The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 837

Chapter 837

It was a harpoon.

The Ardelonians were firing at viewing window three on Nicole’s submarine.

Nicole hurried to the stern and found the window intact. Fortunately, she had closed the reinforced steel shutter over the glass before the attack.

The viewing windows were the submarine’s weakest points. The Ardelonians clearly intended to break through and flood the vessel, leaving the four of them no choice but to surrender.

But the engineers in Yorwyn had prepared for far worse. They built the submarine to withstand tsunamis and other disasters, encasing it in heavy steel.

It survived the monstrous tsunami triggered by colliding tectonic plates. The Ardelonians’ harpoons barely seemed to make a dent.

The spikes protected both sides of the submarine, though the bow remained relatively exposed. Still, the harpoons’ failure gave Nicole a moment to catch her breath.

Then something slammed into Nicole’s submarine, sending it lurching violently through the water.

The impact threw Nicole off her feet and slammed her into the wall. Loose objects flew through the cabin.

Cola sailed through the air and landed with a heavy thud. Poppy fell, too, striking her head.

Nicole grabbed a bolted-down cabinet and pulled herself upright. “Poppy, get Cola to your room! Strap yourselves in!”

Fear gave way to fury. The Ardelonians seemed determined to treat them as easy prey, and Nicole wanted every last one of them dead.

Poppy already suffered one concussion from a hailstone, and her recovery took a long time. Now, she was hurt again.

Cola still looked strong, but he was getting old. If either of them suffered any lasting harm, Nicole would cut those Ardelonians into pieces and feed them to the sharks.

She cursed as her submarine careened through the water, unaware that the black submarine responsible for the collision fared even worse.

Its crew charged in at full speed, certain they could overpower their target. Instead, submarine 2688’s external spikes punched through their hull, and the impact sent their vessel reeling even farther back.

Everyone aboard was thrown off their feet, Alarms blared throughout the submarine.

One man flipped through the air and landed headfirst. His skull split open, killing him instantly.

The others staggered to their feet and scrambled to the control room, still dazed from the collision.

They tried to stabilize the vessel, but the controls were unresponsive. No matter how many times they pressed the buttons, nothing happened.

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They yanked the control lever back and forth, but nothing happened.

“Worthless piece of junk!”

Then they spotted seawater pouring into the compartment.

They stared at the rising water in disbelief. This vessel was supposed to be the toughest in the imperial fleet, built to ram through anything in its path.

Their underwater fortress was falling apart around them.

They cursed the vessel and everything aboard it.

A few thought to radio the other submarines for help, but the radio was already submerged.

Water surged past their knees. Two men panicked and scrambled for the hatch, desperate to get out alive.

But the hatch was jammed. No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn’t force it open.

One man pounded frantically on the steel until a blade plunged through him from behind. Blood poured from the wound.

The man beside him barely had time to react before he, too, was stabbed to death.

To the man holding the sword, their desperation to escape was cowardice, punishable by death.

With no way out himself, he turned the blade on his own stomach and plunged it in.