Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

After adjusting his mentality, Neptune put on that slightly naughty smile again: "I'm afraid of making mistakes if I dock and change, so please stay here."

Before she could finish her teasing words, Dake threw off his sea soul shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, and put on the brown sweater of a dock driver. .

He knew very well that although his attire was not much different from that of the older generation of British sailors, wearing it like this now would scare both British civilians and police.

After all, in this period, the combination of sea soul shirt and camouflage trousers is about equal to "Kremlin supporters".

"...What's the matter? Shouldn't I change clothes? Oh, don't worry, I'll turn my back and won't peek."

Dake, who had gradually distorted his sense of the distance between men and women, took a few seconds to realize it under the strange gaze of the ship girls. He lifted his plaid pants up his waist, put on his melon cap, turned around and sat down again, with a picture of a gentleman. look like.

"Tsk."

He smacked his lips fearfully.

Unlike Neptune who was attracted by Dake's ungentlemanly behavior and his muscular abs, Kewei was angry at Dake's attitude that he didn't care about a few beauties changing clothes around him.

Anyway, I should take a sneak peek, right?

But if you express your dissatisfaction at this time, you will definitely be ridiculed by Ajax, and Neptune will be disillusioned with yourself...I still have to maintain it

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So she deliberately exaggerated the range of movements when putting on clothes, and gave full play to her tonnage advantage, stepping on the kayak and swinging it from side to side.

At this time, Ajax seemed to have seen her intention of being comfortable, and he also took off the black silk in order to avoid chaos. By the way, he stabilized his center of gravity and stomped behind Dake's ass.

Finally, this little broken boat couldn't bear the torture of the ship girls, so it leaked.

After being dragged to the shore, he found a place with a dark side and changed his clothes again. Da Ke felt that this was probably the lady of the Royal Fleet secretly reminding him that when he arrived at the head of Britain, no matter how strong the Black Sea was, the waves of the North Strait would have to be destroyed. Coerced by the weak waves, I can't help myself.

The psychic shield does not regard the infiltration of sea water as an attack, so only Dake was soaked in the whole group. In order for him to pass the screening of the shoreline guards, Neptune had to pass a bottle of wine to Dake. Let him take two bites in his mouth, and sprinkle a little on his neckline and wet hair to add realism.

"whisky?"

Dake's alcohol addiction was almost aroused when Miami took two sips, but thinking of tonight's work, he still resisted the temptation of alcohol with his tenacious will.

"Well, it's not an expensive brand of low-quality whiskey. Scottish civilians can't drink anything good now. Ordinary dock workers may have to spend two weeks' wages in exchange for a bottle of Glen Quinch. If the foreman finds out that someone has drunk it Whiskey, you will definitely be severely 'disciplined' the next day."

Neptune finally entered the working state, and smashed out a truck from the ship's installation space: "There is a pass on it from the dock. Commander, don't show timidity or reveal your Russian accent, and try to appear as drunk as possible." Talk to them and there will be no problem."

"They won't care? This is drunk driving..." Dake raised his eyebrows

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"Usually yes...you just hand over the remaining half of the bottle and nothing will happen."

"...It's really a simple and rude method. I thought British people would feel sick when they touch the saliva of the same sex..." The strong man showed a subtle expression because of Neptune's straightforwardness.

"Don't worry, with your looks, if you join the British Army, your used aluminum pots will probably be snapped up..." Neptune also responded with a subtle expression.

"..."(.fld;)

Comrade Commander is suddenly full of worries about the style of the Scottish Revolutionary Party soldiers, because many of them are drawn from the former army.

"Well, it's better not to talk about these heavy topics, let's leave as soon as possible, and get up before noon..."

Kewei tried her best not to laugh, but soon she also yawned.

These days, in order to plan the Scottish Uprising, she only has three hours of rest a day. Even if the ship's mother can overcome her physical needs, she will still instinctively feel tired day and night.

Therefore, Da Ke didn't think that she was playing the young lady's temper and was inconsiderate of comrades, so he happily took over the driving job.

Carrying a car full of girls, Dake steered the steering wheel with one hand and stroked his fake beard with the other, and drove towards the city along the coastline.

After seeing the pass on the right side of the big car, the guard at the checkpoint relaxed his vigilance, but the routine interrogation still had to be done.

"I'll send the stevedore back to see a doctor."

Dake rolled down the window, and said the reason Neptune gave him in a low voice.

"See a doctor? Let me take a look."

The soldier, who was smothered by the smell of alcohol from Da Ke, frowned, and then lifted the back curtain of the truck with the muzzle of his gun. As expected, there were several workers who were sleeping soundly with their peaked caps and work caps covering their foreheads and noses. , the innermost one looks less than eighteen years old, and should be a female worker.

The breath in the carriage was very stuffy, and the soldiers who remembered the driver's words hurriedly lowered the curtains for fear of being infected.

"Why did you go on the road while drinking?"

"The foreman rewarded me, would you like a drink? Hiccup/

The drunkard played by Dake really made these soldiers lose more vigilance.

"Comrade One"

But what he called afterwards shocked the girls who were pretending to be sleeping in the rear compartment: "It's a bad thing!! The commander has revealed his secrets!! Prepare for plan B!"

But the ship girls who were about to roll up their sleeves to administer physical amnestics to these guards were immediately overwhelmed by the wild laughter that erupted from the guard room.

"...Hahahaha!! What did this buddy call us just now? Comrade! Hahaha!"

But these soldiers gasped as if they had heard a big joke

The inspecting soldier took the whiskey that Da Ke handed over, took a big gulp without hesitation, and then let out an even more presumptuous laugh: "Hi ha ha ha! c.m~rade~! Haha!"

He even choked him with laughter, and the soldier in charge of operating the gear lever at the back performed an impromptu Cossack dance in the Scottish style while enjoying himself. The tone of the water pipe added to the atmosphere.

"It seems that our friend has been frightened by the Soviets, and they all regard us as devils! Don't worry, the Scottish army will protect you, sir, but please don't drink so much next time and go on the road. Let go."

After saluting to Da Ke and indicating that he can pass, the soldier stood aside, looking at the truck going away, and couldn't help laughing: "Comrade, hahaha

"...did I just say something funny?"

——Dake had a dark face on the road, but the co-pilot, Hai Wangxing, looked embarrassed. No matter how hard her head was, she knew that Dake was on the verge of breaking out.

"...Because of the incomplete reform, there is no place from top to bottom in the UK to refer to each other as comrades. We are more used to calling you sir or sir...but some people have begun to use "nobility" and irreplaceability of traditional British titles. The demonization of the word gay..."

"For traditional empires, instead of demonizing, our existence itself is the devil."

Da Ke nodded calmly: "It's understandable."

"..." Neptune is not too brave at this time, she still doesn't know where Dake's Nilin is, and she is afraid that if she doesn't pay attention, she will offend this fearsome rescuer.

"I just find it a bit unbelievable. The Union of Britain has never popularized even a little bit of Bolshevik ideas from the beginning to the end, but I naively thought that the masses would support us more." Da Ke pulled off his fake beard and held the steering wheel with one hand and his own chin.

"There are people like that, but many of them are gentlemen and ladies who have some knowledge and are not very successful, or low-level workers who can no longer live.

Terrible sighed through his psychic power in the rear compartment: "The commander needs a lot of people who... belong to the big bourgeoisie and aristocratic class, but sympathize with the people who betray the class... I am ashamed to say that I have never been in the UK. I have seen even one such special existence."

"Never? No, there are so many existences that cross classes between you."

Da Ke immediately retorted: "Little bourgeois like Noana and Cunningham have also betrayed their own class. They are sympathetic to the people. Please don't underestimate yourself...I will not give up because of these small propaganda setbacks." The support and export to the British Revolution are awesome comrades."

"……thanks."

This kind of answer is very Kremlin, fearful and Neptune also heaved a sigh of relief - what are you worrying about, it's the Kremlin.

Although he caused a lot of frightening things because of his distinctive and tough bottom line and habits, but he is indeed working hard to guide Britain to a road that is much better than a constitutional monarchy in a non-intuitive way.

"This is it?" On the first gear, Dake's eyes with night vision function looked at the residential building in the working area not far away behind the oil storage tank.

Arranging residential buildings densely in this kind of place is itself an illegal act, but in order to make it easier for workers to commute to and from get off work, more 007 and related explosives laws have been amended little by little, until today, it has finally become a space only to the extent of a wall.

"Well, because most of the budget was used to buy weapons to support the Mafti Revolutionary Army... In the end, only the money for purchasing a few contact point properties..."

Neptune’s face was a bit uneasy. They used up all the small coffers they could scrape to make up enough funds. What’s more, Befa’s sister, Edinburgh, had a big change of temper recently. She lost her appetite and spirit. She always said Saying - some inexplicable words like "That's a dowry reserved for Bepha".

However, after hearing that Da Ke intends to come to the British battlefield to observe, Edinburgh's mood has barely stabilized, so that he will not turn the sugar added to Elizabeth's black tea into salt every day.

"But in the near future... there should be a sum of money on our card... The parliament seems to plan to use higher military expenses and treatment to stabilize His Majesty, eh?"

Before she finished speaking, Dake took out a heavy envelope from somewhere and threw it to Neptune. His three-dimensional face was constantly changing colors under the reflection of the street lamps, but his expression was very calm:

"Take these big yellow croakers and ask the comrades of the Scottish Revolutionary Party to go to the black market to exchange for some pounds. You need liquidity."

Big yellow croaker?

Neptune opened the seal in a sluggish way, and the flashing street light made the bright colors inside extremely dazzling, and she snapped the envelope, and closed the envelope in surprise:

"This time you come..."

Her follow-up tone was quite respectful.

"I'm not going to be there to support your work - so the money has to 'come from the Jagged Bank,' you understand?"

"Yes~ I understand very well." Neptune dragged out a long ending sound, very coquettish.

In this case, maybe we can distribute some more refined bread to the revolutionary young workers who are guarding the factories and ports, and we can also get some processed beef to make broth...

Neptune cheered up quickly, even the eyes that looked at Dake were shining golden.

On weekdays, she often uses the form of relief to contact and establish contact with the substantive child laborers in the port area. Her cooking skills are superb, and she can make cheap rough bread very delicious. With good ingredients, she may be able to "impress "Those more core members of the work area joined the extensive intelligence network

In this extremely cold winter in Scotland, the charcoal fire sent by the Soviets will burn vigorously in the snow.

427 I beg you, let's spend some capital!This is so feudal!

Dreadful slept in until 11am the next day.

But Dake didn't sleep all day. He stood by the window near the petrochemical plant with his notebook in his hand, writing and drawing all night, not knowing what he was doing.

"Good morning... Ha... No, it should be good afternoon..."

In the dreadful haze, the little chin rested on Dake's shoulder, like an overly close friend of the opposite sex, boldly leaning on Dake's broad back

Although she has never experienced that kind of thing, there is always a breath of love between her and Da Ke, very youthful.

"What are you writing?"

"In calculating from which direction to blast the oil tanks to save the most residential areas, and how much damage will be caused if the oil spreads-"

"???"

Terrible almost stabbed his pointed chin into Dake's shoulder as a nail.

"Why do you want to calculate such a dangerous thing?? What are you going to do??"

"We also have to be prepared for the temporary contact point to be discovered by MI[-], and it will be too late to plan the escape route by then."

Da Ke's pen pointed to the nearest oil tank: "Think about how to use the environmental advantage to attract and get rid of pursuers, this is what I'm doing now.

"...I think if we've been exposed, it's good to go out openly. MI[-] has nothing to do with us."

The terrifying direction of thinking is unexpectedly real.

"No, in that case, even if it doesn't threaten our safety, the workers who have come into contact with Comrade Neptune will be focused on... Give them the illusion that what is lurking here is just an insignificant station among the many contact points. when!"