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The last two words fell.

Shen Fei's expression remained unchanged.

He didn't even twitch his eyebrows.

Professor Archibald, standing next to him, instantly lost all color in his old face.

He clutched his chest, gasping for breath, almost unable to catch his breath.

"God...divine oracle..."

The professor's voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"This is something that only appears in ancient mythology... a divine oracle..."

Kyle clenched his fists, his muscles tense, and his sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, wary of the monster that might burst out of Tokyo Bay at any moment.

Only Shen Fei.

Holding the expensive encrypted satellite phone, he calmly spoke into the receiver and asked a question that stunned everyone.

"It... uses the internationally recognized Morse code?"

Hannah on the other end of the phone was stunned.

This question is somewhat outrageous, and excessively calm, even bordering on highly professional.

"Yes, boss. Very standard, not an accent at all."

Hannah subconsciously used a metaphor.

"very good."

Shen Fei hung up the phone.

Without saying another word, he turned around and stepped onto the gangway of the Gulfstream G650.

His posture was as if he were walking into his own living room.

"Young people...young people...where are we going?"

Professor Archibald scrambled to catch up, his voice trembling with tears.

"That thing is talking to us, a mythical monster is talking to us. We should get as far away from it as possible."

Shen Fei sat down in the main seat of the cabin, placed the metal box containing the Viking tomahawk beside him, and fastened his seatbelt.

He ignored the professor who was still trembling.

He looked at Kyle, who was already seated to the side.

Kyle.

"Boss."

"A secure connection to David Murray."

Kyle immediately pulled a touchpad from the armrest of the seat and quickly tapped it a few times.

The communication was established in less than ten seconds.

"Boss?" David Murray's voice came through, tinged with excitement. "All done with things in Japan? Did the Nakagawa family cause you any trouble?"

Shen Fei leaned back in his leather seat, watching the ground crew conduct final checks outside the porthole.

"David, I'll give you coordinates."

"North Atlantic Ocean, 41°43′N, 49°56′W."

"I want you to use all of Aegis Risk's resources, whether it's leasing, buying, or launching a private satellite, whatever you want. Keep an eye on this area of ​​the ocean."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

David vaguely remembers these coordinates.

"Boss... if I remember correctly, this is..."

"Titanic".

Shen Fei spoke for him.

"I need high-resolution, real-time dynamic monitoring of this sea area for the next 48 hours. I need to see any wave on the sea surface that is more than one meter high."

"There's no limit to the cost. I just want results."

"Start the timer now."

David Murray gasped.

Launching a private satellite?

There is no upper limit to the cost?

What level of operation is this?

"Understood, boss. The first image of the low-orbit reconnaissance satellite will be sent to your terminal in fifteen minutes."

David's voice sounded excited.

This task excited him greatly.

Shen Fei hung up the phone without pausing for a moment.

"Connect Ivan."

Kyle takes action again.

A burst of noisy Russian background noise came through the communicator, along with what sounded like an explosion.

"My Chinese friend," Ivan's booming voice rang out, "you finally remembered me. I'm watching fireworks in Africa, any good business opportunities?"

Shen Fei's tone was very calm.

"Ivan, where is my 'Abyss Walker' now?"

"Oh, your precious submarine? My men just finished servicing it, and it's parked at our secret base in Gibraltar. What, are you going to use it for a Mediterranean vacation? I can recommend a few underwater canyons with beautiful scenery."

Shen Fei picked up a glass of champagne that the flight attendant had just brought him and gently swirled it.

"I want it to appear in the North Atlantic within twelve hours."

I'll send you the coordinates later.

"Furthermore, unlock all weapon systems. Combat torpedoes and EMP systems, including underwater drone swarms—I want all of them."

The explosions on Ivan's side have stopped.

He remained silent for a full ten seconds.

"Shen... my friend, are you sure? If it's fully disarmed, that thing is a real underwater attack shark. Even US Navy nuclear submarines would have to go around it."

"Moreover, driving it from Gibraltar at full speed to the North Atlantic... the fuel and wear and tear costs would probably be enough to buy a new one."

Shen Fei took a sip of champagne, the bubbles bursting on his tongue.

"The money will be transferred to your Swiss account."

"I want it here. That's an order."

Ivan stopped talking.

He realized that Shen Fei wasn't discussing it.

"...As you wish, my lord."

Ivan hung up the phone.

The Gulfstream G650's engines roared to life as the plane slowly taxied toward the runway.

Professor Archibald slumped onto the opposite sofa, staring at Shen Fei in disbelief.

What did he just hear?

Private satellite.

Military-class attack submarine.

After receiving a challenge from a deep-sea monster, this young man mobilized enough resources to launch a local war in less than ten minutes.

He is... responding to the challenge.

"You...you're insane..."

The professor muttered to himself.

"It's not human, it's mythology. How can you fight a myth?"

The plane accelerated down the runway, and the strong push-back sensation pressed everyone back into their seats.

Soon, the aircraft felt lighter and soared into the sky.

The sun shines brightly in the stratosphere.

Shen Fei unbuckled his seatbelt, walked to the bar in the cabin, and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

It is Yamazaki's 55th year.

One million dollars a bottle.

He took his wine glass, walked to the porthole, and looked down at the sea of ​​clouds that looked like cotton candy.

"Professor, you've got something wrong."

His voice was calm, drowning out the steady engine noise.

"Since it can use Morse code, it means it has logic and knows how to communicate. Its saying 'bring' means it needs the key I have. Its saying 'leave' means it has the ability to keep us here."

"This is a negotiation, Professor."

Shen Fei turned around and looked at Archibald, who was speechless.

"However, there are no people sitting on either side of the negotiating table."

"It is flexing its muscles, a 300-meter-long combat unit, the master of the 10,000-meter-deep sea."

"Then I'll show it my chips too."

Shen Fei raised his glass and toasted the sun outside the window.

The golden liquid shimmered in the sunlight.

"It has its deep sea. I have my world."

Professor Archibald was completely speechless.

Looking at the young man before him, he suddenly understood something.

Ragnar Lodbrok, that Viking madman, wants to challenge the temple.

This younger, madman in front of me wanted to sit at the same table as the master of the temple.

The plane changed direction and flew towards the vast North Atlantic Ocean.

Kyle.

Shen Fei finished his drink and put the crystal glass back on the bar.

"exist."

"Inform Hannah to prepare the galley of the 'Atlantean'."

Kyle paused for a moment: "The boss?"

"Prepare a tomahawk steak, medium-rare."

Shen Fei sat back in his seat, his gaze seemingly piercing through the cabin, seeing the massive machine waiting for him 3,800 meters below.

"My guests have come from afar."

"We have to treat you to something."