205. Dark War

The young admiral had been sitting in the café for almost two hours. ≤ ≤ ≤ little ≤ said,

These two hours were converted into units of time, and for the young admiral, almost a month had passed. Well, it means that he is completely in a state of living like a year now.

He wasn't the only one, but Quincy, who was sitting across from him, was staring at his desk in a cold sweat. Listening to the unbridled conversation of the group of people sitting behind him, the expression on his face became more and more stiff. I didn't even have the courage to speak or get up, so I could only stare blankly at the tabletop and not move.

Why talk about this in a café? Why talk about such a strict thing in such a non-strict place?

Even if you don't think about others, you have to think about your own safety! If you look at other places where big things are discussed, it's either a villa or a basement, and even more powerful is a cruise ship. But what are you going to do in a café wondering what this kind of thing is going to do?

People who don't understand will find it boring, but people who can understand will be stressed, okay? Take care of the blood pressure strength and nerve tolerance of the people around you! This kind of thing can't be endured by my little person, okay?

'Speaking of which,'

Behind the young admiral, a vague discussion rang out again.

'What if you run into all kinds of carrier-based aircraft?' When I was in the north, I often saw different types of carrier-based aircraft bombing, okay? ’

'Hmm~~ If you think about it, it's really a problem. Carrier-based aircraft during the Second World War were not a concern for us, but if it was a third-generation or higher model, we would have to use combat missiles or the same model. What do the predecessors of the enterprise account think? ’

'My Gnaku is full of small drones and Tempest subsystems, and there are only about twenty serious bombers and fighters each. However, in terms of technical ability, there is no major problem. And the stock of anti-aircraft missiles and combat ammunition is not bad. But Sara isn't here, there might be a problem with the supplies, and I won't use them if it's not a key target. ’

Is it up to me? Polymer vibrating knives can't cut missiles. It had a charge layer, and it wasn't a different type than a physical shell. Troublesome, do you need to pick the sensor and then cut it? ’

'Senior, do you really plan to cut missiles again?' I thought things were already the limit in the northern seas......

‘…… You're still here, huh? ’

Listening to the voices of these discussions coming from behind him, the young admiral's face became more and more bruised.

If you don't understand, you just think it's a review of some game, right? But the key is that he understands it! As the eldest young master of the Alaska Town Guard, he really understands! Just because I can understand it, I feel extremely cold, and the world doesn't feel kindness at all!

Are all the shipwives in the Pacific Ocean monsters? Is it possible for the ship's mother to resist the incoming artillery fire purely by physical means? This means of defense is already invincible, right?

How can you defeat such a monster if you can even cut through the main shells......

“…… Well? ”

But just when the young man was sweating profusely and thinking, he suddenly saw a strange shadow in the corner of his eye.

A blonde beauty in a black suit is like waiting for something. Outside the window, under the street lamp next to the intersection, stands quietly. From time to time, I raised my wrist to look at the dial above, as if I was determining the appearance of time.

"That's ...... Secretary-General Richelieu? ”

Looking at the woman with sunglasses and a stern face, the young admiral was a little surprised.

He was a very busy man, and as the Governor grew older, Secretary General Richelieu gradually took over the management and more recently took over the decision-making power.

To put it simply, it's like a doppelganger of the governor, and seeing her is no different from seeing the governor. And in a certain sense, Richelieu had even more power than the governor himself. Richelieu, who was born in the first line, can also say a few words in the army ship, which is incomparable to the governor.

If the energy of young people is 1. Then Secretary General Richelieu's energy is definitely 10,000 up. That is even his own father, the governor of Alaska, who has to keep his voice down, which is not comparable to ordinary people.

But why would such a big man wait next to a café at such a time? Shouldn't she have an itinerary?

Looking at the blonde beauty standing next to the street lamp with a calm expression, the young admiral was a little puzzled.

“…… Secretary-General Richelieu, who does it seem to be warning? ”

Quincy looked out the window at Richelieu and said with some surprise.

"How do you look like that, it's like a warning to someone."

"Huh? It's true? Are you on guard? ”

"Yes, Admiral, look over there."

Looking closely at the crowd outside the window, Quincy squinted. The finger pointed to an unobtrusive corner. In the alley, there were a few girls standing around.

Although it seemed to be unrelated, there was a strange expression on his face that was obviously out of place with the crowd around him. After Quincy pointed a finger. The young admiral quickly realized that the girls seemed to have some purpose in coming.

"In the alley over there is the bright line, and then the dark line is the girl playing with the game console next to the flower bed, and the two who are laughing at the newspaper. The one over there who was slapping the ball with an unhappy face was also a dark line. Although he pretended to have nothing to do with it, he could see it when he looked at Richelieu from time to time. This kind of thing can be seen at a glance. ”

"Really? Quincy is amazing. Dealing with the triumphant Quincy, the young admiral frowned. Take a closer look at the girls who are walking suspiciously in the streets and alleys.

Generally speaking, no one will use the ship's mother as a sneak or grab. The reason is very simple, because the appearance of the ship lady is too conspicuous. As long as you're not blind, you can basically tell the difference between a ship girl and an ordinary human.

But there are exceptions to everything, and there is indeed an organization that uses the ship's mother as a captor.

"Gendarmerie? What the hell are they doing here......"

There are no big names here, huh?

Just as the young admiral was thinking, a faint voice suddenly came from behind him.

"I think it below. I think it's for the two of you. The prototype ship Quincy, and the unknown Mr. Admiral. Because there is no reason for other people in the café to be watched. ”

"However, you also eavesdropped on the conversation of the three seniors of the enterprise, 111, and the north at the same time. As law-abiding citizens, you should be handed over to the Richelieu Secretary Ship below. But I'm also a member of the Utopian fleet, so what should I do with you? ”

Sure enough, wouldn't it be safer to kill you?

Behind the young admiral, in the pitch-black shadows, a pair of crimson pupils slowly condensed into a thin line. (To be continued......)