Admiral, Hello

"Admiral, hello (

After observing the USS Missouri Battleship Museum for two days, New Jersey decided to pass the thing that was thrown away on the small boat from above to the outer kelp to see what was going on.

At three o'clock in the morning, the small boat appeared on the sea side of the USS Missouri Battleship Museum on time.

"What the **** are they doing? What are the rectangular crates? Why are the discarded things still used for armed security?" New Jersey stood on a bank where no one would pay attention, watching the plainclothes security personnel use it. The crane on the Missouri put the crates on the boat and said puzzledly.

"Forget it, no matter what's in it, I'll follow up and see." She shook her head, put all the conjectures in her mind aside, and put on a swimsuit and sneaked into the sea quietly. The loading is completed behind the small boat heading for the open sea.

. . . I am the dividing line of tracking. . .

Alice is the daughter of a small fast food restaurant owner. Faced with the special situation that has spread to the world, their supermarket has naturally been affected.

Originally, it was difficult enough to do business due to special circumstances, but in order to prevent it, everyone was allowed to stay at home instead of having dinner parties outside.

Isn't this cutting off their family's wealth?

So Alice and the children who are also the descendants of the owners of various restaurants and supermarkets played their favorite self-owned dishes to give them the rights --- marching in protest!

It’s the one that doesn’t wear a mask. . .

Didn’t the Grand Commander say it anyway? This is a cold-like illness, and it only targets middle-aged and elderly people. Didn't you see that the leader will be fine in two days?

So after exercising their ‘rights’ on the street, they found a few non-white shops for a pleasant zero-dollar shopping activity, and then everyone screamed like birds and beasts.

Alice naturally did the same, but when she said goodbye to her friends and walked home, she lost consciousness when she was dark.

When she woke up again, she found herself **** on the operating table, a person who looked like "Doctor Frankenstein" from Frankenstein was holding a tube of pale black injection in his hand, ready to give her an injection .

She struggled desperately, but it was useless in front of tranquilizers.

Immediately after she was in a coma, she felt a pain that could tear herself in half. She was awakened by the pain from the sedative effect, and then stared at the'Frankenstein Doctor'. He sighed and shook his head, and covered himself with a white cloth after sending out Bian Que three consecutive times.

Then she was put into a crate, then nailed and sealed and she did not know where to be transported.

The "Doctor Frankenstein" who performed the operation actually didn't know that she was not dead, and she didn't know why. She knew everything they did to her, but she couldn't act, couldn't speak, just like a vegetable with eyes open and unable to move.

I don’t know how long it took, she felt that her crate seemed to be lifted up, and then fell heavily, and then the nailed lid was pulled apart by external force, followed by a blonde with camouflage on her face. The female appeared in front of her with murderous intent.

. . . . . .

New Jersey never expected that she could meet her old opponent in the world of the ship girl in this world.

It's not the guys like Fortress Ji, but the real deep-sea ship girl with a terrifying number. Although the number of these deep-sea ship maidens under their attack and the selling teammates from the deep-sea ghosts is not as large as when the deep-sea war first began, no matter what, this is still the deep-sea ship maiden!

Why is there a deep-sea ship girl in this world? Why are the corpses of these deep-sea warship women who have failed to be transported here and abandoned? How long have they been experimenting here? How many corpses of the deep-sea ship mothers are there on the seabed?

For an instant, countless questions flashed in her mind. She looked at the plainclothes security guard lying down on her feet with a cold face and asked: "Say! What the **** is going on?!"

She followed the boat for half an hour, and then took advantage of them to spurt out of the water quickly and subdued the only two plainclothes security personnel on the boat.

Just when she was about to ask questions, Jian Niang's nature made her aware of something wrong.

She'smelt' the smell of her old rivals, and she also'smelt' the faint deep-sea atmosphere emanating from this small boat.

So New Jersey casually opened the top crate and watched the limbs removed and replaced with a female corpse with no signs of life in metal machinery. Her face suddenly became ugly.

"You...Whose are you from? Victoria? Gaul? Usas? Or inflammation?" The plainclothes security guard, who was quickly knocked to the ground and sweating, did not answer New Jersey's question, but guessed her. identity of.

"I'm just a passing centaur photographer, and I happened to see you doing sneaky activities. What are you doing? Why are there so many unconverted deep-sea ship women?" New Jersey said nonsense. The identity seen in the novel ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ then stared at the plainclothes security guard and asked.

But neither of them answered her question. Instead, after looking at each other, one of them said to the other: "Warning to the doctor that the laboratory in Hawaii is no longer available. Let them change location!"

"understand!"

Then the man who ordered it bounced off the deck and rammed into New Jersey, while the other man struggled to run towards the console, trying to touch the red alarm above.

Of course, New Jersey won't let them succeed. Two bullets accurately found a home on the two heads.

Seeing the two falling heavily on the deck, New Jersey frowned and said, "Even if you die, you have to keep a secret? Huh! I really can't help it?"

She looked at the dozen or so man-made deep-sea ship maidens that had failed to transform, and thought about finding a C4 from her ship's installation space. After setting the time, she jumped into the sea and turned towards the direction she came.

Only Alice looked at the flashing red light on C4, regretting why she had to go out to parade all right. Isn't it okay to be at home obediently? . .

. . . . . .

New Jersey galloped all the way to the sea side of the Missouri battleship. After taking out a few pictures of the Missouri with her mobile phone, her expression changed!

"Sorry, sister, I think if you change to you, you won't be willing to let people experiment with an artificial deep-sea ship **** your predecessor, right? I'll take a picture of you, and you will have it when we meet in the future. A thought. After this time, your predecessor will no longer be what it is now!"

She sincerely bowed to the Missouri in front of her three times, and then pressed the detonator of the C4 on the boat!

"boom!"

Except for the early morning of December 7, 1941, the quiet early morning of Pearl Harbor was once again broken by the sound of explosions!