Admiral, Hello

Of course Yamamura would not let things go big and poke them, so why should they go big if they can make big things small? Is it because you feel uncomfortable to sit on the handmade sofa under the **** of the chief of staff? Or do you think you are getting less than hundreds of thousands of dollars in salary every year?

He laughed and said to General William: "General William, don't worry! I really don't have a clue here. Even the two Fuso-class battleships that attacked you did not know until I heard what you said. But we can check if there is no clue! As long as I can approve it, and at the same time it is the information and personnel you need, I will never have any delay."

In fact, he did not dare to delay, or in other words, the whole Neon did not dare to delay.

After World War II, Neon’s backbone has been interrupted once. Originally, they planned to learn from Germany and return to the first-class countries through the peaceful rise of finance, but unfortunately the Asian financial crisis set off on Wall Street disrupted their backbone. So in the face of the request from Yingjiang's father, and this time the matter was very serious, no neon unit or individual dared to shirk.

"Very well, first of all, I need to conduct a thorough investigation in your Neon Maritime Self-Defense Force, thoroughly filtering the personnel from top to bottom." General William raised a finger and said to Yamamura Hao.

"This is no problem." Yamamura Hao nodded.

"Second, I need you to provide me with a drill report and a certificate of exercise error at the same time, proving that the two F22 fighters were accidentally launched by the navy ship during the exercise due to your navy's mistakes. The missile was shot down. And as an apology and compensation, you will compensate you for all the expenses of the two F22 fighters." General William raised his second finger and said his request.

"Uh... General William, is the compensation for the two F22 fighters a bit..." Yamamura Hiroshi looked at William hesitantly and said.

"It's only five or six billion U.S. dollars, can it be said that the major consortia of Neon have no spare money? Everyone gathers together, and the money will be there!" General William looked at Yamamura and teased.

"This... Okay." Yamamura Hiroshi still hesitated, but when he saw General William's complexion, he nodded with a wry smile.

"Then the last one. I need the neon side to investigate who has checked the Fuso-level drawings. Perhaps we can find clues from those who have checked." General William raised his third finger and said Yamamura Hiroshi said.

"Of course, we will fully cooperate with Neon on this point." Shancun Hao responded happily.

"Very well, then we don't have any other requests." General William nodded to Yamamura Hao, got up and walked to the door and suddenly turned around and said to him: "Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Hope General Yamamura can tell you. My superiors, please trouble those right-wing forces to settle down recently, otherwise I don't mind letting them carry this culprit back!"

"No problem." Yamamura Hao nodded to General William.

General William gave a casual salute to Yamamura, and then took Michael out of his office.

After Yamamura returned the gift, he sat in a chair with a wry smile and looked at the ceiling of the office. He didn't want to agree, but is he confident in his words?

He shook his head, and after clearing up his mood, he picked up the phone and started to make calls one by one.

. . . I am the dividing line of the call. . .

"Ah! I'm finally back! Wherever the commander is there, even the air is full of sweetness!" Missouri walked out of the terminal and stretched out, staring without paying any attention to the eyes of the surrounding people. The appearance that came out showed his graceful body in the sun.

"Ahem, Missouri, it's almost time to see the admiral. The admiral must have been waiting in the hospital?" The more conservative Fusang was uncomfortable by the eyes of the beautiful women around, she stabbed Missouri in the waist. , Whispered to her.

"Hey!"

Missouri was stabbed to the soft flesh of her waist by her, and she let out a coquettish exclamation.

The eyes of the people around him suddenly became hot with a pink smell.

"Fusang what are you doing? Suddenly it's very itchy!" Missouri looked at Fusang angrily.

"Sister Fusang meant that you just came back from Missouri, shouldn't you hurry to see the admiral? The admiral's surgery has been completed, we should visit him soon!" Dafeng said to Missouri.

"I know, I know, it's not not going! Somehow let me stretch my body and relax? The joints of the body are almost stiff after the plane has been used for such a long time..." Missouri did a few more stretching exercises, and then I saw a middle-aged man walking towards her.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" She immediately changed her face and asked the middle-aged man in a distant tone.

The middle-aged man gave Missouri a surprised look when he heard Missouri questioning him in Chinese. Then he stopped and hurriedly pointed to the row of taxis behind him and explained to Missouri: "Uh... please don't get me wrong, this lady. , I’m just here to ask if you want to take a taxi? Didi or other taxis can be used. My brothers have registered on several major taxi software. Driving is definitely according to the navigation route. The price is fair and there will never be any slaughter."

Missouri thought about it for a while, because she took two F22 fighters easily~www.readwn.com~ she didn't let anyone related to the above pick her up. For the sake of confidentiality, Yu Siqing didn't even know that they were back today. I don't want to squeeze the subway with others, and the waiting time is too long if I call Yu Siqing to come, so I just take a taxi at the airport.

So she asked the middle-aged driver, "Should I go to Gulou Hospital from here? How much? Can your car fit the four of us?"

When the middle-aged driver heard that Missouri was willing to bargain, his heart suddenly became happy. You know, because of the major taxi-hailing software, very few people are willing to stop the taxi directly. Unless it is an emergency, who wants to spend more money to take a taxi?

He rubbed his hands and said to Missouri: "You can pretend, miss, you can definitely pretend. We have a four-person rental and a six-person SUV, so you can do it. How about a ticket for the price? Didi taxis are more than ninety and almost one hundred. If there is a traffic jam on the road, your money will be counted, and the traffic jam on my side will not count your money. How about?"

Missouri turned on his phone and looked at it and found that it was not much different from what the middle-aged driver said. Several taxi-hailing apps range from ninety-three to ninety-seven, which still counts as coupons.

So she nodded and said to the middle-aged driver: "Okay, that's it."

"Hey, okay, okay." The middle-aged driver happily agreed, and then led the four ship ladies to a silver SUV.

He got into the car, pointed a camera at the co-pilot and said to Missouri: "Pay first, then drive. With this dash cam record, I'm not afraid of any disputes later."

"OK, no problem."

After the three Dafeng got on the bus, Missouri took out a red ticket and handed it over.

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