Chapter 550: Creating Chaos

He Yuzhu leaped into the surging sea, the icy seawater instantly wrapping around his entire body.

With a thought, he released a light patrol boat from his space; he had collected it back in the Ryukyu Islands.

He Yuzhu vaulted onto the boat, and once the passenger ship was far away, he pressed the start button; the roar of the motor instantly tore through the silence of the night.

The patrol boat shot off like an arrow from a bow, carving a white wake across the ink-black sea as it sped toward the distance.

The moonlight was excellent tonight, and the sea was as calm as a piece of dark silk, with only the spray broken by the bow splashing backward.

With the help of the system's Scanning, He Yuzhu ignored the underwater reefs and pushed the speed to the limit.

The hull trembled slightly, and the speedometer needle climbed steadily, the speed reaching 30 knots; if he sprinted at full power, he could reach 40 knots, far faster than that passenger ship, which only had a speed of a little over 10 knots.

At this speed, he could reach Pearl Harbor in Honolulu before four in the morning.

At 3:30 AM, the light of a lighthouse finally appeared on the distant horizon.

He Yuzhu reduced speed, letting the patrol boat slowly approach the outskirts of Pearl Harbor.

When he was still a few kilometers from the commercial port, he put away the patrol boat and switched to an M Military standard-issue single-person kayak.

The rubber boat slid silently toward the port.

The beams of the searchlights were like the eyes of a giant, sweeping across the pitch-black sea again and again.

He Yuzhu kept his body low, paddling quickly in the gaps between the sweeping light beams.

After approaching to a certain distance, he simply abandoned the boat and entered the water, putting on diving gear and swimming toward the shadows on the shore.

When he crawled onto the shore, dripping wet, it was not yet dawn.

The pier was piled high with dense containers and cargo boxes, and cranes stood in the morning mist like silent giants.

He Yuzhu moved through them like a shadow, and as he passed the Warehouse, he took whatever supplies caught his eye into his space.

Walking up to a large cargo ship, his eyes lit up—dozens of brand-new Chevrolet pickup trucks were neatly arranged on the deck, their paint gleaming with a cold luster under the hazy morning light.

Seeing no one around, he quickly boarded the ship and took all these brand-new pickup trucks into his space.

As the sky began to brighten, He Yuzhu walked toward the outside of the pier.

In the parking lot, a Dodge Jeep had its dim interior lights on, and two military police officers were eating sandwiches inside.

He Yuzhu's footsteps were as light as a cat's, and it wasn't until he pulled open the car door that the two looked up in shock—

But it was already too late.

In the blink of an eye, before the two could even let out a gasp, they vanished from their seats.

He Yuzhu quickly changed into one of their khaki military uniforms and sat in the driver's seat.

At six o'clock sharp, the sky was fully bright, and he started the Jeep and drove away from the pier.

With one hand on the steering wheel, He Yuzhu calculated rapidly: where would it be best to create chaos? The armory was naturally the most ideal target; if that didn't work, blowing up a few Warships would also achieve the effect.

Once the military port exploded, the FBI would inevitably be thrown into disarray; how would they have the energy to inspect the passengers on a passenger ship?

In this way, the few missing people on the ship would attract even less attention... and the journey home for Mr. Qian's family would be much smoother.

With his plan clear, he turned the car around and drove toward the military port.

As he approached the military port, the security clearly became more stringent.

He Yuzhu parked the car far away in the woods by the side of the road and approached on foot to observe.

At the checkpoint, soldiers were conducting box-by-box inspections of every vehicle entering and exiting, with tight defenses.

But this could not stump him.

He Yuzhu hid in the grass by the side of the road, waiting for the right moment.

Half an hour later, a convoy of five trucks drove toward the military port gate, their cargo covered with tarpaulins.

He timed it for the moment the last truck passed the grass, his figure leaping like a civet cat, silently flipping into the back of the truck.

The truck was piled full of wooden crates, and through Scanning, he discovered that the crates were actually full of High-explosive Explosives.

He Yuzhu felt a surge of joy—the explosives he had scavenged from Hong Kong in his space were mostly used up, and this batch had arrived at just the right time.

As the convoy passed the first checkpoint, He Yuzhu hid himself in his space.

There were three checkpoints, and the inspections became stricter, but inside his space, He Yuzhu was not afraid at all.

Finally, the convoy slowly drove into an Duli warehouse area.

As soon as the truck stopped, a First Team of soldiers ran up to start unloading.

He Yuzhu took advantage of the chaos to flash behind a pile of crates, and only after all the trucks had left did he slowly emerge.

This was a warehouse specifically for storing demolition equipment; TNT, plastic explosives, Detonator, underwater demolition devices... all categorized and filling the shelves.

He Yuzhu was not polite; wherever he went, all supplies were taken into his space.

Crawling out from a ventilation duct, he bumped into two patrolling soldiers.

He was startled, but the other party only glanced at him and continued forward.

Only then did He Yuzhu realize that he was also wearing the uniform of a patrol military policeman.

Through Scanning, he discovered that this area had several large ammunition depots, spaced about three hundred meters apart.

To avoid suspicion, He Yuzhu found an underground pipe entrance and crawled in.

With the help of the system, he quickly cleared a path and entered another Warehouse.

This warehouse was piled full of naval gun ammunition, with shells neatly stacked like a steel forest.

He Yuzhu planted Timed Bomb at several key locations—once this place exploded, the power would be enough to shake the entire military port.

Immediately after, he snuck into a warehouse marked with high-risk warnings.

Inside were stored depth charges and Torpedo; these things had astonishing power, and He Yuzhu took them all directly, intending to use them to blow up those Warships.

He glanced at his watch; it was already twelve o'clock noon.

There was not much time left—the Cleveland would enter the port at five in the evening, and he had to have everything set up before then.

He Yuzhu set the explosion time for all the Timed Bomb to four in the afternoon; once they exploded, the military port would surely fall into chaos, and when the passenger ship docked after that, surely no one would care.

Slipping out from the ammunition depot, he made his way to the pier where the warships were moored.

The midday sun was scorching, the sea surface was as blue as if washed clean, several warships were moored quietly in the harbor, and seagulls occasionally landed on the decks to forage.

He Yuzhu squinted and looked over—moored prominently in the main harbor were two Essex-class aircraft carriers.

Arranged on the flight decks were AD-4 Skyraider attack aircraft and F9F Panther jet fighters, reflecting a cold, hard luster under the sun.

Surrounding the aircraft carriers, six Gearing-class destroyers circled like guards.

Further to the west, there were also three Fletcher-class destroyers and four Gato-class submarines.

The pier in the afternoon was somewhat drowsy; although there were sentries on the ships, most of the soldiers were hiding in the shade, and no one was paying any attention to the situation on the sea surface.

He Yuzhu found a concealed spot and slid into the water.

He took a deep breath and dived toward the nearest destroyer.

The underwater visibility was dim, but the system provided clear guidance.

He Yuzhu swam to the bottom of the ship's hull, took out a modified Torpedo from his space, attached it to a key position on the hull with a strong magnet, and gave it a hard tug—it was secure and correct.

Then came the second, the third...

When he finished installing the sixth explosive device, the watch hands already pointed to three in the afternoon.

If he hadn't been able to hide in his space at any time to recover his stamina, he would never have lasted until now.

He Yuzhu swam with all his might toward the open sea, and when he came ashore on a desolate reef beach, he was nearly exhausted.

He slumped onto the rocks, soaked through, gasping for breath, his arms trembling slightly from the long duration of swimming and installation work.

The distant naval port remained calm, as if nothing were about to happen.

But he knew that in one hour, that place would be transformed into a sea of fire.