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Ren Ziquan stood upon the deck of his vessel, his eyes wide with disbelief, his jaw agape. A stunned hush fell over him, a deafening silence that encapsulated the profound shock that had gripped his soul. The scene before him was nothing short of astonishing—a collision, a clash of steel and water, had brought his world to a screeching halt.

In a voice quivering with disbelief, he murmured, "My God, just moments ago, we unwittingly collided with a submarine of country M. And the repairs for this accident will take at least half a year to complete."

The air around him was thick with trepidation, a palpable fear that had spread like wildfire among the crew. The realization dawned on them—their vessel had come into contact with a submarine from country M, an entity of maritime might so formidable that even the boldest of souls dared not challenge its supremacy.

A hush descended upon the deck, broken only by anxious whispers. The submarine, a vessel of shadowy menace, rested nearby, bearing the scars of the recent collision. It was a chilling reminder of the power and prowess of country M's navy. In the present global landscape, their naval dominance was immutable, casting a long, ominous shadow over all who dared cross their path.

Yet, a different sentiment prevailed on the largest guided missile cruiser under country M's flag. Captain Warehouse Lyell stood, poised and triumphant, a telescope in his grip. His eyes, keen and unwavering eyes, peered at the slightly battered submarine, then shifted toward the colossal leviathan that was the "Blue Whale," now idling nearby.

A gleam of triumph danced in Warehouse Lyell's eyes as he surveyed the scene before him. He adjusted the focus of his telescope, locking onto the other cargo vessels that the incident had detained. His joy was unmistakable, for what lay aboard those ships held the promise of untold wealth.

Through the binocular lens, he scrutinized the cargo holds of those vessels, and his pulse quickened as he beheld the glint of grey-black metal fragments. These were not just ordinary alloys; they were treasures coveted by all. Their potential was self-evident when used in cutting-edge weaponry and advanced military equipment like the F35 and B2. These fragments could tip the scales of power and redefine the balance of forces on a global scale.

"Welbeck," Wardhouse Lyell spoke, his voice tinged with admiration as he addressed the naval captain who had orchestrated this audacious plan. "You, my friend, are a true genius. Your idea to orchestrate this seemingly accidental collision with the 'Blue Whale,' leading to the detainment of not only it but four other ships, is nothing short of brilliance."

His gaze of approval settled upon Welbeck, the mastermind behind this intricate web of deceit.

Standing with an air of calculated composure, Welbeck acknowledged the captain's praise. It had been his stratagem to employ a submarine to trigger a confrontation with the "Blue Whale," thus providing a pretext to detain the enormous cargo vessel and the four accompanying ships.

Returning his gaze to the binoculars, Wardhouse Lyell issued rapid orders, his face illuminated with urgency. "Sound the call, prepare the commandos and launch the helicopters."

Their modus operandi was clear—a show of force, followed by the commandos descending from helicopters to board the detained vessels forcefully.

Meanwhile, the naval forces of country M blared warnings through loudspeakers, demanding compliance with their investigation. Yet, this investigation was a smokescreen, a pretext designed to camouflage their true intention—hijacking the cargo and taking control of the ships.

"Captain, what are we to do?" a crew member queried, his voice trembling with fear.

Surrounded by seven imposing warships from country M, the situation appeared dire, and a veritable nightmare came to life. Panic and apprehension gripped many among the crew.

In stark contrast, Ren Ziquan retained a veneer of stoic calmness as he addressed his anxious comrades. "Everyone, stay composed, fear not. Allow me to reach out to Mr. Liu."

Liu Yong, the mastermind and financial backer of their operation, had imparted a direct line of communication for just such emergencies.

Ren Ziquan raised a satellite phone to his ear, his voice steady as he summarized the unfolding situation. Although outwardly calm, he could not entirely suppress the tremor of anxiety gnawing at his core. They were confronting a formidable fleet from country M, a daunting adversary for any nation, let alone a group of ordinary individuals, however well-supported by the Global Shipping Group.

Liu Yong, attuned to the urgency of the situation, offered reassurance. "Stay calm, all of you. Even in the face of country M's navy, they shall not bring harm to you."

Ren Ziquan found solace in the unwavering confidence of his boss. He recollected instances from the past when, in moments of peril, the vessels of their adversaries had inexplicably met their watery demise. Could it be that this time, too, they would witness the miraculous turn of events that had saved them before?

Bolstered by his boss's unshakable assurance, Ren Ziquan's anxiety dissipated. He rallied the crew with newfound hope, assuring them there was no cause for panic and that a miracle would unfold.

Even some of the more seasoned crew members, who had witnessed the sinking of their adversaries' vessels on previous occasions, joined in his optimism. This time, they believed, would be no different.

Meanwhile, the warships from country M continued their barrage of warnings and threats, oblivious to the formidable force racing to the scene.

Moments later, Liu Yong, monitoring the situation through a third-party perspective, observed the encirclement of his five ships by seven imposing warships from country M. Nearby, a damaged M Army submarine had surfaced.

Overlord, Liu Yong's stalwart ally, brimmed with eagerness. "Master, which ship shall we sink first?"

Liu Yong, keenly assessing the unfolding scenario, made a swift determination. "We shall begin with the submarine; it poses the most immediate threat to us. Then, we shall target the largest warship—ideally, their flagship. Speed is of the essence."

Faced with the daunting prospect of seven modern warships armed with advanced weaponry, even the mighty Overlord, weighing over 1,000 tons, acknowledged the gravity of the challenge. Liu Yong recognized the wisdom of neutralizing the most potent threats first.

Seven warships loomed on the horizon. Overlord, brimming with anticipation, yearned to demonstrate its formidable power by sinking them all.

"Overlord, prioritize safety, and accelerate!" Liu Yong commanded.

"Understood, Master," replied Overlord, brandishing its 200-ton spear as it advanced toward the submarine. With unparalleled might, it thrust the spear with relentless force, creating an earth-shattering explosion.

The crew experienced a sudden jolt within the submarine, a disorienting tremor that left them bewildered. Before they could fathom the cause, another roar echoed through their vessel, sending shockwaves through their ranks.

Their eyes widened in horror as they beheld an enormous, pointed steel cylinder breaching the exterior of their submarine. It was swiftly retracted, leaving a gaping maw through which seawater surged relentlessly.

Panic and chaos reigned within the confines of the submarine as crew members grappled with the inexplicable turn of events.