"Gan! My 24k krypton eyes are almost blinded! Who is it! Who threw the flashbang! ”

The sudden dazzling beam of light hit the absolute defense circle, and the bright light illuminated the entire control center as if it were daylight through the real-time image, and also flashed the 24k krypton gold dog eyes of a certain gentleman admiral. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Shang Rafter, who was pierced by the strong light, felt like a poi at this time, and he was drowsy and wanted to make up for sleep, but he was thrown a super-large flashbang, and he was just! The sour taste of this, just ask a certain bearded man who was killed by a Navy SEAL raid who was raided by Ah Mei.

Even Shang Rafter, who was facing away from the real-time video, felt that someone had thrown a flashbang, and the other girls who were watching the real-time video were even more uncomfortable. Like the remote island ghosts, a few of them looked at the alien shapes on the real-time video, and they were all uncomfortable and almost cried.

"It's ...... What a refreshing refreshment......"

Shang Rafter, who finally opened his eyes, unexpectedly found that the flashbang was a good thing to refresh his mind. At least he's not sleepy at all now.

-- Bridge of the USS Missouri --

Driven by the instinct to survive, Charlid Williams, who was running out, stopped in a daze. Subconsciously escaping the bridge was just a reaction driven by the human survival instinct to the alien master. After all, whether it was useful or not, the first reaction when facing the five purple pillars of light with a diameter as thick as the width of the USS Missouri and shooting towards this side with an aura of destruction must have turned around and ran.

However, after discovering that he had not been wiped out under the purple pillar of light, Charried naturally did not run. How to say that his boss didn't run calmly, but he ran away in the first place, which is a little too embarrassing.

“boss…… It turns out that you still have such a submarine hidden? This must be our real secret weapon, right? It is worthy of being a boss, and the real hole cards are pressed tightly until the critical moment. ”

Charried, who stood back behind Jerry Donaldson quietly, looked at the pale blue submarine on the surveillance screen, and immediately slapped his boss's ass. Hopefully, the sunken Jerry Donaldson will ignore his escape.

Jarvis, who had more rational thinking than emotional thinking on the side, knew that he couldn't escape, so he had been standing quietly waiting for death to come, turned his steel head slightly, and glanced at Charried with disdain with electronic eyes, "There is no such submarine in the boss's troops. ”

As Jerry Donaldson's butler, Jarvis knows very well what troops are under his boss, after all, he is responsible for managing and dispatching these things, and Jerry Donaldson has such a submarine He still doesn't know? Of course, the possibility of keeping a hand for your own boss is not ruled out.

However, Jarvis directly ruled out this possibility after analyzing Jerry Donaldson's facial expressions.

No one should be able to show a "?!" to the back hand they left behind. What is this?"

"Hole cards? No, I don't have such hole cards. ”

Jerry Donaldson glanced at Charried. I thought to myself: If I had such a hole card, I wouldn't have let Missouri launch a nuclear bomb just now.

Charilled Williams: "......"

Although the horse's ass did not hit the horse's legs, the alien controller who posed as an oolong decisively chose to shut up.

"Missouri, report if there is any module damage, and to what extent."

Jerry Donaldson was more concerned about the extent of the damage to his ship than about the submarine that suddenly popped out of the sea to block his gun. Although the purple beam that I encountered just now should have hit Missouri directly, but under the resistance of the submarine that suddenly rushed out of the sea, those beams were diverted and bounced around Missouri. But even so, Jerry Donaldson could feel a kind of suckling pig in an oven in the captain's cabin, and he didn't think the Missouri would be unscathed in such heat.

AI Missouri's cold voice immediately reported the damage to the ship: "Master, the modules of the outer armor from the D6 to G8 areas have a melting reaction, and the damage to the built-in circuit has caused the output of the No. 2 turret to be reduced to 30%, the output of the No. 7, No. 8, No. 9, No. 14, and No. 15 anti-aircraft batteries to 60%, and the power supply of the No. 9 silo is insufficient and temporarily unusable." Sections D7, D8, E2 and F5 have been extinguished due to fires in high temperatures. The damage management system is operational and is expected to be repaired within one hour and ten minutes. ”

“sh・it！”

The damage report, which greatly affected combat effectiveness, gave Jerry Donaldson's fat face a constipated expression.

But the damage is all damaged, no matter how unhappy he is, it will not help, what he has to do now is to quickly turn on the damage management, and let the damage management robots on the ship quickly give the Missouri milk a mouthful of blood to renew her life.

In this regard, Missouri has done a very good job, and the damage management system can be activated as soon as there is an injury, which is worthy of the artificial intelligence I wrote myself.

Jerry Donaldson, who was much more pleased with Missouri's performance than Charried's, immediately ordered: "Turn the rudder 30 degrees to the left, and continue firing with the rest of the weapons available while doing damage control operations." ”

"Understood."

As the sound of Missouri disappeared from the bridge, the massive hull of the USS Missouri began to adjust its course, and the moment the aft turret No. 3 was exposed, the intact No. 1 turret and the still working missile silos on the hull opened fire.

At a rate of 1,000 rounds per minute, armor-piercing shells wrapped in blue plasma staged a metal storm, and conventional Tomahawk cruise missiles mixed with special missiles flew into the sky like monkeys (a kind of firecrackers played by children).

However, if it is a performance, it is a performance, and if it is a monkey, it is a monkey. In the face of the absolute defense circle, such an attack can only be the power of a show and a loud artillery battle.

"Master don't cry, stand up and."

Anyway, Icarus, who was touching his master's head expressionlessly and comforting a certain gentleman admiral like a child, didn't even bother to pay attention to these attacks.

Because of Icarus's sudden touching of his head and his face was capitalized, Shang Rafter heard the angel girl's words of comfort, rolled his dead fish eyes and asked, "Now, Icarus-chan, I'm just a normal reaction of the tear ducts being stimulated by a bright light, not crying." By the way, who taught you that just now? ”

Icarus looked expressionlessly at Lori from the remote island, who was wiping tears with her black lace sleeves.

"yes, I see. When this is over, I'll talk to you about it. ”

Island-dwelling ghost: "Meow meow?!" ”

However, when Shang Rafter said this, he turned his gaze to the real-time video, and he was immediately confused again...... (To be continued.) )