A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Raise the snorkel, radar reconnaissance antenna... prepare to raise the communications mast..." Captain Sato meticulously issued the final instructions before surfacing to communicate.

Inside the submarine, the electrical system is making final adjustments for upcoming external communications and periscope depth navigation.

at this time!

"Sizzle—Crackling!!!"

A sickening crackling sound of an electric arc suddenly came from the direction of the main electrical control panel in the middle of the hull! Accompanied by the burning smell characteristic of an electrical overload, it instantly filled the air!

"Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo"

The piercing alarm sounded almost simultaneously throughout the entire submarine!

This is the highest level fire alarm! The red lights on the smoke detectors on the top of the command center and several key compartments are flashing wildly!

"Report! Smoke detector alarm! Suspected electrical short circuit and fire!" came the operator's panicked shout over the communicator.

"What?!" Captain Sato stood up abruptly, his face instantly filled with shock, anger, and disbelief. "Eight possibilities! Initiate firefighting procedures immediately! Delay communications! All personnel, fire alarm! Prepare damage control!"

This is one of the core elements of the plan!

Using the complex main power distribution system on the "Shoshio" ship, which is a mix of American and Japanese components, a node was found where a signal line, which had been pre-adjusted and lacked sufficient electromagnetic shielding, ran parallel to the high-voltage power line.

As the submarine surfaces, high-power communication and detection equipment prepares to start, and the power load instantly reaches its peak, the strong electromagnetic field generated by the power lines induces a momentary high voltage on this carefully selected parallel line, sufficient to break through the thin insulation layer, causing a momentary short circuit and spark between the lines.

The burst of electric sparks and high temperatures triggered a nearby British-made smoke detector, whose sensitivity had been secretly increased. The "burnt smell" in the air came from a small amount of specially made material that had been placed nearby and ignited by a short-circuit current.

The smell is pungent and realistic, but the amount of combustion is strictly controlled and will never cause a real fire.

The plan was meticulous, the risks were controllable, and even the dosage of the "burnt smell" was calculated.

Chaos erupted instantly!

Red lights flashed, alarms blared, and thick smoke began to seep into the command center from the ventilation vents. The well-trained but inevitably panicked crew members followed the fire emergency plan.

The cabin was immediately thrown into chaos.

The soldier playing Captain Sato abruptly stood up, shoved his "subordinate" beside him, and roared, "Maintain depth! Suspend communications! Follow me! Backup navigation data and communication codebooks are in Equipment Room One; we cannot afford any problems!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed into the narrow watertight door connecting the command cabin and the equipment room, his back view revealing a fierce determination to protect the secrets at all costs.

Junichiro was in his cabin, listening to the piercing alarm outside, smelling the acrid burning odor, feeling the subtle vibrations from the ship and the sounds of frantic running. Even though he knew it was all a play, a chilling fear still gripped his heart.

It was so realistic, it really made it hard for him to breathe.

It's important to know that among submarine accidents, fires top the list of the most tragic...

A few minutes later--

Clang!!! Boom—!!!

A dull, heavy thud, like a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by the terrifying sound of metal twisting and breaking, came from the direction of the equipment room that "Sato" rushed towards!

"Something terrible has happened! In the equipment room! The heavy-duty multi-tool box bracket on the ceiling has come loose! The entire toolbox has crashed down! Captain Sato... he's been hit!!"

The intercom system crackled with the heart-wrenching cries of a trusted confidant.

Junichiro's heart clenched, almost leaping out of his throat.

Here it comes! The most crucial "unexpected" event!

Soon, "Captain Sato," whose head was "bloody and mangled" and who was unconscious, was hurriedly carried out of the smoke on a stretcher and sent to the medical room through the passage.

Phrases like "severely injured," "life in danger," and "possible skull fracture" spread rapidly among the panicked crew, and feelings of fear and grief gradually spread.

A perfect "accident" quietly came to an end beneath the deep sea. The real show is now about to begin for "Junichiro," who was forced to take over the mess.

Amidst the chaos and grief, Junichiro was surrounded by several of Sato's trusted men. "Junichiro-kun, we can only rely on you now!" "You're the only one who can stabilize the situation!"

Junichiro, "suppressing his grief," calmly ordered the remaining fires to be extinguished and the damage to be assessed, his voice hoarse. Following the pre-arranged script, in a delayed communication window, he reported to the Maritime Self-Defense Force command in a heavy and "choked" tone that "a serious electrical fire suddenly broke out during the voyage. Captain Sato was seriously injured while rescuing core data and is in critical condition. We are making every effort to return to port."

The radio waves reached the other side. In the communication, Junichiro, not forgetting to "just right" describe how he "held his ground amidst the fire and the crisis of losing his commander," "led his crew to extinguish the danger," and "struggled to maintain the submarine's navigation"...

Over the receiver, the voice of the Maritime Self-Defense Force leader gradually shifted from initial tension to admiration: "Junichiro-kun, you've worked hard! To remain calm and step forward in a critical moment is truly worthy of the head of the family! Your return makes you a hero of the Empire and a role model for us all!"

After hanging up the communication, Junichiro leaned against the cold cabin wall, slowly exhaled a long breath, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn upwards.

He was also a war hero!

Haha... The weakness of our family, which has been secretly looked down upon by other families for generations of business, may actually be made up for because of this?

Moreover, the accusations from his family that he "lacks real combat experience" and is "all talk and no action" will become a thing of the past! His biggest weakness is about to be addressed!

Hahaha, I'm so amazing!

Junichiro was overjoyed and almost danced with excitement.

Hmph! Those guys who think they have something on me, little do they know that I'm just going with the flow, using your plan to wash away their "stains" in one fell swoop, and even gain a huge credit!

After we get back to China... hehehe...

Wow, that old guy is really something! Let's see why he agreed to this plan.

These days, there are hardly any simple things!

……

Notebook, Maritime Self-Defense Force base command.

The American-style desk, the Japanese cherry blossom patterned enamel mug, and the large Pacific Ocean chart hanging on the wall create a jarring mix of styles.

The gray-haired colonel of the MI6 slowly put down the communicator, fine beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead. He took out a handkerchief to wipe them away, and as he turned around, the solemn and dignified expression on his face instantly transformed into an almost humble respect.

He bowed slightly, facing the large, comfortable leather office chair that had originally been his, and spoke humbly:

"Mr. Kim, the communication has been completed as you instructed. Junichiro... has successfully taken over command and reported the 'incident'. The Maritime Self-Defense Force has recorded this and ordered it to return to base at full speed."

He bowed slightly, his waist almost touching his thighs: "Are you satisfied with this solution?"

Following his gaze, a man in a dark suit was sitting in the large leather office chair that should have been his.

Uncle Jin crossed his legs, twirling a silver lighter between his fingers, and somehow managed to pull off a sophisticated yet slightly roguish look in his impeccably tailored suit.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jin paused for a moment.

"Click."

A pale blue flame flickered up, illuminating his expressionless face.

Uncle Jin glanced at the nautical chart on the wall marked with the "Shoshio" route, then his gaze returned to the respectful colonel in front of him.

"Hmm," he responded casually, opening the lighter with a crisp click, "Well done."

Those few words caused the colonel's tense shoulders to relax almost imperceptibly. He bowed again, his voice nearly inaudible:

"Hi!"