"I guessed what 'Z-ONE' meant by inviting me to a meeting, and they wanted to recruit me, right?" Yukino turned her head to look at "Mortal", and the other party nodded forcefully to prove her thoughts: "Okay, I'll agree." ”

"Is it so refreshing?"

"After all, the two best guys right now...... Probably stumbling up on something. Xue Nai shrugged her shoulders and tried her best not to look at the number on the computer: "So I can only come, don't look at me like this, I actually hope ...... I can help them share their worries. ”

When he said the last sentence, Yukino's heart didn't know why, and the tingling feeling passed by.

"Mortal" looked at Xue Nai's serious eyes in front of her, and Miss Spy, who was originally emotionless, also seemed to be encouraged, she bowed slightly, and handed Xue Nai an application that she didn't know where to take it out: "Then, welcome to join 'ZONE', Ms. Tiandi~"

—————— Relic Wind Squid ——————

In front of the Pentagon, a naval admiral angrily got into the car, and a heroic female soldier and another young man with glasses sat behind him.

This is the commander of the Pacific Fleet, Commander Marshall, who has just experienced that terrifying scene in the Pacific. It had only been a few days before that he had seen a terrifying presence in the Pacific Ocean far beyond what he had ever known.

A few days ago, Marshall was secretly ordered to lead the Third Pacific Fleet to investigate the "overlord country" that suddenly appeared at sea, hoping that at a time when all governments around the world are confused about the "overlord country," they can use the powerful hard power of the US military to take the lead in this strange new continent.

Years of experience as a world policeman and extreme confidence in his own strength made Marshall think that this mission must be within the controllable range despite the risks, but he did not expect that the fleet had just entered the sea area not far from the "Overlord's Country", and encountered a monster called "Lord of Yellow Springs" and a demon called himself "Yubel".

Because of the poor communication, several destroyers launched an attack on the "Yubel," and in the end they all sank, and all the officers and men of the ship were spared; at the same time, the whole fleet was also affected by the spirit of the "Lord of Yellow Springs," and many of them were directly reduced in personnel -- most of them were civilian and female soldiers whose physical fitness was worse than that of ordinary soldiers.

Such a huge loss, coupled with the defeat of his godson Max, made the "Overlord's Realm" think that they were not qualified to visit, so the fog was so thick that it could not be dissolved, and Marshall had to retreat.

The fleet stayed in Hawaii, the second closest to the "land of the Overlords" (the nearest was the Pacific Rim Duel Academy), and Marshall immediately returned to the Pentagon with Max, who was unconscious after the defeat, and some of his cronies, to question the upper echelons who had made such a reckless decision.

The Pentagon's reply to Marshall is very interesting: At the beginning, no matter what Marshall said, the Pentagon side said that he had misunderstood, and that they had encountered a mirage and a tsunami; but it was not until yesterday that the "Bad Beast Descending" incident occurred all over the world and two cities in the United States became the targets of the "Bad Beast" that Marshall learned from the Pentagon's emergency meeting that the Atlantic Fleet had already come into contact with the "dueling elves!"

At that time, looking at the commander of the Atlantic Navy who sent stacks of materials to everyone to explain, and looking at the mighty and majestic "Phantom Dragon" printed on the materials, Marshall's mentality was completely exploded.

So as soon as the meeting ended, Marshall didn't go to any follow-up meetings at all, and rushed out with his own people, got in the car and left.

In the car, Marshall slammed the door hard, and the violent appearance made the surrounding cronies feel terrible.

"This is a trick by the military!"

"Commander, I think we are the military. Only one person dared to interject at this time—the well-mannered young man with round-rimmed glasses, who silently said to Marshall:

"You've just come here and don't understand that. Marshall took a deep breath, calmed down, and then said to the young officer: "Commander Ackerman, the commander of the Atlantic Fleet, is more of a senator than a soldier, do you remember how he explained the incident of the 'Phantom Dragon'?"

The young man was obviously also involved in the secret meeting just now, and he pushed his glasses and said softly: "Because the 'monster' is very important, the materials will be saved and handed to District 51 for secret research." ”

"Preservation of data...... Hearing the phrase "save materials," Marshall couldn't help it, and even said foul words from his hometown: "He's just covering the lid! I don't want to admit that my fleet has lost people! I don't want to believe that my fleet has met a 'monster' and been killed!"

"You said he was just covering the lid, wasn't that a little too much?"

"Not at all!*South Dakota Foul Mouth*!" Marshall then roared, "especially after the Phantom Dragon was killed by the Chinese Duel King. The loss of his 'enemy' reassured Ackerman, so he used his family's influence internally to prohibit others from consulting relevant materials in the name of 'secret research' to prevent others from attacking him, and externally mobilized a public opinion machine to exonerate himself, and even held a memorial service to commemorate the officers and men of the destroyer USS Convers, who were swept away by the tsunami...... It's all to cover up the shameful fact that he miscommanded a destroyer in vain!"

"Launching a brazen attack on an ignorant target without orders from his superiors has resulted in the loss of a newest destroyer and the loss of all the officers and men of the ship...... the young man pushed his glasses and roughly understood Marshall's thoughts: "This is indeed a huge stain...... But I just want to persuade Commander Ackerman to observe the clouds, which will immediately return to their shape and state, and will not disappear, and the same is true of the problem. ”

"Actually, it's not a stain at all that he announced, after all, it's the 'Phantom Dragon', a brand new enemy. As if he had vented enough, Marshall quieted down and said calmly: "But Ackerman refuses to believe all this, and for him, instead of poking out a big basket to let the country enter an unpredictable future, it is better to use this incident to hold a few more memorial services and praise them in front of the voters." ”

"Cut, the ballot stained with the blood of the soldiers!" At this time, the female officer who had not spoken on the side spat out, with a look of anger, "If he is willing to announce it, we will not be unprepared! We will take Amun, and it is impossible for Max to ......"

"Say no more, Jane!" Marshall stopped the female officer's further complaints, he turned to look at the young man, and asked, "Amon, you saw Max in the hospital before you came, he ...... What's the status now?"

"Not so good. Amon sighed and said, "Well, the doctor said that he didn't know how much his brain had been hit to become like this, and he didn't know if he could wake up." ”

"It's me who I'm sorry for him, and it's because I didn't understand you before, Amon. Marshall shook his head and said, "I always thought you were 'playing', but I didn't expect that there really was a 'dueling elf' in this world." ”

"I was taken aback, too. Amon pulled a deck out of his bag and stroked its surface.

With Amon's touch, a cute "Cloud Monster Little Smoke Ball" appeared beside him.

"However, I was surprised that in addition to being so obedient, the dueling elves were also so aggressive, and that's it. ”

Then, as if not intending to continue the conversation, Amon looked up and asked Marshall, "So where are we going now?"

"Yes, despite the old Congressional guys vaguely saying not to go to the IFD that it was a conspiracy of an organization called Duo Something, and they want to be superficial in their work with 'ZONE', I don't think anyone is more professional than them right now. Marshall said firmly: "Anyway, right now, no matter how bad a partner is, it's impossible to be worse than Ackerman, right?"

Marshall's car was moving farther and farther away from the Pentagon, which was still in chaos at the time, and seemed to symbolize America's growing division over the "dueling elves."