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How General William was furious and fragrant in the underground command center, naturally the ship ladies on the sea didn't know. Because they are now concentrating on executing the last part of the revenge operation, letting this operation end perfectly before dawn.

"Missouri, do we have to do this? This prop is really troublesome." Fusang looked at the pile of plywood models installed on his body, and asked Missouri a little uncomfortably.

It's not that she can't support the weight of this plywood, but that the model is too troublesome to wear.

"Of course it is necessary. If you want to pretend, you must pretend to be a little bit. Otherwise, the commander will be the one who is in trouble! Fusang, do you think you are afraid of trouble and put the Commander in a difficult situation? Okay, the installation is complete!" Missouri clapped her hands while putting the last plywood model on Fusang's body.

"But are these models you put on really useful? Why do I always think they will see them?" Fusang looked at the plywood model Missouri put on him with suspicion, and asked her.

"Of course, otherwise, why toss these models? It is to fit the theme image of Fusang, you Surigao's Avengers!" Missouri said to Fusang with a smile.

"I'm afraid it's more than this, right? Otherwise, you don't need to toss people so much." Fusang asked Missouri calmly.

"Binggo!"

Missouri snapped his fingers.

She explained to Fusang: "You know, Fusang, our main targets of revenge this time are Eagle Sauce and Neon, so I specifically asked you to get Surigao's dead soul out. Think about it, if you are an old Ni Hong’s first fully self-built battleship attacked Yingjiang’s Seventh Fleet. What would Yingjiang think? What would it do?"

Reminiscent of the current situation of Neon, Fusang naturally understood the purpose of Missouri. She shook her head helplessly and said to Missouri: "You are secretaries...especially female secretaries, your heart is dirty!"

"Hehe... Don't care if my heart is not dirty, hurry up, the opposite is almost there." Missouri patted Fusang's **** and said hehe.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Fusang exclaimed with blushing like a frightened rabbit.

"It's all from the commander, why are you ashamed?" Missouri rubbed her hands and gave Fusang a white look.

Fusang blushed and did not speak, but looked at Missouri with dissatisfaction.

"Ahem! Alright, well, Missouri, you count as sexual harassment like this! Be careful, I'll go back and tell the commander. Also, the lead ship of the Seventh Fleet has entered our scheduled sea area, and it's time to execute the plan." I couldn't bear to watch. When the kind Fusang was molested by Missouri, he coughed slightly and reminded her.

"I know, then, let's start your performance next, Fusang." Missouri avoided the model on Fusang's shoulder, patted the shoulder carefully.

"Ok."

. . . . . .

Eagle Sauce Navy Seventh Fleet Flagship Nimitz-class nuclear-powered aircraft carrier Ronald Reagan Bridge

"General, video of General William." The communications officer reported to Michael Hui.

"Come here." Michael waved his hand.

"Yes." The communications officer nodded.

Then General William's angry face appeared on the screen in front of Michael.

"Michael! I order you no matter what happens, you must catch all the perpetrators of this attack! This is a provocation to the Great Eagle Sauce Navy! I admit that their provocation was successful. But they Forget it, we are the number one navy in the world! Since we have provoked our anger, let them be burned to death by this anger! Capture them, and then I will hold a press conference in front of many reporters Convict them of their crimes and make them pay the price they deserve!" General William was indeed very angry, so much so that this long paragraph was said without a breath of breath.

Although he does not know what happened in the underground command, Michael salutes General William and promised: "As you wish, General. I will definitely bring these terrorists who dare to provoke us to justice and let them kneel on us. Repent of your crimes in front of you!"

Therefore, eagle sauce or eagle sauce, directly assign the title of a terrorist, so that no matter who is opposite, there is a legitimate reason to deal with them. In the past, as long as this excuse was given, almost all actions would be harmless.

Unfortunately, this time, they are going to miscalculate.

. . . . . .

September 20th, two o'clock in the morning

"Eagle’s Nest, Eagle’s Nest, this is Falcon II. After the search in Grid G4, no suspicious targets were found. Repeat, the search in Grid G4 was completed and no suspicious targets were found. Over."

"Eagle's Nest received the order, go to the G6 grid to search. Repeat, go to the G6 grid to search, finished."

"Falcons received it. Over."

Two F22 fighter jets that took off in an emergency from the Okinawa base drew a beautiful arc in the air, turned around and flew toward the target square.

"Olmert, what's the situation? The inexplicable cry in the middle of the night to force us to attack? What age are we going to use human eyes to search for the target?" In an F22, the pilot complained to his colleagues.

"Forget it, Cronoa~www.readwn.com~ Isn't it the worst one you have drawn as a long face black lottery? If you want me to say you are obviously a white man, why do you always have the same luck as those black men? What about black? Is it possible that you are a white man of mixed black blood?" His wingman also complained to him.

"Fart! My family has never had a history of intermarriage with black people for three generations! You are slander! Naked slander!" Cronoa retorted to him with a dark face.

"Do you think I will... Wait! What is that?" Olmert was about to continue teasing about his long-term game, but his eyes seemed to see something inadvertently.

The lead pilot, Kronoa, looked around and found nothing unusual, so he said to his wingman: "I tell you Olmert, don't think about changing the subject. If you go back, please don't ask me to go to the night cat bar. Have fun, I will definitely make you look good!"

"No! Wait! I definitely saw something on the sea just now! Cronoa, I think we should lower our altitude and take a look." Ormet suggested to his lead plane.

"Okay, okay, I have nothing to do anyway. Lower the altitude by two thousand and cruise at low speed." Cronoa shook his head helplessly, and then pulled the plane's joystick down.

The two F22s were lowered from the original altitude of 5,000 meters to 2,000 meters. At this time, the two finally realized that the situation seemed a bit wrong. About ten kilometers away from them, a black shadow standing abruptly on the sea was staying there quietly. According to common sense, there should not be this unknown object in this sea area.

"Hey! Man! We found the target! Eagle's Nest Eagle's Nest, we found the target at the junction of the G4 and G5 squares... Fuck! We were attacked! We were attacked..."

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