The submarine had been at the bottom of the sea for five or six years…
This sentence was like a heavy hammer, weighing down on the bottom of Huo Shaoheng's heart.
His eyes were cold, and his gaze was as deep as the sea. He looked silently at the large window of the conference room.
For the sake of confidentiality, the window of this conference room was also made of one-way glass.
They could see the outside from the inside, but no one could look inside from the outside.
No one spoke, patiently waiting for Huo Shaoheng to give his orders.
After a long time has passed, when everyone almost thought that Huo Shaoheng would never give his opinion, Huo Shaoheng spoke.
"... I'll apply to the military and request them to dispatch a research ship to the Cape of Good Hope to … bring back the submarine."
The mini-submarine had sunk to such a deep seabed. Other than a large salvage tug, there was nothing else that could tow it up.
