C117 This F Cking Body!

He watched as the behemoth charged toward its target. At about two nautical miles away, a swarm of fist-sized torpedoes burst forth in all directions, like petals scattered by celestial maidens. Quickly, they homed in on a single direction and surged forward.

Zhang Hai's mind raced with the thought of using this weapon against conventional warships, a prospect that excited him