"Frank, tomorrow you go to the Liverpool Municipal Library and find a way to get all the newspapers that have news related to the Great Song people." Johnny sat in the corner of a dimly lit bar and whispered to a white man who was sitting back to back with him.

"Also, remember to help me deal with the tails that follow me later." With that, Johnny raised his glass and drank the whiskey in the glass.

It wasn't long before Johnny started to stagger a little after he walked out of the bar, and soon he slowly slipped down to the floor in front of the window of a sample shop down the street, and judging by the indecent sitting position of his tilted head, the "Yankee" must have lost consciousness.

At this moment, two tall men flashed out of the shadows, holding ropes and sacks in their hands, and trotted towards Johnny, who was already "unconscious".

The two men stood beside Johnny and looked around, and after making sure that there was no danger, they both turned their attention to the "Yankee" sitting on the edge of the window.

The moment the two men locked their eyes on Johnny, Frank floated out of the corner like a yellow finch waiting for a praying mantis to hunt him, and he shook off the hem of his trench coat and pulled out a pistol with an extremely long barrel from under his armpit.

Chirp! After a muffled sound, the man who was looking through Johnny's pocket collapsed. The other man, who sensed that something was wrong, immediately turned to check, but he didn't expect that the man who had been sleeping on the ground just now suddenly pounced on him.

"You must be wondering why I was able to put my arm around your neck after drinking that whiskey, right?" Johnny said in a playful tone to the man who was trying to open his mouth to breathe because he was choked by the neck.

"Come on, try Uncle Johnny's aged whiskey, it's free!" As he spoke, Johnny shook out a wet silk scarf from his sleeve and stuffed it directly into the man's mouth.

"! Such a large dose!? Are they going to turn over elephants? Seeing the man who came to watch, Johnny quickly lost consciousness, and Johnny complained.

"Frank! Can't you just kill this first? That pencil fell beside me and splashed my blood! God, there's no dry cleaner here! Johnny muttered as he looked at his blood-stained sheep coat.

"Johnny, you'd better hurry, it's time for us to meet the USS Mississippi in three hours." Frank shook his watch at Johnny.

"I know I'll get to the agreed sea in time. Damn it! When will the 'director team' remove the interference from our radio equipment!? Since their radio equipment had been shielded from the beginning of the crossing in a way that the communications corps could not understand, Johnny and the others had to make contact with the Virginia-class nuclear submarine named the USS Mississippi by making an appointment in advance with the meeting place and time.

Three hours later, Johnny sailed alone in the ASDS-SEAL transport to the agreed sea. This so-called transport boat is actually a special personnel carrier similar to a submarine, which docks with the submarine through an interface located behind the submarine's control tower. In general, such a transport boat can accommodate 6 to 10 special operations personnel and the equipment they need.

With this carrier, Virginia-class attack nuclear submarines can secretly go underwater to send special operations personnel who are equipped enough to perform a range of tasks such as rescue, search, sabotage, intelligence gathering, and directing air strikes. And after completing the mission, the special operators can also use the carrier to covertly return to the submarine.

Obviously, the gang of rough embryos have been in the dome light curtain more than once through the ASDS-SEAL transport to send infiltration personnel, even when the radio communication equipment is blocked by the "director team", the Virginia-class attack nuclear submarine named Mississippi can still recover the transport ship very smoothly.

"Lads! Did you miss me? Lovely Uncle Johnny is back! Hey, don't be embarrassed, I've stuffed a lot of fruit in that transport, you guys go get the stuff down yourself, I'm going to have to talk to your Captain Abu about that damn green paint area!" Johnny, who had slipped into the submarine from the lock chamber, said to the sailors who had come to meet him.

Since the clone U.S. military left the Virginia-class nuclear submarine, the young Chinese man who called himself Abu was rightfully promoted from vice captain to captain of the USS Mississippi.

It is said that some people guessed from his dream that he had served on one of the rabbit's submarines, but the rest of the group, including his real name, is unknown. Even after it was determined that he had been exiled to another time and space, the former PLA submariner still adhered to the rules of secrecy.

"Do you have anything else to catch besides that pile of fruit?" A strong man a head taller than Johnny asked.

"Yes, at least I've figured out why the 'director's team' who was cut a thousand times only gave us charts from the Caribbean to here!" Johnny said as he pulled out the newspaper he had brought from Mr. J from his pocket.

"So the people in the 'Green Paint Zone' claim to be from the Great Song Empire?" Abu asked, scanning the newspaper Johnny had brought.

"I think that's how it should be, unless there's some other traverser on this plane besides the centaurs in the Green Paint Zone. However, this possibility should be very small, I think even if there are other traversers who are not affiliated with the green paint area, they will try their best to integrate into the green paint area, and they can't mix in this era without getting together! Johnny said.

"Looking at the text above, it seems that the conflict between the Green Paint District and the British is escalating, and this will not cause any inconvenience to your movement on land, right?" Abu asked.

"Look at what you said, as if you thought the scenes we were messing around were safe. Also, my captain, it's not the Anglos and the Green Paint Zone that have escalated, it's the Clash between us and the Brits that has escalated, and we are the Green Paint Zone!" Johnny emphasized.

"Okay, then please tell me, where should we go to the green paint area, the master of this 'director team'?" Abu continued.

"I've asked Frank to continue collecting information about the so-called 'Great Song People', but from what I know so far, the people of the Green Paint District have taken control of the Far Eastern Sea centered on Dalian Bay, where they have deployed a fleet of Missouri-class battleships." Johnny said.

"And in the waters of the South Pacific, they have at least three missile frigates. The British also described the 'Great Song Man' as having a fire-breathing tail plane, so I thought we would be better off calling the clash between the Green Paint Zone and the British. Johnny said.

"So, as long as we drift to the Far East or the South China Sea, we can get our home port?" Abu asked.

"Or Antarctica! If you look closely at this newspaper, it is incomprehensible that the British parliament had allocated a huge sum of three million pounds to pay for their Antarctic expedition at the time of the escalating conflict with the Great Song Dynasty, and that they had even sent a note to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Great Song Empire in a matter of fact, which is very puzzling, isn't it? Johnny said.

"So, the 'director team' placed the green paint area in the inaccessible Antarctic area? This is very much in line with the usual style of those grandsons! Abu said.

"I guess so, if you were stuffed to the South Pole more than a hundred years ago, you still have to desperately expand outward to get a better living environment?" Johnny said.

"Cut, even if it's the Antarctic in a hundred years, you have to rush out desperately, do you want to stay there and play penguins?" Abu said angrily.

"If we guess correctly, the travelers from the Far East, the South Pacific, and South Africa are all the same as us, they are all teleported in batches by the 'director team', and luckily for us they have at least found the organization, and we have to struggle for three meals a day." Johnny said.

"Don't look at the above-mentioned area, our people have a strong sea and air advantage over the British, but it is not difficult to see between the lines that due to the lack of troops and the excessively long front, the green paint area has shown a bit of signs of not being able to take care of the end, so that the British dare to take the Antarctic, the old nest of the green paint area, as a handle to blackmail them." Johnny continued to analyze from the newspaper reports.

It's true that you can't take care of the beginning and the end, but if you think that Antarctica is where the green paint zone is, then Johnny is really biased by the British!