Azur Lane: There’s something very wrong with this commander

Outside of the Docklands, two blocks from the Stoke House.

This area is the most expensive area in terms of housing and land prices in the entire Minato area, and it is also known as the wealthy area.

Anyone who can afford to have a place here is either rich or expensive, and even the smallest villa can cost about three times more than its size in other areas.

The reason for this is that one end of the neighborhood is connected to a special port in the port area.

A special port for the use of the blue route, for the transport of the Mind Rubik's Cube, dignitaries of various countries, and visitors from ships of other countries!

From the section near the port, the house numbers range from 1 to 100, and a hundred villas make up this special and extremely long street.

Suffice it to say that the port and the street are important: Villa 1 belongs to the Harbor Principal, and Villa 2 belongs to Cleveland.

The first 10 all belong to the shipwrewn of the management of the port area, while the 11~20 are perennial idle houses for the guests of the port area, and the 21~30 belong to another group of shipwives.

In other words, the 10 villas at No. 11~20 are the safest places in the entire Minato area.

From the 31st to the 34th, it has been idle for many years, and it has been sold to the outside world since the 35th.

Let's say you live on this street, and when you see a figure or a vehicle coming in or out of room 34, it's a sign that your chance has come.

And the other two blocks that are close to this block, that is, the block where Stoker's house is located and the two blocks in between, are pure commercial blocks, high-end commercial streets!

That is to say, the most recent outsiders are also two blocks away, and they deliberately come to visit from such a distance, can it be the same thing as a person who lives in this block visits his neighbors?

However, in such a place where every inch of land is valuable, no one knew that a month ago, Room 72 had quietly changed owners.

Now, it belongs to Burton Reid, an old gentleman from the royal family.

Of course, this is only in name.

In the evening, Herman Stoke was standing nervously at the door of Villa 72.

It was winter, and it was already December, but cold sweat was still breaking out on his forehead, and his steps were rapidly pacing back and forth at the door.

Fortunately, most of the people who live in this neighborhood are busy people, and there are no big people living here now, and the neighbors in the neighborhood are naturally not there.

Otherwise, with his performance, he will be carefully noticed.

It didn't take long for his long-awaited voice to come from the side.

"Relax, Herman. If you're seen like this, everyone will come and watch, do you want a few drones floating out the window while we're talking?"

"Oh God! You're finally here!" Herman

walked to Yang Xiankang's side in three steps and two steps, grabbed him with one hand and walked towards the villa.

Belfast, on the side, calmly followed, while the javelins looked left and right, as if they were guarding against something.

Enter the villa and close the door. Yang Xiankang's relaxed expression immediately converged.

"Javelin, the job of guarding is up to you. If there is an anomaly, directly notify the reputation and counterattack.

"Yes, leave it to me, Commander, the javelins will protect you!" Herman

looked at Belfast next to him in astonishment, as if he had just noticed the maid.

But he's a smart man, and it's possible that there are other things that make him less than able to take care of them.

He took Yang Xiankang to the living room, the lights were bright, but all the windows were blocked by curtains.

There were more than a dozen people sitting around the wide suit sofa, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Xiankang.

But as if he hadn't seen it, he just frowned.

"Pull the curtains all the way in broad daylight, isn't it obvious that people will come to see them? Open the curtains in the backyard and don't make it look like you're planning a terrorist attack.

Belfast walked over and opened the curtains and windows.

The winter sea breeze penetrated the room with coolness, and Yang Xiankang looked at the people on the sofa.

There are 16 people here, of which 12 are women and only 4 are men.

Everyone moved very neatly, with their hands on their knees and their bodies sitting straight.

But this composition made Yang Xiankang frown slightly, and he looked at Belfast, who shook his head slightly.

The quality of these 16 people is obviously very high, and their eyes are as sharp as knives, and if you look closely, you can see that most of their bodies are in a semi-tense state.

"Welcome to the White Eagle, all of you of Donghuang. But before I get down to business, although I'm sure that my Belfast has accurately communicated my needs to Donghuang, I still have to make sure again. His

gaze swept over the 16 different but resolute faces, and Yang Xiankang's eyes suddenly changed and became serious:

"I took great pains to invite you from Donghuang to White Eagle to invite you to kill. If someone refuses or has an opinion, please raise it now. The

16 were silent, but Herman looked at the people from the East with a nervous expression.

He knew about Yang Xiankang's arrangement in advance, but he didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

These people mingled inside the merchant ships, and after the ships docked, they arranged for some inconsequential stowaways to leave, and then let them be taken out in the merchandise.

When the host is not at home in the evening, they get out of the merchandise and leave according to the map that the host has left in the house beforehand.

The villa was provided to Yang by several other families, but until his plan was completed, the ownership of the villa was temporarily in Mr. Burton's name.

Herman had hired a Donghuang construction company and built a three-story underground facility, which is the current villa.

And just as Yang Xiankang said, he specially spent so much time and thought, and asked for such a group of people from Donghuang and Zhenhai for only one purpose: to kill people!

Two minutes passed, Yang Xiankang reset the timer on his hand and smiled slightly.

"Since you don't have anything to say, let's get down to business.

As soon as the words fell, Belfast, who returned to Yang Xiankang's side, handed him a document bag.

Yang Xiankang took the document bag, opened the bag and put it on the coffee table.

The men took the materials into their hands on their own, and then there was silence as they flipped through the papers.

Herman leaned into Yang's ear and asked in a low voice

, "Yang, are you sure this will be fine? You know, if the WBI knows..."

Yang Xiankang replied with a smile:

"There won't be any problems." As long as we don't take action against the president or party politicians, WBI is not a problem.

Herman asked cautiously, and Yang replied unscrupulously.

The other eyes looked at each other, and then the woman sitting in the main seat raised her hand.

This is a woman with short lean hair, and her demeanor and temperament are almost the same as those of the male soldier next to her, except that her sexual characteristics are quite spectacular, so that people will not mistake her for a man.

"Speak. "

Hello Mr. Yang, my name is Sun Tong. In this case, I will be the liaison.

"Hello, Miss Sun. Is there something wrong with the information?"

Yang Xiankang responded with a very polite smile, and he gave great respect to these people who were invited from Donghuang to kill people by smuggling.

This is more or less due to the fact that he himself was born in Donghuang, although it is not the same world at all, but he has a higher opinion of Donghuang from the beginning.

Moreover, he has always believed in the ability of Donghuang's soldiers.

"Very detailed and informative. I've noticed that the people on these profiles have different occupations and identities, so for personal reasons

, I want to ask if I can know why I killed them?" Yang Xiankang looked at Sun Tong playfully and asked

, "Miss Sun should understand the meaning of unconditional obedience to orders, right?"

"Yes, so if you don't want to tell me, I won't continue to ask."

Smiling, Yang Xiankang replied:

"The reason is very simple, because they want to kill me.

Under the gaze of everyone, Belfast took two chairs from another room and placed them here, and Yang Xiankang sat down and said unhurriedly:

"Four months ago, I was shot in the construction room of the port area. Luckily, I didn't die on the spot. But on the way to my rescue, there were quite a few people who directly or indirectly tried to attack me with the intention of killing me.

"The severity of what happened in the Minato construction room is simply equivalent to someone shooting a soldier in front of the guards at the gate of a military base.

At this point, he glanced around, and then continued:

"The result can be imagined, the commander's alternate and subsequent attackers who were directly sentenced to death on the spot and because of this were all liquidated. And then I got a grudge.

He lifted his hand and pointed to the information.

"Some of them took money, some of them just looked at me unpleasantly, maybe there were racists or something, but I wasn't interested in going through them one by one to find out why they wanted to kill me.

Leaning back, cocking Erlang's legs, Yang Xiankang raised his head.

"Although their men were dealt with, they themselves swaggered as if they were out of the way. I'm small-minded, and I can't get used to this kind of thing, not to mention that I almost died.

Yang Xiankang said in a flat tone, as if it was just something inconsequential. But these people present were a little surprised to hear it, they obviously didn't expect Yang Xiankang to do such a troublesome thing for this reason.

However, Yang Xiankang's next sentence made their hearts skip a beat.

"Besides, if you don't kill them all, how can you get other people who have ideas to take their hands back?"