Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

He extinguished his cigar, with an inexplicably tragic, or success or failure atmosphere on his face.

If Da Ke was present, he would definitely find that this authentic Jew was full of Showa——

"In exchange for what?" the secretary asked slowly.

His loyalty to Gusinski has been tested-people have no chance to choose their origin, but who they meet the day after tomorrow determines their pattern. Therefore, at this most difficult moment, he will not abandon him.

"Used to exchange for our group of people to live."

Gusinski's neck gradually turned red, as if he was making a painful choice.

"I still don't have the courage to be a sinner of mankind...Sorry, Koloaska, the rest of our lives will be spent in darkness..."

"It is I who should apologize. You dug me out of Kursk, and now I have enjoyed the scenery for 20 years, but I can't let you go back to the North Union to sit on the throne... I am very sorry .” The secretary also bowed his head.

Although people who are about to die and whose words are good at speaking are dying guys, they still have a chance to live, but the end of their political life also means that they will not have any influence on Russia or even Europe. It made them even more desperate.

"Take Moscow—no, maybe Stalingrad. We need to talk to that commander about the conditions for dismantling the bomb."

When the vultures were eating up the old Soviet Union, the military sold many nuclear warheads to individuals—the dangerous items that Gusinsky got were twice his age, but they were enough as a deterrent.

"...Boss, the connection is broken..."

The face was relieved, but because of the new situation, another bodyguard with a slight twitch in the corner of his eye took over the special terminal given to them by the Jews. There was only noise in the receiver, and the screen was full of snowflakes, just like a big-headed TV that was kicked in the 90s.

"...Have you figured out what the problem is?" Gusinski suddenly raised his originally relieved heart.

"We're using pre-war satellites, physical disconnection is impossible, so..."

"...the satellite signal was jammed?"

"It's also possible, but in that case, either the satellite was shot down by the siren, or none of our communication objects exists on the recording channel."

"Is it possible that it was hacked?"

"Impossible." The bodyguard thought to himself that the pre-war satellite he had chosen was not controlled by a computer at all, it was just a simple relay station, unless the other hacker used physical means to hack the terminal in front of him—

How is that possible!

"Check the wiring again to make sure we haven't been tricked by the guys from the embassy—" Gusinski anxiously raised his cigar again.

"yes--"

But pushing open the door, the bodyguard who was about to check the wiring paused, and suddenly twitched at the door, and then collapsed on the ground like a soft rope, smashing the floor with a bang.

"Hey—how did you—"

A pair of red-colored brown pupils lit up from outside the door, empty but full of excitement, and the satisfaction above and above seemed to turn into wonderful glances, but it only brought an unparalleled sense of fear to the two people in the room.

"It's really easy for me to find... Ah, sorry, I didn't intend to kill you. After all, you are not the target of the mission."

The seemingly gentle woman uttered a mouthful of Brandenburg-style German, and slowly squatted down, looking at the bodyguard whose head was almost crushed by herself, and whose eyes were white, speaking in a very apologetic tone, she took a picture at the same time. Pat the other person on the cheek, as if pitying a puppy that has been run over by a car.

However, she flicked the bright red stain on her hand, and the victim's face was covered with bloodstains, looking terrifying like a ghost who died with death.

"Ship girl—!!"

Before Ron got up, the secretary took out his special pistol and shot at the opponent's head——

The red glowing pistol was very different from the ones used by ordinary troops. It looked like some kind of laser weapon, but when it hit Ron's forehead, it only blew up the light rice pink hair a little. , distracted her a little bit, and then the scorching beam flew up the wall, directly igniting the shelf of the six-pointed star——

"It seems to have pierced my shield... It's interesting."

Ron raised his hand and touched his forehead, his face was still gentle, but as her fingertips smeared unconsciously, the blood also left horrible finger marks on the white skin.

"But if you just penetrate the cognitive protection, you can't penetrate the armor of the heavy cruiser... What a pity... I thought it would be more interesting." She stroked her red highlight, letting It is more bright red.

The pure face was full of comfort, but what she said afterwards caused the legs and feet of the two men who had fallen into the ice cave to tremble wildly:

"You've seen me, and you didn't even commit suicide..."

That innocent and gentle expression... gradually distorted:

"It's really—unforgivable if you insist on laboring me!"

……

19 o'clock in the evening.

Befa is adding tea and coffee to the meeting place of the Xianba Conference. After all, the participants are all ship girls, so there is no need to be too frugal. Da Ke also acquiesced in Befa's slightly extravagant arrangement, so as to stabilize the relationship with the ship for several days. Girls who fought blood and fire emotions.

But every time the head maid dropped the teacup, it was about five centimeters wider than before, and the plate was placed on the table a little wider, making a less harsh crisp sound.

Even when the third table was set, her left leg was pinned to her right, and she almost tripped over the table.

With Jianniang's self-control over her body, this is incredible.

But her mistake was stopped in time, a strong hand grabbed her arm and wrapped around her armpit, allowing her to continue serving smoothly.

"...be careful."

Tirpitz's breath with the effect of the Nordic cold wind blows on Beffa's neck, making her alert.

"...It's the Queen of the North, Your Excellency. I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now, please bear with me."

Belfa straightened her maid skirt without blushing and heartbeat, and after confirming that the newly changed panniers were not bent again, she stood up gracefully, turned around and thanked the raisins who let go.

"You're welcome. It's rare to see a maid look so embarrassed, I just can't help it for a while."

However, what Tizi said was completely inconsistent with her appearance, temperament, and actions of a "gentleman".

She said dishonorable words with a cold face, making Befa uncertain whether the Queen of the North had been secretly observing her for a long time before she found this opportunity to help her personally.

It is certain that the royal family and the Sangvis will not deal with each other, but the conflict has never erupted, relying on the deterrence of Da Ke and the division of labor arrangements, and there is no chance for Tizi to rush to Beifa's face.

Today is a good time to catch it.

"... Please rest assured in the next work, I will not make mistakes, and I will not lose the commander's name."

Beifa only felt that although Tizi's expression was still indifferent today, something deep-seated was slowly brewing, which was an emotion that made her even more uncomfortable.

mercy?Satire?

Probably both.

No matter how straight the raisins stood, they couldn’t shrink the round curve. The chest facing Befa’s tit for tat moved back two steps, and then slowly lifted up: “It seems—the fragile armor designed by Gao Kanglang is still very strong. It is difficult to bear the direct hit of the battle line's main guns."

Hearing this, Beifa's breath was stagnant, and a burst of anger rushed straight to the top of her head, but soon, she thought of the counterattack line——

"However, even with heavy and comprehensive protection, it is as if it is undefended in front of a 457mm gun. Whether it is a battle line or a light cruiser, everyone is equal in this respect~"

"...That's right."

Tizi actually nodded in agreement, which caused a large group of question marks to appear on Befa's head who was about to continue to accept the move.

"But your steering gear has been damaged, right? I just contacted Akashi and asked her to look at it for you to make sure you can sail normally."

Speaking of this, Tirpitz's face thawed a little, as if he had just received a face-lifting injection, he didn't dare to laugh, but couldn't help it.

"...Ah, you, have you already contacted?? But this kind of glitch just needs natural recovery—"

Biffa felt like his heart had missed half a beat, not because of surprise or love, but pure shock.

"We're going to set off tonight, there's no room for loss."

However, Tizi immediately suppressed his facial expression and returned to seriousness: "Whether it is the secretary ship or not, you are first and foremost a soldier that I respect, so I still have to help with this small favor."

You help a stick hammer! !

If it wasn't for the fact that the self-discipline ability has reached a height unimaginable by ordinary people, Befa would have started to grow "bloody" and shorten "hell" at this moment.

The lack of special vocabulary in her brain was concentrating on her tongue, which almost made her fail:

"... Huh, that's really... grateful."

In the end, the etiquette that she had cultivated over the years still allowed her to hold back her mind and didn't directly sprinkle it on the ground.

Belfa's trembling legs were slightly turned inward, but she really wanted to pull her feet apart and kick Grape's serious face.

"I said no thanks."

Tirpitz finally turned around, stopped pressing his facial muscles, and left a sentence playfully: "By the way, although comprehensive protection is indeed useless against the caliber of naval guns outside the treaty ship, the dome armor is very effective. At least Some armor-piercing projectiles will jump out, or explode outside the key ship, which can effectively guarantee the follow-up power."

As soon as these words were said, Befa's face turned cold visibly, and her fingers pinching the teapot cracked the smooth porcelain handle.

Sodding Hans! !

Sure enough, she was still very concerned about the things that blocked her from leaving the port before!Can't you be more generous? ?

After the turret swelled twice because of the "gas rushing into the sky" and "blood pouring back", Befa suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Is this something Tirpitz would do?Is it something she would say?

"The goal is achieved~ Then Tirpitz, next time I will collect the data, please~"

When the "grape" disappeared from Befa's field of vision, her figure suddenly twisted, revealing her original shape, and stretched out her small hand to the deity leaning against the wall at the corner to "enjoy the cool"——

"I think you're taking it a little too far."

Tirpitz took the recorder handed over by the other party.

"This thing has Commander's approval, right?"

"Hmm! In order to monitor the possible matching bands~ and you are not the kind of person who pays special attention to privacy—" the observer laughed very happily.

"Just this time, since you made that British guy restrain himself, I will keep my promise."

"I will patronize you more in the future~"

"There will be no next time, just this time, when I avenge all the previous revenge."

"Hey... obviously you didn't go there with your own hands..."

"Eugen also came up with the idea—our partnership ends here, so don't try to coerce me."

The grape rapped the observer who pushed his nose on his face.

Anyway, that man is well aware of the little tricks we do all day long, as long as it doesn't go out of line, he won't care.

After thinking about it, she glanced slightly in the direction of the meeting room.

...Probably regretting why he taught the head maid in such an unreliable way, and planned to paralyze himself with work... What a man who understands.

Chapter 280 Oath of Sovereignty

"This past week we managed to get through the push, proving yet again how weak and rotten the North Alliance is."