Strictly speaking, this is the third time Astrid has seen the Half Moon Bay Military Vault. Of course, sixty years ago, this half-melted, post-avant-garde sculpture was an offshore oil rig that conformed to the streamlined beauty of modern industry.

"Headquarters, this is the USS Paul Jones missile patrol boat, requesting verification and entering the floating harbor." The consoles on the bridge flashed red, indicating that the communication was encrypted. As far as the eye could see, through the porthole, there was only an endless sea of iron and the seemingly abandoned pre-war survey and drilling platform.

A few minutes later, the communications officer walked into the bridge with a document and handed over the specific entry location and identification method to the captain. There are so many tricks in the Navy. Astrid swept the deciphered letterhead. The patrol boat circled the drilling platform at its lowest speed, stopped in front of the dumping crane, and the exhaust gas combustion tower was extinguished for many years, this ocean used to be an infinite treasure trove of human resources, but now it is no longer a paradise for mankind, and the highway paved by nature has become a habitat for mutant creatures that return to the Cretaceous beasts overnight. 80 million years ago was the age of dinosaurs, overnight? Probably in the blink of an eye.

Astrid felt a slight dizziness as the invisible radio waves covered the patrol boat, she was familiar with this feeling, the mech would be subjected to a certain degree of instrument turbulence when walking through the electromagnetic blockade network laid by the Empire, she had no interest or need to know the operation mechanism of the electronic camouflage wave, she only needed to understand that it was a necessary security facility, so that the enemy's reconnaissance behavior was nothing.

The war continues, and besides, no one will sit down at the negotiating table and add weight to the scales.

As the radio waves spread, the vicissitudes of life of the drilling platform were transformed, the bride lifted the veil, the huge mechanical gears rolled and snapped together, pouring out a column of water as thick as a fir tree, and the condensed heavy anti-nuclear explosion barrier was still traumatized at the moment of nuclear war, as evidenced by the crystal wall film. The hydraulic lever drove the door wall of the steel fortress into the sea. "USS Jones, your ship has been allowed to enter the fourth floating dock." After the communications officer ran forward, the captain breathed a sigh of relief, obviously a lot more relaxed, and the captain looked at the Half Moon Bay base, which could not see the whole picture even if he looked up, and sighed: "It's good to go home." ”

"Yes." Astrid said the same, but she somehow remembered a vacation when she was a girl. My grandmother insisted on taking baby Linda to Svalbard to see the Northern Lights, and by the way, she told about the long history of Northern Europe, but her maternal grandfather was an archaeologist who was keen on ruins, and it was rare for his granddaughter to cross the ocean to come to him, and his grandfather asked little Astrid if he liked the natural aurora or wanted to visit the submarine base in Trondheim. The old professor let his granddaughter take off his monocle and whispered, "Keep it a secret from your grandmother, I have a special pass, just the two of us, let's have a trip to the Germans' U-boat." ”

So it's a very serious philosophical question, why am I a major in the Army? Astrid habitually pulled up her sideburns, she didn't miss her distant home, and she was even a little glad that her grandparents had disappeared from the Arctic Circle just a few months before the war began, born in ice and died in ice and snow, and you should be all right. The patrol boat drove into the floating dock, and the gate wall of the fortress was closed, and the falling curtain of water drenched the patrol boat.

Like an egg in a basket, the floating dock hoarding was raised, and the dock gradually dived to the bottom of the sea, separated by a thick layer of steel, and Astrid could not see but imagined the scene of thousands of seas hanging overhead. The patrol boat was packed in a small iron box, and the orbital rumble was deafening. It was dark, but the patrol boat was still sailing during the day, and the lights were not on. Soon, the gift box was unsealed, the light suddenly appeared, the noisy crowd suddenly appeared in front of him, the Noah's Ark in the Genesis was really unfolded, the patrol boat was next to a 10,000-ton aircraft-carrying cruiser, the floating harbor personnel were like ant nest worker ants, and the spark waterfall rushed into the dry dock that drained the seawater. Forklift cranes lined up, guards with rifles marching across the wide mooring, they stopped in front of the base railroad and waited for the narrow-gauge railroad train to pass by. A naval base of the pre-war standard, one on shore and one underwater, worlds apart.

"Welcome home, Miss Josephine." Astrid's happy mood dropped a notch in an instant, did the teacher do it on purpose? She thought to herself, indignantly. Astrid was greeted by none other than Polly Paltrow, Lieutenant General Williams' chief female secretary. Isn't she tired? Astrid said goodbye to the captain, the crew needs to complete strict de-radiation procedures to return to the second level of combat readiness, if they fail the physical examination, they are very likely to fall into the third level of readiness, and before they are re-programmed into the combat sequence, the third level of personnel must endure inferior rationing and clearance.

"I'm not Miss, I'm your commander, Lieutenant." Astrid pulled out his large-brimmed hat and put it on, holding a sword and olive leaf in his talons. Her combat equipment is all packaged and sent to the mecha department for maintenance, and if she wants, she can add attachments and paint herself. She glanced at the little cow's taut coat, was this slut exhibitionist? She thought.

"I'm sorry, sir, for the lieutenant general often mentions you to me, and he always calls you the finest lady, and I'm sorry for the offense." Paltrow was sorry, his arms crooked with a stack of folders, his head raised in the same arc as Astrid. She's asserting sovereignty? I'm really embarrassed, I knew George Williams, who was still a major general, sixty-nine years ago, what qualifications do you have to play with Lao Tzu? I should have stripped this stupid cow on the spot! Let's take a good look at what kind of thing this is!

"It doesn't matter." Astrid smiled and raised her hand. This matter can be discussed later, I can call a night attack. Unaware of the stormy calm of Astrid's blue eyes, the little cow walked gracefully towards the elevator, nodding her head gracefully as she went. "Would you rather rest for a while or meet the general directly?" The little cow turned his head and said.

"I'm going to report to the general right away." Hundreds of wall columns support the dome, and hundreds of large and small elevators. The elevator door closed, Paltrow entered the password, clicked to the arrival floor, she showed an insider's unfathomable smile, and replied: "Then I suggest you wash up and get dressed, Admiral Tyran has always hated disheveled people, I will contact someone to prepare a military dress for you......"

Okay, pinhole camera? Forget it, don't care. The elevator falls into the tunnel, and the transparent hatch is a deep industrial layer. Astrid put a hand on Paltrow's shoulder, put it into the calf's ear and whispered, "You're playing with me?" Without waiting for her to answer, Astrid's hand slipped into Paltrow's military skirt and pinched the second proud place of the little cow through a layer of fabric. You must be particularly fond of this, saying, how often do you have pain like this, a day? A week? January? Shh......h ”

"General......" Paltrow said hoarsely. Why do you like to talk so much? "Astrid stepped on the female secretary's head, her tan hair spreading, she bent down and kneaded the towering breasts of the little cow wantonly, I didn't have enough one hand. She thought.

"The generals are in wheelchairs, and you can complain about my behavior at night by their pillows, but I advise you not to say so, because I am not only a major, but also a goddess of victory, and you, not a."