Monster Factory

= The parade loaded on the patrol ship is the ANSPS-83.

This advanced radar allows automatic detection, provides target distance and orientation, and detects and locks low-altitude flight targets. At the same time, its navigation capability enables rapid and precise determination of the ship's position and velocity with adjacent vessels, avoiding issue collisions.

And that's why the radar's observation window started to warn wildly.

The radar operator rubbed his eyes wildly, and he suspected he was blinded.

At the surface of the bare sea, there was suddenly a trace of a small ship, leaning towards the belly of their patrol vessel, the Brownwood.

“Three kilometers away.” The operator shouted incredibly.

“There must be something wrong with the radar. What boat can have 45 knots of speed? Still suddenly appeared.” Captain Brawton forced himself to calm down and give orders quickly, "the searchlight locked and the main cannon loaded with flares. I'd like to see what the hell there is. ”

“Bang ~”

Accompanied by a violent explosion, a flare shell was hit high into the sky.

Thereafter, within two kilometres of each other, the night was lit by the rays of intense flame, like daylight.

The flare slowly dropped, and the crew of the Brownwood discovered that there was indeed a ship at four o'clock.

A white hull with a sharp bow like a knife and a two-tiered ship with a streamlined shape.

It looks a bit like a yacht, but the sci-fi shape, and the seemingly all-out black upper structure make it more like an unknown ship from the future.

It is half the size of the Brownwood patrol vessel, with no radio signal, no AIS ship positioning system and no GPS positioning signal.

“A kilometer away, according to the trajectory, we'll have a collision in a minute.” The operator's voice was a little frightened.

“Unknown vessels ahead, please change course immediately and stop for inspection, otherwise we will be treated as an attack and defend ourselves.” Captain Brawton is equally fearful, or the people on board are fearful.

This sci-fi yacht, did it come out of the water, what does it want?

“Unknown boat ahead, please change course immediately...”

Captain Brawton repeats, but there is still no signal on the radio about the yacht. Next, the people on the Brownwood heard an engine roar that they'd never heard before.

Like a hybrid of overrun and aircraft engines, the air is full of power.

Seven hundred meters, the searchlight has been locked to the bow of this huge yacht, and the people on board have clearly seen four high water curtains dragged at the stern.

Captain Brawton shouted and ordered the shooting.

The self-loaded 76MM flashgun immediately turned the cannon toward the yacht that was advancing at high speeds.

The first shell was not fused and was considered a warning shot.

However, when the cannon was turned, the sailors on the boat, horrified to find the yacht, instantly burst into an impossible acceleration and were born with an arc on the water.

The shells hit the sea, spraying huge waves. The shell casing of the warm water bottle jumped out of the rebound machine, and before the second shell could reach the chamber, the yacht suddenly mentioned ninety knots of velocity and twisted around the surface.

Seven hundred meters away, several respiratory intervals are pulled close. Four artillery rounds were fired in a hurry, only one of which hit the yacht. A huge crack burst ripped the bow of the yacht out of a sink size crack.

And then there was the sound of an awesome alarm at the surface.

It's not the yacht, it's the Brownwood. After one shell, the yacht was less than 50 metres from the Brownwood.

The Brownwood is full of rudder, but its efforts are futile. No matter how clumsy it swings, the yacht can quickly face it with a blade bow. There was nowhere to hide, so the ship sounded a terrible impact warning.

The boat was full of sailors screaming and mounted on the bow of the ship's flashguns, which could not be targeted due to angle problems, when a six-tube 20mm caliber dense array at the stern of the boat roared. Bullets hit the yacht housing, emitting thunderous noises and flames.

But two seconds later, a ninety knot yacht had hit the middle of the hull of the Brownwood.

What is the concept of verse 90?

If you change the yard, it's 166 yards an hour. Imagine a car at 166 yards an hour. No, it's supposed to be a mountain of thousands of tons, hitting the Brownwood, so what's the idea?

The time and air in the command compartment of the Brownwood seem to be solidifying at this moment.

And the next moment, all the members, do their best, screaming and grabbing anything that holds them in place. Then the lights began to spark and the entire hull began to shake violently, making a horrible sound of metal being torn apart.

“Boom.”

Ten times more noise than a speedy shell exploded, coming from the Brownwood.

The dense array of fires instantly turned the Brownwood into a wooden stick, which was then stopped and broken at the waist. Under a crackling rock-like impact, the Brownwood was launched more than twenty metres away in parallel.

The yacht's entire capital was thrown in, and the hull also had a large hole in the basin that was exploded by a flare gun and a ripped open wound from a dense array.

But it is in this tragic situation that its stern thrusters, instead of being on strike, once again enhance horsepower, like an angry ancient giant beast, leaning headlessly against the Brownwood and moving towards the depths of the sea.

Everyone in the neighborhood was scared shitless by this horrible day.

The sailors on the Horizon hide behind bars as required by two metal experts. They could only reach the roar of artillery shells and dense arrays, followed by the impact sound of heaven and earth splitting.

Hovering over the Horizon, the dolphin helicopter crew that was supposed to guide it to the dolphin that was stopping was at a fractured moment, as if struck by lightning.

They circled at height, so they saw more images.

They saw a sci-fi and huge yacht roaring out of the pitch of darkness. It was then intercepted by incendiary bombs, artillery shells and 20-mm machine guns, but the yacht was transformed into a lightning bolt with no trace of motion, avoiding most of the artillery shells. In its fiercest, most upright position, it struck the hull of the Brownwood.

The images of that moment, they will never forget.

A 3200 tonnage patrol ship was stopped at that moment.

And…

At that moment, the yacht seemed to have the illusion of jumping off the surface and onto the Brownwood.

Looking powerless, the hull folds in a V-shape and is moving rapidly across the Brownwood. The Dolphin crew did their best and yelled at the caller: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

Ahhh.

“Help...”

On the Brownwood, some sailors struggled from the impact of the breakdown, climbing to the deck at all costs, including Captain Brawton.

There is an inflatable escape boat on the deck, which is the edge of the main international lane and is sure to survive as long as it can jump into the lifeboat.

The Dolphin helicopter was in vain, and it was just a patrol helicopter, relying on only a few of the crew members in the cabin with assault rifles, and did not even qualify to tickle the yacht.

Gradually, dozens of crew members struggled on the Brownwood deck. But none of them dared to jump out of an inflatable lifeboat.

Because of that yacht that was rigidly embedded in the hull of the boat, they went out across the top, always on top, fast.

I don't know how far out it is, it seems to be long, and it seems to be only a few minutes away.

The Brownwood has begun to lean heavily.

In the pursuit of the Dolphin searchlight, the yacht also seemed to have dried up, with huge blisters on both sides of the hull from time to time. Speed, slower and slower.

Eventually, being taken out of the Brownwood over twenty nautical miles, and the ghostly yacht, finally slowed down.

The sailors on the boat, crying and shouting, threw their lifeboats into the sea, and the Dolphin helicopter, circled over the sky, dropping their lifejackets.

“Grumpy. Grumpy.”

The seawater poured wildly into the cabin of the Brownwood, slowly sinking it, and was captured by the cabin crew on the Dolphin, securely on their cell phones.

“Grumpy. Grumpy.”

Ghost yachts also followed with huge splashes, which could have hit hard before, killing them as well.

It doesn't matter anymore, it's rigidly embedded on the Brownwood, and even if it's intact, it's buried with it. This makes all the crew who fled the lifeboat feel a little less afraid.

Otherwise it will not sink. The sailors do not know whether to ask forgiveness or prefer to die.

Naturally ~

They don't know that it's not a sci-fi yacht at all.

It's called the Lord's Battleship, and it's just a disguised enclosure of a yacht. At this moment, no one in the ship operates entirely remotely, which is impossible to detect by human technology, and deep sea diving is its specialty.

After it sank hundreds of meters with the Brownwood, for example, it activated the propulsion system again, taking the Brownwood to that distant and silent depths of the unknown sea.

……

Meanwhile, the United States warnings rang loudly in the United States Fifth Fleet Base in the Arab Republic.

The crew sailors who participated in battle readiness jumped out of bed like electric shocks.

Meanwhile, the United States of America is on Guam, making a big alarm call in the strategic duty room.

The crew who participated in battle readiness duty, one by one, jumped out of the bed like they had been exposed to electricity.

Fifteen minutes later, an EP-3E electronic reconnaissance aircraft took off urgently from the runway.

Half an hour later, two oil-filled Burke-class destroyers went mad and headed this way in the Strait of Gretel.

Burke-class destroyer.

The main United States Navy warship is one of the world's newest, most advanced, most comprehensive destroyers, and the largest number of active destroyers ever built in the world.

What is the most comprehensive destroyer?

Simply put, a hundred Brownwood ships will never hurt their hair.