Simatel Domain, Hyde Constellation, Emmamak System

The Ninth Detachment of the Border Patrol Fleet of the Simatel Front is being interviewed by a reporter from the Emma News Agency that they need to assist the Imperial Interior Office in a propaganda mission.

Leondona, a correspondent of the news agency, asked the fleet commander of the Ninth Fleet: "According to the seizure records of the Imperial Navy in recent years, the largest cargo smuggled into the Mimatar in the Empire is meat slave hounds. What do you think about this, as the commander of the guards of the border? ”

The commander, whose face was heavily mosaiced, replied, "The slaves have a really strong taste, and the meat of that thing tastes like its."

"That thing's meat doesn't taste like its?" Leondona seemed to feel like he had caught some big news. He hurriedly asked, "May I ask why you came to this conclusion?" Could it be you?。。。 He suddenly thought of something and took a few steps back.

"What is it? Believe it or not, I'm going to beat you! Is it time to ask? Why don't you get out of here after asking?! The commander suddenly burst into rage and said to Leondona.

"Sir, the Imperial Interior Office has an order for you. And the order is very clear, we need your help us to finish this promotional video! Leondona said as he took out the document issued by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"Guards! Come on! There are Mimatar smugglers here, and now there is martial law nearby! The commander shouted out the door, and he walked over to Leondona, who didn't know what was happening.

"What do you want to do? We're sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs! Yes! You!!! How do you hit someone?! I'll be sure to accuse you when I get back! ”

"Accusations? If you like to sue, go and sue! Anyway, you're on my turf now, and I like to clean up as much as I want! ”

"Oh!"

"Ahh

"Don't slap your face!"

"I was wrong! Stop it! ”

The guards outside the door listened to the screams coming from the room, and looked at their colleagues on the opposite side with strange expressions, and the two of them had surprisingly the same thoughts: "I've never seen anything like this before, and curiosity has to be so heavy." But then again, I didn't expect the commander to be so heavy-mouthed... ’

After a while, the commander's shout came from inside the door: "Guards! Come in and throw these two smugglers who are connected to the Mimatar and throw them in jail! ”

The guards pushed open the door and saw the former reporters and photographers lying on the ground and moaning in pain. He asked hesitantly, "My lord, do you really want to..." He ran his hand around his neck.

"Shut it up for now! These journalists! Hum! The disheveled commander said, tidying up his attire.

"Yes, sir." The two guards hurriedly dragged the two poor fellows out of the room.

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Alfred, who had been hungover for a whole day, finally came to his senses in the evening of the next day, clutching his aching head and shouting, "What about people? Where did everyone die?! ”

"Uncle, are you awake? If you don't wake up, I'll have to send you to a medical pod and force you to sober up. It was still a familiar and unvoiced voice.

"You little bunny wants to trick me again!" Alfred grumbled.

Then he realized something was wrong: "No! How did I end up here? ”

Immediately afterwards, Alfred's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly got up from the bed to check his clothes, and then felt the feeling behind him.

"Whew~~~ It's okay, it's okay, you kid isn't that kind of person." He said with a long sigh of relief.

Karl said with black lines on his face: "Uncle, what are you thinking! I'm a girl with a girl, how could I do that kind of thing! ”

"Hehe, this isn't just a precaution! By the way, why are you kid here? I'm supposed to be in my room, huh? Alfred asked.

"Uncle, go wash up quickly, it stinks!" Carl asked about the smell of wine mixed with other flavors, and said with a disgusted look on his face.

"Oh, good."

After washing, Alfred asked, "What's the matter with you kid coming to me?" What's going on again? ”

"Uncle, there was news from the military department just now. Your Majesty, she has placed another order for warships, specifically for the refitting of your Keezo family and Salam's family. Carl clicked on a document in his terminal.

"Changing clothes again? Will the Imperial Finances be able to afford it? I remember that His Majesty managed to reverse the fiscal deficit a few years ago, so don't go straight from profitability to deficit this year! Alfred was suddenly excited.

"Not really, the main thing is to scrap a batch of Doomsday Battlefield-class battleships that have reached the end of their service life, and then throw them on the guitar market to sell them to those mercenary legions." Carl looked at the end of the document and said.

"To the mercenary legion? Okay, too. The performance of the retired warships of the Imperial Navy has always been more than 30% higher than those ordinary foreign trade versions on the market. Alfred asked.

"There are about six sub-fleets, because many of the ships of the reserve fleet in the five fleets are already out of service. Therefore, for the sake of the students of the academy, those old battleships must be replaced. Carl flipped through the papers.

"Six squadron battleships, that's a lot of value! Let me do the math, one detachment has twenty battleships, and six detachments are one hundred and twenty. Boy, check what is the price of a Decommissioned Doomsday Battlefield class of the Imperial Navy on the market right now? Alfred asked, without looking up.

"One of the seven billion." Carl said after inquiring for a while.

"One hundred and two times seventeen equals two hundred and forty billion ISK. Tut-tut, how is the military going to transport the guitar? Worth 200 billion goods, and it is also the main warship of the Imperial Navy that has just been decommissioned. I'll bet you, now that the news has been released, there's definitely a whole bunch of guys staring at these ships! Alfred analyzed.

"yes, that's why the military department threw me a chore. Isn't my fleet right in the Kisoga system? So the big men in the military department paid attention to me, and they asked my fleet to escort the fleet of 120 Doomsday-class cargo ships. Carl said helplessly.

"Escort? No problem? Why do you kid look reluctant? Alfred asked, puzzled.

"Reluctantly? Hum! This group of big men said that the expenses incurred in this escort will be borne by us first, and then we will be allocated in the next quarter's military appropriation. The reason is that it is too troublesome to allocate funds directly, so let's take care of it first! Karl said huffingly.

Wait a minute.,Because the author is a game customer service.,I met a very troublesome player today and didn't write a word in the afternoon.。 I can only use this to keep attendance at night, and I will definitely add more for the New Year! Certain!

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