He fiddled with a few instruments, sending out specialized ultrasonic waves that could attract a host of sharks.
Sharks are never the fish that swim in schools.
But within just ten minutes, the nearby sharks were all surging towards them.
In the serene deep ocean, the schools of fish were terrified into disarray by the menacing presence of the sharks...
"Young Master, I can feel the resonance of the ultrasonic waves." Wilfred took off his headset, almost getting a headache from the intense sound rhythm.
Wayne Bailey saw blood spilling from Charles Harrington's submarine: "He's calling the sharks."
"Young Master, shall we activate the defense layer now?"
Wayne Bailey's fingers had already typed a string of command codes on the keyboard.
Green English letters flowed down the screen, the entire submarine quaked, extending an impenetrable shell around itself, instantly forming into a spherical shape, bristling with the sharpest barbs, like a giant durian.
