Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

"Online?? I'm not online! Don't complicate things!! It's Rousseau who contacted me! That famous middleman!! Let me go, I'm really just writing something everyone loves to read!!"

Ron and Z-24 looked at each other, and both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

It's clearly a French surname.

They weren't quite sure if France's diplomacy and sovereignty had become too branched after normalization, and they all wanted to give Sangvis some high blood pressure—or if it was some people in the country trying to draw their attention to the French.

"Mark, who doesn't even get a worker's monthly salary, can buy dangerous dissent... Alas. Is the worker's salary too low... or is the money worthless..."

Z-24 seems to have grown up overnight, or in other words, under her youthful and beautiful appearance, her heart has been made a lot older by these easy-to-pass guys.

Chewing the black and vicious tribute dark chocolate, let the cooperating human troops take people away, she began to think seriously, such a lazy Mark can buy an ignorant person as a gun head, and even if one is shot, it doesn’t matter Bullet, isn't this the backwardness and misfortune of Sangvis?

And there are tens of thousands of mouthpieces like this director

"I thought about it. Going up from the bottom might be a waste of time. Why don't you just arrest a few high-ranking officials and go back to torture them? What do you think?"

"I agree, let's start with Hohenzollern."

A red light flashed in Ron's eyes.

495 After You Sing, I'll Go on Stage

"Your Majesty?"

"Don't call me Your Majesty here, Sir Louis."

On the way back from the venue, Richelieu finally loosened his stiff facial muscles due to years of exhaustion.

Louis IX, who was following her, thought he was hallucinating because he rarely saw Richelieu smiling.

"What? Is my expression changing so obviously?"

"It is clear."

"...No harm, a smile is better than sorrow."

The archbishop didn't intend to push back:

"Maybe you can relax a little bit more in the future."

"Has the commander made many proposals in favor of France?"

"No, he used all the details of his behavior to prove that he didn't look down on us even a little bit."

Richelieu's happiness came very purely: "After confirming it with my own eyes, I am completely relieved...Louis, do you feel uncomfortable around the commander?"

"Of course not. Although he is not a perfect person, he is more sincere than all the human beings I know. It makes me feel like a spring breeze." The brief contact between Louis and Da Ke did not have time to build up much favor, but it was enough for her to feel respect for Da Ke. up

"Then are you willing to help Mr. Vicious and expand our team of liaison officers during the conference?"

"If it is your will."

"This is not an order, nor can I order my fellow citizens at will."

"...I will leave immediately, but the 'space' of the Soviet embassy...may not be able to accommodate me." Louis IX did not hesitate.

Although, as a research ship of the new generation, Louis did not inherit the excessive romance of the French, or the characteristics of two words being separated into words, she still understood the meaning of Richelieu in an instant.

It's not that she's not confident, she doesn't think Kremlin, who has tasted so much from the British, would appreciate her, not to mention that women have become his burden now...

"That's not a problem, Mr. Champagne and Mr. Vicious will take care of it."

Perhaps Your Excellency the Bishop has other hidden clues that you want me to cooperate with?Let's do what she wants first.

Louie finally nodded and turned to leave to write the application.

Obviously she didn't fully understand Richelieu's painstaking efforts...

However, Richelieu's eyes did not fall on Louis who was leaving, but instead fell back to the front door of the conference hall - Da Ke seemed to have just been stopped by Elizabeth, and introduced a well-dressed gentleman with extraordinary temperament to him.

"Comrade Cunningham, Fleet International may need your expertise.

"—with great pleasure, Comrade Kremlin, please forgive my gaffe—well, this is the first time I've been needed beyond my family background and reputation"

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Even though he couldn't see Cunningham's face, Richelieu could still guess that this man was taken down by Da Ke in the first sight - not because of anything else, but because Da Ke recognized Cunningham's ability as a soldier , without caring about his bloodline and connections behind him.

Unlike many former high-level British officials, Cunningham is still young. Although he does not reject the use of his surname for convenience, he still subconsciously hopes that only his "person" will be recognized by everyone.

"I don't know what you think of the Maftis Party?"

"A very energetic party, although I think Comrade Noah relies too much on Comrade Befa's care... On this point, I have no reason to blame him too much, after all, we all..."

"It seems we are on the same page."

Da Ke nodded: "Let's go to the embassy and discuss it in detail."

"Doesn't Bismarck need to know in advance that I'm going to visit you?"

"She already knew. And it's not a secret, because I have to ensure the loyalty of the Psionic Fleet to the people... The loyalty can not be to me personally, not to the Soviet Union, but to the people - the current candidate list , you are at the top of the list."

"I thought you would lead the team yourself."

"Guys who have to do everything by themselves tend not to live long. Recently, I have become more and more sure of this-and it's not that I won't lead troops, but my attention will be focused on comrades in the Soviet Union and Japan."

The vicissitudes in Dake's eyes once reminded Cunningham that this guy could be his great-grandfather at a real age—but in fact, the Slavic Superman hadn't passed his 28th birthday, and was half a round younger than Cunningham.

"Seize the opportunity, you must be worthy of the comrades who recommended you, I have no objection to your name being left in history, and I will offer a salary that matches the results of your labor."

"I will do my best."

The conversation seemed to be quite harmonious—even if the little queen was ignored by Da Ke on the spot, Cunningham's excited appearance seemed to have settled the matter.

The commander of the first trial psychic fleet will probably be a British...

Richelieu was a little envious—but when the coast of France was smashed, it was difficult for them to recommend a French general who had actual combat experience and was born after the Azur Lane era. There are not many such talents in the world. indivual.

Dake was about to say a few words of encouragement, but he frowned, and pressed his two fingers together on his temple, as if his right hand was a headset.

"... Excuse me, we will talk about the steps you will take to take over the fleet later... Comrade Elizabeth, you should go back and rest first, there is still a meeting tomorrow—"

"Is there anything I can do to help? Or do you want to go through the secrecy regulations?" Shabai looked a little nervous-she originally hoped to get rid of the war weariness tonight, and Da Ke personally initiated the invitation to go to the Soviet embassy to talk to Da Ke. Ke had a good talk about Marx's thought.

"It's not something that can't be said. Ron and the others just arrested the president of the Berlin Morning Post."

"Wrong? Isn't that one of the bigger newspapers?"

At this time, Shabai reached out his hand and closed the door very sensitively, and Richelieu's "fair and honest" eavesdropping came to an end.

"Filling people from Denmark and throwing them back into France... feels like a leftover from our game... ah, sorry, I don't mean to say we know this well

Elizabeth really wanted to give herself a big mouth—why did she go crazy and aphasia when she was in front of Da Ke?Sure enough, I am still too nervous to face the person I like.

"It doesn't matter...Comrade Biffa has taught me most of the tricks used by Senator 'Master' before."

And Dake was also very shameless, with an expression of "what are you pretending to be innocent", which made Isa very embarrassed.

"This descendant of the Bonaparte family is a banker... Well, although it is the type of occupation I hate, it sounds like it can be used. If the direct descendants of the dynasty, well, maybe not all the direct descendants can reintegrate into the people If the masses are satisfied with their living conditions, work and social status, it will be a good publicity material."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Before Hohenzollern makes a move, let's take him to Iron Blood for protection."

Da Ke didn't care that Cunningham Cheng was listening to his "conspiracies and tricks".

"The current situation in France is not as optimistic as we thought. Richelieu's foundation is not stable. Most of Barr's management is the army, which cannot penetrate the state-owned enterprises that reorganize compradors. Letting Hohenzollern toss around may really harm them. ...uh...can you temper your hostility towards the French a little, Comrade Isa?"

After Dake noticed Shabai's overly straightforward and unwilling eyes, he sweated silently, thinking that the love and killing relationship between you and Richelieu should continue even in the alliance. Bar?Is it really a fine tradition?

"Today it's Napoleon, but tomorrow I don't know it's Edwards. I share this information with you in the hope that you will be vigilant and beware of the enemy playing the restoration card."

"I see."

Silly Bai could only nod his head repeatedly.

Cunningham said he would never support any liar claiming to be a member of the royal family - after all, he has voluntarily given up his title and is ready for a new life.

"It is estimated that Ron will bring people back in one day at most. We still hold an intelligence lifeline of the Hohenzollern in our hands. It is a good time to do it. Comrade Isha needs your support. No matter on this principled issue Either France or the UK must stand firm."

A few words decided the fate of a large group of people, Da Ke coaxed the two distinguished guests away, and finally finished today's work.

"Your dopamine production has dropped by 4%, you are already in a state of severe fatigue, and you need to eat a lot of spicy food or find a female partner to relieve it."

A Rubik's Cube fine adjutant just showed up at this time, with planning officer Peter by his side.

"TB, I think Buffalo should really train you to be her successor—as far as you two seem to think about my concerns from my point of view, they are all in the same tune."

Da Ke let out a very dull and heavy sigh. He was satisfied with serving most of the participants today, but there is still a large number of ship girls to serve when he goes back.

Those who didn't understand thought that he, the fleet leader, had changed his job to work in the service industry.

Sometimes Da Ke can't wait to rush out of the solar system with his own hull—the universe is huge, and I want to see it.The hyperspace engine is so advanced, why don't you go to explore the deep space and make a name for yourself, instead of living on the earth as a little "ship girl logistics officer"?

"I can't understand Comrade Biffa's skills for the time being. I need to be more familiar with this body. I need to refer to the learning materials circulated on the old human network, and I need a lot of simulations." Practice is full of interest.

"...The method of changing the subject is also very similar."

After Dake finished complaining, he turned up from the sofa and looked at Peter who pinched the watch to the second: "What's the next plan?"

"You should have had dinner with Representative Sakura five and a half minutes ago...but they shouldn't care too much about the time you waste dealing with emergencies n

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Peter closed his pocket watch: "Miss Eugen has been warming up the car for a long time, maybe you have to use some means to ensure that she doesn't attack you in the car and mess up your clothes, otherwise it will leave a frivolous impression on the representative of Sakura—— "

"There is no need to suggest so detailed...thank you."

The strong man became more and more speechless.

When he pushed the door open again, he was taken aback by Veneto who was blocking the door.

"I wonder if you have time—"

"The commander already has an appointment tonight, Miss Veneto, please make an appointment at least one week in advance so that we can arrange a suitable meeting place for you."

"Wrong? Ah, yes?"

I was taken aback by Peter who suddenly stepped forward --- the height of this woman

Almost on the same side as Dake, very oppressive, and Dake’s expression is slightly "gloomy", and the confident "Red Consul" who finally picked up the gun was scared back to a confused and unconfident state :

"...Then counting from tonight...how far is the line up for those who want to have a private meeting with the commander?"

"Let me see - the most recent day is eight days away."