Naples Bay Area, Sixth Fleet Naval Base.

The 90s were the era when the Rice Grain Fried Empire was in full swing, and it was the era when the new Roman Empire was about to be built.

The entire Earth's oceans are the Empire's inner lakes, and the vast Mediterranean Sea, where the city of Naples is located, is carefully described as only a part of the Sixth Fleet's subordinate jurisdiction within the Empire's vast navy.

To have the opportunity to take charge of such a powerful force is naturally an honor that is difficult for mortals to achieve.

On this day, however, the commander of the Sixth Fleet, Vice Admiral Paladin Colt, who was waiting at the naval command in Naples, was not happy.

Because there's so much bad news coming out today.

The old man with white sideburns, ruddy face, neat uniform and a star-studded shoulder was enjoying afternoon tea in his office, but a young officer who pushed the door in interrupted his lunch break very rudely.

Just when General Colt was about to calmly educate the young men not to be too impatient, this subordinate told him:

A "Hornet" fell and fell in the city of Naples.

It is said that many innocent citizens were stoned to death.

That's big news.

Although it is currently in a state of war with the Balkan Alliance, for the strongest rice army on the planet, coming here to fight is as easy as traveling.

The plane that fell today is the first case of "battle damage" in the Mi army since the beginning of the war.

No way, accidents are inevitable...

General Colt could only send ground troops to the crash site to investigate urgently, while asking his subordinates in his office to help prepare the speeches that would be prepared for the reporters:

"The accidental crash that occurred over Naples today is a source of great sorrow for me and all my colleagues at the Sixth Fleet."

"Lieutenant Sami is a typical representative of the spirit of rice frying, and he gave his life to the just cause of sowing seed oil..."

"No, Lieutenant General Colt."

The subordinate corrected: "It's not Lieutenant Sammy, it's Lieutenant Sam." ”

"Oh."

Colt replied casually, and recited again: "Lieutenant Sam is the spirit of rice frying..."

"Wait."

The subordinate corrected again: "Lieutenant General, you didn't hear clearly just now, Lieutenant Sam is not dead. ”

"Huh? Not dead? ”

Colt frowned:

The pilot did not die, but the citizens did die a lot, and when he was interviewed by reporters, I am afraid that the scene will not be very good.

This Lieutenant Sam has brought him a lot of shit out of thin air, it's really...

"Great!"

"It's a blessing in misfortune that our young man was able to save his life."

Colt wiped tears from his eyes in front of several subordinates with an excited face, which moved everyone to the old general who loved soldiers like children.

And then, in the midst of this harmonious atmosphere...

Worse news reached General Colt's ears:

"What?"

"At the crash site of the fighter, there was once a transparent man-eating monster?"

"The wreckage of the fighter plane that contains the core technology of the empire, all, let that monster eat it?"

His eyes widened, as if he were listening to some kind of fantasy.

After several times confirming that it was not April 1st, a few days later, and knowing that there were hundreds of survivors to testify, General Colt reluctantly accepted the absurdity.

Then, after calming down, Colt couldn't help but think of something:

"A monster as transparent as a ghost... Invisible to the naked eye, but actually there... Could it be..."

"The legendary 'stand power'?"

General Colt is not a stand-in emissary, but as a man of high authority, he has enough authority and opportunity to understand the hidden truth behind this world.

Stand-in, stand-in messenger, stand-in ability...

He knows more or less about these things that ordinary people have never heard of.

In fact, as the upper class of the empire, Colt also had a lot of dealings with the Spittwagen (SPW) consortium, which was also a high-class group.

Mr. Joseph Joestar, a senior executive of the SPW consortium and a New York real estate tycoon, has also chatted and laughed with him in certain social situations.

Many of the Empire's classified projects were run by private consortia, and Colt vaguely remembered...

It seems that the SPW Foundation has been in charge of the research on the stand-in messenger and the ability of the stand-in.

"This kind of supernatural thing is not something that our navy can solve..."

"Or... Call and ask about the situation, and ask Mr. Joseph to help investigate? ”

Colt thought to himself.

But at this moment, worse news came:

"Lieutenant General Colt!"

"The Institute of Geology of Mount Vesuvius sent a message that they had detected abnormal geological activity under the volcano, and computer simulations showed that..."

"There is a high probability that Vesuvius will have a large eruption in the coming period."

Mount Vesuvius is a well-known active volcano, most recently erupted in the year 44 of this century.

Stationed under such a dangerous crater, the Imperial Navy had to keep an eye on the geology of Vesuvius.

"Volcanic eruption?"

"Damn... Anyway, everything is rushing together! ”

General Colt's face was a little unpleasant:

Predicting the possibility of a volcanic eruption, they must retreat.

However, once such a large fleet retreats and transfers, it will certainly greatly interfere with the established battle plan.

And the previous incident of the fall of the warplane, the disappearance of the wreckage, and the infestation of monsters has not been resolved, and now there is a once-in-a-century volcanic eruption...

Could this be more unlucky?

General Colt thought so to himself...

Immediately, another "impetuous" young officer pushed open the door to the office:

"Lieutenant General Colt, something is wrong!"

"There was a biochemical terrorist attack in the city of Naples!"

"The spread of 'poisonous gas' has been as wide as three or four kilometers, and the number of casualties is incalculable!"

"What ?!!"

Colt was taken aback.

He had lived most of his life and had never seen such a large-scale terrorist attack.

"Are you sure it was a terrorist attack?"

"Are you sure it's a biological weapon?"

Colt clenched his fists tightly, and his heart was excited:

Biochemical Attack!

What does this mean?

This means that the "laundry detergent" that the congressional lords took out of their homes was actually hammered by terrorists who came out of nowhere!

With this account, the imperial army occupies an absolutely righteous position.

If the casualties in the attack are heavy enough, the Empire can also take the opportunity to expand the scale of the war, creating a lot of meritorious service opportunities for these hungry soldiers.

Although Colt is already a high-powered vice admiral, he also wants to wear the epaulette of the five-star admiral.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and finally couldn't help but slap the table:

"It's so hateful!"

"These inhumane madmen are simply the public enemy of all mankind!"

General Colt pursed his lips tightly, and two lines of sad tears flowed down his cheeks.

Everyone was infected by such a heavy atmosphere, and at the same time, they were amazed by the pure humanitarian spirit of Mr. Lieutenant General.

And at this time...

Worse and worse news is coming:

"Lieutenant General Colt, something is wrong!"

A fourth, impetuous young man burst in.

He was so anxious that he couldn't even stand still, and when he opened his mouth, he said a sensational news:

"A helicopter of unknown origin is forcibly approaching our base!"

"Moreover, I don't know if it's because of the helicopter, the 'poison gas' in the city of Naples also floated over!"

"A team of stick boys who went out to patrol the barracks were poisoned in the urban area less than five kilometers from the base!"

"W-What?"

Colt's face turned green in an instant.

He subconsciously ignored the poisoning of a team of soldiers in the city, and he was more concerned about:

"The gas... It's only five kilometers away from us? ”

"Yes!"

The subordinate gave an accurate answer.

Colt's white elite, OldMoney's Confucian temperament disappeared in an instant:

"Then what are you doing here?"

He slammed the table and spurred expletives:

"Where's your fucking anti-aircraft missile?"

"Pull it out and blow it up to Lao Tzu!"

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