Great Power Industry: You're a private company building an aircraft carrier?

Yokosuka Port, an island nation.

Robert Nate, a cigar dangling from his lips, stood before the large floor-to-ceiling window, watching the masts lining the harbor and the rescue planes taking off and landing, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

"We have now rescued our first survivor, an electronics engineer on the EP-3 reconnaissance aircraft. However... he can't explain what happened. The plane was flying fine until suddenly it started to plummet..."

Nat's gaze darkened: "How far were you from the Easterner's Brigade-class frigate when you were on the mission?"

"About one hundred kilometers."

This distance should be absolutely safe. After all, the S-300 missile system on the warships of the East has a maximum range of 75 kilometers when using 5V55 missiles, and even when using the latest 48N6E missiles, the range is only 150 kilometers.

However, the maximum range figure is highly inflated; in actual use, the range of 150 kilometers will be reduced to less than 100 kilometers.

Our EP-3 electronic reconnaissance aircraft was flying 100 kilometers away from the target when it suddenly crashed. It shouldn't have been attacked, and there was no prior call indicating that it was locked on. So what happened?

Could it be a flight accident, an unexpected incident?

"Try to rescue as many crew members as possible, and also, salvage the plane as soon as possible!"

Once the plane is on board, we'll know exactly what happened!

"Yes."

As his subordinate turned to leave, Nat put the cigar in his mouth and took a puff when the door was suddenly flung open again.

"General, General, something terrible has happened!"

"What happened?" Nat's face was grim. Losing an EP-3 had already made him irritable. Fortunately, the plane crashed in international waters, so the technology on board wouldn't be leaked. Now, he hoped that nothing else would go wrong!

"Our Greenville has missed the opportunity to communicate with us and has not responded yet!"

For submarines, reporting their status at the scheduled time every day is a very important task. No matter what the circumstances, submarines must never forget this task. If they fail to make timely contact, it means something has happened!

The USS Greenville is a state-of-the-art Los Angeles-class submarine that only entered service a few years ago. We absolutely cannot afford to have anything happen to it!

"What's going on?" Nat's face darkened immediately.

"I don't know, we were conducting an underwater acoustic signal collection mission at the time..."

It's all because of that Luhai-class frigate. In short, anything related to that warship never ends well. Why is that? Is it because those guys don't believe in God, so this place isn't protected by God?

Nat's expression was complicated: "Keep calling, and... deploy our reconnaissance satellites..."

As he said this, he glanced at the setting sun outside. It was almost dark, and there wasn't enough time to deploy reconnaissance satellites. They would have to wait until dawn the next day to conduct a thorough search...

However... even reconnaissance satellites may not be able to find anything. After all, submarines are underwater killers, especially nuclear submarines. They never surface during the entire mission, and if they encounter an accident such as a sea cliff, they simply won't have time to react!

Damn it… Nat's hand tightened around the cigar, squeezing the cylinder like a screwdriver…

Near Laiyang, at a fishing port wharf.

Where's the typhoon? Where is it? We haven't seen a single trace of it along the way! Damn it, we've been fooled by these despicable Easterners!

Having regained his senses, Crandall clenched his fists.

"Attention, start the backup diesel engine and call base!"

For conventional diesel-electric submarines, batteries are used underwater and diesel engines are started above water. For nuclear submarines, under normal circumstances, they navigate underwater and use nuclear reactors. However, nuclear reactors can also have accidents, so diesel engines are also needed as backup power.

At such times, the nuclear submarine can only float on the surface, and the black smoke billowing from it can be quite a sight to behold.

"Yes!"

A minute later, the nuclear submarine emitted a tractor-like sound, and plumes of black smoke rose from behind the conning tower, looking extremely glaring.

The setting sun cast long shadows of several military off-road vehicles, making the large, one- or two-meter-diameter cooking pots on them appear even larger. At that moment, those pots were aimed at the direction of the nuclear submarine, releasing large amounts of electromagnetic waves...

Although we don't have the same electronic jamming machines, ground-based electronic jamming vehicles are not uncommon! Since the Gulf War in 91, the military has begun to pay attention to electronic warfare!

On the USS Greenville.

"USS Greenville calling Seventh Fleet base! USS Greenville calling Seventh Fleet base!"

No matter how the communications soldier called out, all that could be heard on the radio was a noisy buzzing sound!

This is the most advanced frequency-hopping radio, but it still fails in the face of a high-powered jamming vehicle!

"Damn it!" Crandall's eyes darkened; clearly, this interference was no ordinary thing!

"Chechika, Chechika, immediately organize the sailors to go out and untangle the fishing nets!" Crandall shouted.

Now, all they can do is get rid of the damn fishing nets and use buoyancy to return to base. It's humiliating, but... as long as they get back...

A large group of sailors crawled out of the hatch at the front of the submarine. The first thing they had to do was cut the fishing nets near the hatch before they could crawl out...

Wait, what's this fishing net made of? How come it's so sturdy?

The knife was dulled, and they'd only managed to cut a small opening big enough for a person to crawl through! How many days would it take to cut through the fishing nets covering the entire nuclear submarine…

Under the lights of the dock, Private Brandon looked helplessly at the knife in his hand, a bitter smile on his face. Just then, suddenly, his nose seemed to smell something... Beef? It smelled so good!

Brandon looked around, his gaze settling on several large pots on the dock, from which steam was rising.

Tomato stewed beef brisket, pork and cabbage stewed with glass noodles, chicken stewed with mushrooms... every big pot is emitting an enticing aroma!

Brandon instantly felt his mouth water.

As if knowing what they were thinking, the chef who was stewing the meat called out over, "Brothers, don't rush, simmer it on low heat for another half hour, and it'll be ready to serve!"

Nearby, Leader Zhang asked curiously, "Why don't we just deliver the prepared food to them?"

"Of course not... They have their own food on their submarine, and they're very vigilant right now. They won't eat our food at all. We have to stimulate their taste buds with aroma first, let them smell the aroma for half an hour, and even the captain will drool..."