100: I'll crawl under your feet! God's blind spot? I'll break through the earth!

Su Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, a glimmer of realization flashing in her eyes:

"Clutter. Massive amounts of unfilterable sea clutter..."

She quickly pulled up a set of simulated data and projected it onto the screen:

"The principle of radar is to detect electromagnetic waves reflected back from objects.

On a calm sea, metal ships are the only strong reflection source, so we have nowhere to hide.

However, when the waves are thirty meters high and rolling and breaking at extremely high speeds,

Every wave wall, every splash of spray, looks like a moving target to the Doppler radar."

Su Qingyu looked at the radar simulation screen, which had instantly turned into a mess of static, and her voice involuntarily rose a few notches:

"At that time, their radar screens will no longer show us as a single red dot, but as thousands of jumping ghosts.

No matter how advanced their algorithms are, they won't be able to pick out our ship, which is hugging the waves, from this chaos."

"Exactly."

Jiang Ran took over the conversation, his gaze sharp as a knife:

"It's not just the radar.

Listen to the sounds outside."

He pointed to the thick concrete layer above their heads.

Even from this far away, they could still hear the roar of the ocean, as if it were about to tear the Earth apart:

"Background noise of this decibel level is like a never-ending heavy metal rock concert.

It will completely mask the low hum of the black iron's engine.

At that time, even if we were dancing right under their ship at full speed, their passive sonar would only hear the roar of the sea."

"As for those annoying 'flies'..."

Jiang Ran let out a cold laugh, a declaration of revenge for the drone that had been instantly destroyed:

"In a force seventeen gale, if that 'Sea Eagle' helicopter even dares to take off, it will be blown to pieces in an instant.

And those thirty-two unit vertical launch missiles—in conditions where the hull is rolling more than thirty degrees, firing them is suicide."

At this point, Jiang Ran suddenly turned his head and stared fixedly at Old Chen and Su Qingyu, his deep blue eyes burning with a terrifying ambition:

"Do you understand now?

This typhoon has stripped them of their high technology, confiscating their 'eyes,' 'ears,' and 'long arms.'

It has forcibly dragged that high-and-mighty 'regular army' down to the same level as us."

"In this storm, God has also become blind and deaf."

"This... is God's blind spot."

"Physical rules are fair, Commander."

Su Qingyu was not swept away by Jiang Ran's feverish speech.

As a doctor, she was accustomed to pouring cold water on things at their most passionate moments:

"The typhoon will indeed blind their radar and even snap their antennas.

But don't forget, the storm treats us with the same impartiality."

She pointed to the row of hull structural strength data on the screen that was still flashing red, her tone stern:

"The black iron has just suffered heavy damage; the starboard armor is peeling off, and the keel is slightly deformed.

In this state, if you want to force a surfacing and engage them in close-quarters combat against a force seventeen hurricane and thirty-meter waves... I'm afraid before we can even point our cannons at them, this ship will be smashed by the giant waves or simply capsize and sink to the bottom of the sea."

Old Chen also nodded frantically from the side, like a chicken pecking at grain:

"Yes, yes! This is simply suicide!

The 'ship' is a regular warship with specialized wind and wave resistance designs and stabilizing fins.

Although our broken ship has been modified well, its foundation is thin after all.

Going head-to-head with them in sea conditions like a meat grinder—isn't that like striking a stone with an egg?"

Facing the doubts of the two, the fanaticism on Jiang Ran's face did not fade; instead, it became even more profound and inscrutable.

"Who said we were going to go head-to-head with the waves on the sea?"

Jiang Ran turned around and made a sharp swipe across the large screen, shrinking the meteorological cloud map and enlarging an intricate map of the underground pipe network.

It was a subway map of the Magic City from the old era.

The blue, red, and yellow lines were like a massive network of blood vessels, deeply rooted in the corpse of this undersea city.

"Look here."

Jiang Ran's finger traced along the blue Line 2 tunnel, sliding all the way east, finally stopping beneath a red-marked area:

"The 'ship' will inevitably seek a deep-water harbor to anchor and avoid the typhoon.

And this location—the former Lujiazui Financial Center underground transportation hub—is directly beneath the best deep-water anchorage in this sea area."

"We aren't taking the sea surface."

Jiang Ran's voice was low, carrying a bone-chilling calmness:

"We'll follow this flooded subway tunnel, like rats, and crawl all the way through.

With over a hundred meters of earth and seawater as cover, even the gods won't be able to find us."

"All the way until we are directly beneath them."

Jiang Ran's finger tapped heavily on the red dot:

"When the eye of the typhoon passes over, at the moment when the storm is most violent, when they think the whole world is dead and their vigilance is at its lowest..."

"We break through the ground."

Old Chen was dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

This kind of tactic was simply unheard of. Using subway tunnels for a stealth attack? What kind of crazy mind could come up with such a move?

"But... what if the tunnel collapses?

What if we can't get out?"

Su Qingyu's brow was furrowed; this plan was filled with too many uncontrollable variables.

"War is inherently a gamble."

Jiang Ran interrupted her.

He looked up, a fire called 'ambition' flickering in his eyes.

It was the kind of look only someone struggling to survive in the apocalypse would have.

He looked around at his two equally disheveled companions and said slowly:

"I know this is crazy.

A normal person would find a hole to hide in right now, praying for the typhoon to pass quickly and praying that the warship doesn't discover them."

"But, remember this sentence."

Jiang Ran's voice echoed in the dark command cabin, every word powerful and resonant, like a vow:

"For mortals, a typhoon is a disaster, an irresistible destruction."

"But for us, it's a smoke grenade to cover our charge."

"As long as we can win, forget a typhoon—even if the sky falls, I'll prop it up over my head like a shield and charge through."

At that moment, Old Chen and Su Qingyu looked at the man before them and suddenly felt an inexplicable shiver.

They realized that they were following not just a Commander,

But a madman who, for the sake of victory, dared to borrow a blade from the Heavens... 'Crack... crack...'

The tooth-grinding sound of metal grinding echoed in this silent, deep tunnel grave, sounding particularly eerie.

That was the black iron ghost 'feeding.'

Countless black tentacles, like blood vessels, were greedily entwined around the abandoned subway cars.

They secreted highly corrosive digestive fluid,

Decomposing and absorbing the special steel from a century ago, then filling it layer by layer onto its damaged armor plates.

Under the dim emergency lighting,

This self-repairing warship looked like a prehistoric beast lurking in the depths of a cave, silently sharpening its fangs in the darkness.

The world outside the tunnel was already in chaos.

Even through the thick layers of earth,

The dull thunder still sounded like a giant using a heavy hammer to strike the Earth's skull, causing the dust on the tunnel ceiling to come rustling down.

Water pressure was fluctuating violently, and undercurrents were surging madly.

And in the center of this turmoil, Jiang Ran sat quietly in the Commander's chair.

His eyes were closed, his breathing as steady as if it had stopped, with only the index finger of his right hand tapping rhythmically on the metal armrest.

"Da, da, da..."

The sound was very light, yet it seemed to form a strange resonance with the killing intent brewing between heaven and earth.

"They are anchoring."

Su Qingyu looked at the sonar screen, where an occasional dull metal impact sound was transmitted; it was the sound of heavy objects hitting the seabed:

"The 'ship' is retracting its defenses. They've pulled back all their sonar buoys, and their radar power has been reduced to the minimum.

They think the greatest threat is the typhoon; as long as they endure this storm, they'll be safe."

"Arrogance is the greatest obstacle to survival."

Jiang Ran's finger stopped tapping, and he slowly opened his eyes.

In those deep blue eyes,

The holographic screen was reflected, showing a huge storm eye that already covered half the nautical chart and was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

At this distance, he could even feel that destructive power calling to the wildness within him.

"They rely on technology, looking down on all living beings like gods, thinking that's enough."

Jiang Ran looked at the red vortex, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth:

"Then let nature teach them the meaning of awe."

At this time, the black iron's originally peeled-off armor had been re-covered with a new cuticle layer.

It was even thicker and rougher than before.

It lay in the dark tunnel, all lights extinguished and all heat sources cut off.

It had turned itself into a cold stone, a piece of dead iron filled with killing intent.

Waiting for that moment.

Waiting for the wind speed to break force seventeen.

Waiting for the waves to reach thirty meters, waiting for the moment when that 'God' would have to close His eyes.

Jiang Ran closed his eyes again, sinking his body deep into the back of the chair, his voice as light as a sigh, yet as heavy as a verdict:

"Now... we only wait for the wind to rise."