his transmigration.

"Commander, do you need my help?"

"No...use...get up!"

The fishing rod in his hand looked like it was about to break, and the grip on the surface of the submarine was really poor; it seemed like he was about to be pulled down by this big fish.

After nearly falling into the water several times and struggling back and forth for more than ten minutes, a large fish that looked almost as long as Tang Wen's arm was pulled up weakly, wriggling its body.

He caught a big catch on his very first sea fishing cast. This fishing rod was a gift from a powerful figure when he was recuperating after being assassinated, and it proved to be of very good quality.

"Phew, this is what we'll have for dinner tonight! Fish head soup, sliced ​​fish body, fried fish bones, and the tail and innards... feed the cat."

Oh, right, I'll take a picture before I do it; I'll definitely post it on fishing forums.

Tang Wen remembered that there was often an orange cat wandering around his neighborhood, so he thought he might as well try to woo it over.

After admiring the seafood for a while with satisfaction, he finally asked:

What time is it in China now?

"It's not even 3 a.m.

"almost."

The U-boat is currently very close to the busy canal route; any further and it will enter the anti-submarine perimeter set up by the Empire.

The two people and the fish disappeared on their own. A few minutes later, the U-boat changed direction, submerged about 10 meters, and approached the route into the canal, occasionally peeking out with its periscope to observe.

Soon two large cargo ships flying the imperial flag appeared on the horizon, each appearing to be around 40,000 to 50,000 tons.

The U-boat precisely cut into the cargo ship's route, pre-loaded a gnat, and then floated straight up, exposing its upper half.

At this moment, the radars of the two cargo ships also showed a clear reaction. Just as the crew members came out to check the situation, they saw the Iron Cross fluttering behind the submarine's conning tower.

They then discovered an aircraft on the bow of the submarine, and watched in disbelief as the fighter jet took off from the sea, deftly circled once, and then broadcast on public radio:

"This is the Wolf Pack Atlantic Squadron. We suspect your merchant ship is carrying contraband. Passing through the canal would pose unpredictable risks. Please turn around and leave immediately!"

(End of this chapter)