Admiral, Hello

　　 Just as Maryland and Washington were thinking about how to turn Missouri's 34D into an A-, Richelieu had already returned to his dorm.

　　 She cleaned up the messy room as quickly as possible, and then packed up all the garbage she cleared out and threw it out the door.

　　 "Dang!"

　　 "Perfect~! Hit the bullseye!" Richelieu clapped his hands after seeing the trash that was thrown directly into the trash can.

　　 She closed the door, and then began to clean her body carefully.

　　. . . . . .

"Ouch! Damn, I won't be found, am I?" A blonde destroyer woman quietly poked her head out of the disguised trash can with a head of domestic garbage, and followed the gap carefully towards Richelieu. Look at the doorway.

　　 "Huh~~~! Fortunately, it was just an accident. I was not discovered by them." She realized that she had not been discovered by Richelieu, and she was relieved immediately.

"But, why did Chief Bismarck and Chief Zeppelin let me do this? Obviously XXX is more suitable than me! She has a good relationship with those French ships, how can I come?" The blonde destroyer mother Talk to himself.

　　 "Punch!"

　　 There was a sound of high heels stepping on the ground in the distance.

　　 "Ah! Someone is coming!" The blonde destroyer mother was shocked, and then continued to pretend to be a trash can.

　　 "Dunkirk, why don't you leave?" Strasbourg asked in a daze as his sister stood still staring at a trash can.

　　 "Bai Xuebao, I remember that Richelieu does not seem to have this trash can at the door of her dormitory, right?" Dunkirk looked at the trash can where the blonde destroyer mother was hiding, and suspiciously asked Strasbourg beside her.

　　"...Dunzi, I think you should be dim-eyed. After all, you are an old woman in 1931." Faced with his nickname, Strasbourg retorted unceremoniously.

　　 "Bullshit! If I were an old woman, you would not be much younger than me!" Dunkirk glared at his sister immediately.

　　 "Sister Dunkirk, Sister Strasbourg, don't make a noise! ​​Sister Richelieu is still waiting for us to discuss things!" The young man in the port area hurriedly stepped forward to persuade them.

　　 The two realized that there was still business to be done, so they snorted to each other before walking towards Richelieu's room. As for the trash can at the door that seems to be there or not? I didn't know where I had forgotten them.

　　 The blonde destroyer mother heard the movement outside in the trash can, her heart beating with fright.

　　 After a while, the movement outside the trash can disappeared.

　　 The blonde destroyer girl stretched her head and glanced, and found that no one was paying attention to this place, she gently pulled out of the trash can, and then quickly ran out of the French ship’s dormitory.

　　. . . . . .

　　 Richeliou tidyed herself up as quickly as possible. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and sighed as she looked at the haggard herself that had undergone emergency care but was still visible to the naked eye.

　　 "咚咚咚!"

　　 There was a knock on the door, and Richelieu knew that it was Dunkirk and the others. She stretched out her hand towards the hanger but caught it empty, only then did she remember that her clothes had been thrown into the washing machine to be washed and dried. So she took a bath towel and wrapped her bumpy body, and then opened the door.

　　 "Richelieu, is there anything you asked Dunzi to call me over?" Strasbourg didn't seem to know what Richelieu and Dunkirk had discussed earlier.

"Sister Richelieu, did you call me to come here? Oh yes! Tomorrow is the day to go to the admiral. Could it be that Sister Richelieu is going to let me go to the admiral? Okay!" asked Wuxiang, blinking his big eyes, staring at the other girl in his family.

　　 "..." Dunkirk looked at dreamy, wondering why this child was so unabashed? I don’t know that my eldest sister was in anger after being taken love by Missouri's cross knife last time? If you die like this, be careful Richelieu detains your high-speed repair fluid!

"..." A pound sign popped out from the naked eye on Richelieu's forehead, but after thinking about it, she still suppressed her anger and said to Utopian: "Utopian, calling you to come is a glorious task for you. , Because the ship's wife in the port area only has this strength for you."

　　 "Huh? Is it because I run the fastest?" Utopian asked, tilting his head cutely.

　　 Richelieu glanced outside the door, she said to the three of them: "You don't have to stand at the door, just come in and talk."

"okay."

　　. . . . . .

　　 Time flies quickly, and it will soon be night.

　　 In a room where the curtains were specifically drawn and all the lights were turned off, a candle was lit with a sound of ‘rustling’.

　　 In the faint candlelight, four or five dark shadows with invisible faces can be seen sitting around the candle.

"According to the information retrieved by the destroyers in the afternoon, the guys of the law system plan to protect Richelieu in front of Governor's Space Wormhole in the next day. Missouri made trouble like that." said a serious voice.

　　 "But, what does this have to do with us? Their French people are willing to use their protection, so they can use their protection!" another voice asked.

　　 "No, I want to give it a try! Seeing the officer early means that our department has an advantage in front of the officer!" said the first voice.

　　 "Why? Do you still want to take a fight and change your bike into a motorcycle? Beep Beep, this is an old stalk so many years ago, you don't want to play stalks here, okay?" The second voice snorted.

"I'm not a joke. What I want is to increase the proportion of our department in the hearts of the officers. After all, we are not as good as those of the American ronin on coquettishness, and we cannot compare with the Japanese lords in terms of words, views and appearances. ; Even the taste with the chief is not comparable to those romantics in the legal system. The only thing we can compare is the eternal loyalty to the chief! So in order to deepen our impression in the chief’s heart, I I feel it is necessary to learn Missouri this time." The first voice said.

"But Beep Beep Beep, study hard, but have you thought about our situation after you think about it? If everyone follows suit, then the whole port area will be messed up? If Governor Scrap Wind blames it, you and I can afford the whole Responsibility?" the second voice asked.

"The big deal, isn't it just being beaten up once! I was beaten up by those British bastards? Anyway, I was beaten at the end, and you guys go. Just one word, do it or not?" The first one The voice said something indifferently, and then asked straightforwardly.

　　 "It's done!" The surrounding shadows hesitated, then nodded in unison.