Chapter 58

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58. Submarine Espionage

"Admiral has already left. Enterprise, 001, execute Plan D."

"Understood, Enterprise received. Also, 001, your actions were too hasty. If I hadn't put rats in the pipes, the Admiral would have definitely noticed. You can't do this again next time."

"What can I do? We don't have much time. Maintaining the metal cold brittleness requires high subspace operation skills, let alone processing it. And you guys made the Admiral stop halfway, so I had to stop working and hide."

The radio signals in their brains interacted. After the Admiral left the underground base, a blonde figure gradually crawled out of the dark pipe. She quickly followed a small path and caught up with the black shadow. Together, they slid down a covered hole and closed the lid. A cold, glowing underground passage appeared before them.

If the Admiral were here, he would definitely find it strange. Because in his memory, there was no such underground passage, and the cold feeling was spreading from below.

But Enterprise and 001 were very familiar with it, quickly descending the spiral staircase.

The Admiral, of course, had no idea about this.

Because this was the secret base created by the girls' hidden alliance to protect the naive and simple Admiral. They spent countless nights building the second base under the base. The purpose of this base was to deal with such situations.

"What's the current situation?"

Running down the passage, Enterprise covered her ears and spoke into the radio.

"Still normal. The metal cold brittleness hasn't disappeared, and the mechanical cutting can continue. But the problem is that the power supply is almost depleted. What should we do?"

"What else can we do? Redirect another generator. This time, the probe has an extraordinary mission, different from the usual small-scale operations. If something goes wrong, we won't have any retreat, and neither will the Admiral."

"But is what we're doing really okay?"

The girl's voice in the radio hesitated slightly.

"Wasn't that coordinate given to the Admiral by the Northern Deep Sea Flagship? Is it really okay to intercept it? And keeping it secret feels like a crime."

"It's not about not reporting, but delaying. This can't be judged lightly." Enterprise pushed open the iron door marked with danger at the bottom of the spiral staircase, looking at the series of labeled rooms and corridors behind it, her expression cold.

"Although I personally think it's unlikely, have you considered what that coordinate means for us? The Admiral would never let us take any risks. Because the Admiral is a good person, a truly good person. He would never explore unknown waters without being sure."

"But time doesn't wait for us. We can't just watch the Admiral be so cautious. Otherwise, all our nights of work would be in vain. This is the time to use it."

Enterprise's expression gradually darkened.

If reported, that man would definitely laugh it off and put the coordinate aside.

She, of course, knew the Admiral's habit. That man wasn't good at making plans involving darkness. If not for confirming their combat capabilities, the Admiral wouldn't even let the shipgirls sortie, out of fear of them getting hurt.

But that won't do.

Sentimentality will eventually harm both oneself and others. As a hero ship, Enterprise, with her inherited memories, knew this well. So, if the Admiral can't do it, the shipgirls will.

Even if it means using dirty and despicable means, Enterprise firmly believed she was protecting the Admiral in her own way. She could only temporarily trust the seemingly harmless Northern Deep Sea Flagship. Protecting the Admiral still relied on them.

Therefore, on the basis of the Admiral's public love treaty, a secret protection treaty was born.

To protect the Admiral to the greatest extent without alarming him, at any cost.

This was the principle of the protection treaty and the long-held wish of most shipgirls.

"Enterprise, this way."

001 pushed open a door covered with frost, waving to Enterprise, who was still running around. Without waiting for Enterprise, she rushed in first.

Enterprise hesitated for a moment, then cut off her radio and followed 001 into the room, which was already below freezing. She pulled the frozen door shut to prevent the cold from spreading further.

"You're too slow, Enterprise. And don't follow 001's nonsense in the future."

Essex, dressed in white, frowned at the two who walked in, her hands still precisely cutting a metal block on a white box.

Next to Essex, several logistics and execution group shipgirls were frowning as they cut various blocks on a white table. Dark subspace mist swirled around their fingers, carefully shaping the cold-brittle metal into the desired forms.

Looking back into the room, a clear blueprint of a submarine was presented to Enterprise and 001.

"If we work overtime, we can finish the basic structure by tomorrow morning."

Putting down the cut block, Essex said to the two who rushed in. Her face, once despised by many shipgirls, was now serious.

"The chips, lenses, and communication facilities will be processed by you. Our execution group and others don't understand your advanced technology, but we can handle the assimilation and physical processing. The rest is up to you. We aim to set sail by tomorrow evening."

"Our goal is simple: use a high-speed submarine to explore that route and confirm what's at the Pearl Harbor coordinate. The Northern Deep Sea Flagship is indeed strange, but what can half a year represent? Even if we trust her, we need to judge the alignment. She's just a Deep Sea, not fully trustworthy."

"Moreover, if the Deep Sea Flagship's goal is to tie the Admiral to their side, we would be at a great loss. So this probe is necessary and must be launched."

Essex tapped the metal block in her hand, looking at Enterprise and 001 with a dark expression.

"The Admiral's safety is our responsibility, not the Deep Sea Flagship's!"

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