Hughes shook the rain off her clothes and glanced out the window.

Today's weather is really terrible.

It was a rare sunny day at noon, but in the blink of an eye, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and a storm that was even more violent than in the morning swept through the area, making people wonder if there would really be a typhoon or other natural disasters.

Because of the bad weather, many admirals had to give up sending shipwives to search for the enemy, although this kind of storm was no threat to shipwives at all, at most the tide would soak their clothes, and it would be difficult to navigate.

But human beings with a little conscience will not bear to let those ship girls brave such a terrifying storm to sail on the sea, right?

After all, the appearance of that young and beautiful girl is enough to arouse the protective psychology of many people, although they are far more powerful than human beings I don't know how many times.

Not all of the Admirals had chosen to die in the face of the storm, even though there was no trace of the transport ship in the seas near Europe.

Hughes was attending a small meeting now, and to be honest, she hated attending such unofficial meetings, because she was a weirdo, at least in the eyes of other admirals or ordinary people.

What normal person would be holding a peach charm, a voodoo doll, or a cross chattering, and no matter how you look at it, bottles and jars filled with formalin, soaked in poisonous snakes and eyeballs, as well as frog specimens and skulls of unknown creatures, should not be the decoration that a normal girl's room should have.

So in the eyes of other admirals, although Hughes is a senior, she is a kind of senior who is not easy to get along with, and she doesn't know how to get along at all, and she will not be invited if she can be invited to every meeting.

And this time the gathering was not official, but the admirals gathered were enough to count, they came from all countries, all regions... The big guys and newcomers all have them.

They sat around the round table, hiding themselves in the darkness, and the only thing that could illuminate the small dark room, except for the occasional flash of thunder and lightning in the sky, was the small oil lamp in the center of the round table.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on with this gathering of behind-the-scenes villains? Are the French so poor that they can't even afford to pay for electricity? ”

Hughes silently glanced at the few people sitting around her, and then looked at the oil lamp on the table, which reminded her of the early eighteenth century, but unfortunately it is not the eighteenth century, and their core technology in the United States has long spread all over the world, and they don't even light a lamp for a meeting, what is it?

"Because of the storm, there was something wrong with the power supply at this port." An admiral who was more familiar with the port replied: "It is estimated that it will not be repaired until tomorrow." ”

"Huh? Can a small storm disable the power supply to this port? ”

"In fact, the weather can't be called a storm anymore." Another admiral corrected: "It's a typhoon, and now the Meteorological Bureau has begun to issue an evacuation notice, if it weren't for this meeting, I would have packed my bags and left here." ”

"Typhoon? I guess in this weather, I can only choose to be a salted fish, right? All of you here? ”

Hughes's ridicule of 'I'm not targeting you, I'm saying everyone here is a salted fish' didn't make anyone feel unhappy, because Hughes herself, including herself, could only choose to be a salted fish in the face of this bad weather.

These bigwigs were full of confidence and led their own shipwives at the beginning, vowing not to chase the transport ship and never stop until they saved the Mercy, but in the face of nature, they all chose to compromise, and the power of nature perfectly persuaded these admirals to retreat, which is simply stronger than the ability of the dean and vice president to persuade them to retire when they were fighting in the first class.

It is very normal for an admiral with a lot of experience to stand the test of persuasion, after all, in the life of an admiral, it is normal to have to give up a long-prepared battle for various reasons.

But if it was in the battle with the deep sea, the ship's mother was persuaded to return because of the big break, but this time because of the weather's persuasion, but many admirals couldn't accept it.

This is not the first time they have faced bad weather that has led to a situation where they cannot attack.

It's today's weather... It's just so weird.

It stands to reason that the weather above the sea, no matter how changeable, would not change so drastically, and what had been a cloudless sunny day a few hours ago had now turned into a storm that had to be evacuated.

"Sure enough... Is there something holding us back? ”

One of the admirals made the bold guess.

"My Hayes also said that the weather was unusual this time, and it was not due to natural causes."

"Do you want to say that this typhoon was deliberately set off by those deep seas in order to stop our pursuit? Even if the deep sea of the level of Suhime does have the ability to change the weather on a large scale, but the scope of this typhoon is the entire French coast, and such a large-scale weather change is not something that any living creature can do, right? ”

The convener of this meeting expressed some disbelief... But the Admirals in the room felt the same way.

This kind of feeling of being deliberately stopped by someone.

This time the storm was a warning, a warning not to go any closer to that transport.

Otherwise, if they are caught in the storm, what horror awaits them, and everything is still unknown.

"Impossible?" Hughes doesn't think so: "It's just that you can't believe it!" There are many things that are impossible in your mind, but shipwives are not necessarily impossible, and their potential is much more than that. ”

Hughes saw it with her own eyes, and saw it with her own eyes, above the Atlantic, Bismarck unfurled his ship's outfit, and the whole world was plunged into gray.

"The deep sea as I know it now has this power... Or is it the ship's mother? "The Admiral asked.

When this question was asked, several admirals fell into a state of silence and thought, they were all the oldest people sitting here, witnessing the birth of the title ship mother.

"In short, now that the Mercy has been captured by those deep seas, it is a fact that the Mercy has been taken away by those deep seas, and it is necessary to find those deep sea to rescue the Mercy without the order issued by the government to kill them."

"Then I say what if, what if, the Mercy is not taken captive, but voluntarily follows the deep seas?" Hughes said suddenly.

Hughes's statement was not denied by the Admiral present, and even many Admirals thought so, because in the information, the man's name appeared, if it was him...... It's not impossible.

"If that's the case, let's get into a state of readiness, just like a few years ago, when the crusade against the deep sea was a daily day, and every night was a hunting night."

PS: It's coming to the new week! Where is the recommendation.

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