Yu-Gi-Oh's Back Spirit System

"I probably guessed that 'Z-ONE' invited me to a meeting and wanted to recruit me, right?" Yukino turned her head and looked at "Mortal", who nodded vigorously to prove her idea: "Okay, I promise."

"Is it so refreshing?"

"After all, the two most powerful guys now...have probably been tripped up by something." Yukino shrugged, trying his best to prevent himself from looking at the number on the computer: "So I can only do it. Okay, don’t look at me like this, I actually hope... I can help relieve them of their worries."

When she said the last sentence, Yukino felt a tingling feeling in her heart for some reason.

"Mortal" looked at Yukino's serious eyes in front of her. The spy lady who had no feelings at all seemed to be inspired. She bowed slightly and handed over an application form she took out from nowhere to Yukino: "Then, welcome to join 'ZONE', Ms. Queen~"

————Evil Style Ghost Wind Squid——————

In the United States, at the entrance of the Pentagon, a Navy general got on the car angrily. A heroic female soldier and another young man wearing glasses got in behind him.

This is the commander of the Pacific Fleet, Commander Marshall, who has just experienced that terrifying scene in the Pacific. Just a few days ago, he had witnessed a terrifying existence in the Pacific Ocean that was far beyond anything he had ever known.

A few days ago, Marshall was secretly ordered to lead the Third Pacific Fleet to investigate the "Kingdom of Overlords" that suddenly appeared on the sea. He hoped that at this time when governments around the world are confused about the "Kingdom of Overlords", they can use the powerful U.S. military to Hard power has the upper hand in this strange new continent.

Years of experience as a world policeman and extreme confidence in his own strength made Marshall believe that although this mission was risky, it must be within a controllable range. However, he did not expect that the fleet had just entered the sea area not far from the "Kingdom of Overlords". He met a monster called "Lord of the Underworld" and a demon who called himself "Yubel".

Due to poor communication, several destroyers launched an attack on the "Yubel". In the end, they all sank, and no officers and soldiers on the ship were spared. At the same time, the entire fleet also suffered the mental impact of the "Lord of the Underworld", and the number of personnel was directly reduced. Quite a few - most of them civilians and female soldiers whose physical fitness is worse than that of the average soldier.

Such a huge loss, coupled with the subsequent defeat of his godson Max, made the "Overlord's Kingdom" believe that they were not qualified to visit, so the thick fog covered themselves, forcing Marshall to retreat. 【￥ @~~The novel is better and updated faster]

The fleet stayed in Hawaii, which is the second closest to the "Overlord's Country" for repairs (the closest is the Pacific Rim Duel Academy). Marshall immediately returned to the Pentagon with Max, who was in a coma after the defeat, and some of his cronies. He wanted to Question the higher-ups who made such a reckless decision.

The Pentagon's answer to Marshall is very interesting: at first, no matter what Marshall said, the Pentagon said that he was wrong, and that what they encountered was a mirage and a tsunami; but until yesterday's "bad beast came" incident, After the incident happened all over the world and two cities in the United States were targeted by "bad beasts", Marshall learned from an emergency meeting at the Pentagon that the Atlantic Fleet had already been in contact with the "Duel Elves"!

At that time, when he saw the Commander of the Atlantic Navy sending stacks of information to everyone for explanation, and looking at the mighty and majestic "Fantasy Glory Dragon" printed on the information, Marshall's mentality was completely shattered.

So as soon as the meeting ended, Marshall didn't attend any follow-up meetings at all. He rushed out with his own people, got in the car and left.

In the car, Marshall slammed the car door hard, with such a violent and fiery look that the cronies around him felt frightened.

"This is a cover-up by the military!"

"Commander, I think we are the military." Only one person dared to interrupt at this time - the elegant young man wearing round glasses. He said to Marshall silently:

"You just came here and don't understand this." Marshall took a deep breath, calmed down and said to the young officer: "Commander Ackerman of the Atlantic Fleet is more of a senator than a soldier. Do you still remember him? How to explain the incident of ‘Huanhuanglong’?”

The young man was obviously someone who had participated in the secret meeting just now. He pushed up his glasses and said softly: "Because it involves 'monsters', it is of great importance. The information will be preserved and handed over to District 51 for secret research."

"Save the information...he saved a *South Dakota expletive*!" Hearing the words "save the information" Marshall couldn't help it, and even used the swear words from his hometown: "He is covering the lid! He doesn't want to admit that his fleet has been lost. He didn’t want to believe the fact that his fleet encountered a ‘monster’ and was killed!”

"Isn't it too much to say that he was just covering the lid?"

"Not at all! *South Dakota expletive*!" Marshall then roared: "Especially after the 'Fantasy Glory Dragon' was killed by the Chinese Duel King. The loss of the 'enemy' gave Ackerman reassurance, so he He used his family's influence to prohibit others from accessing relevant information in the name of "secret research" to prevent others from using it to attack him; he launched a public opinion machine to excuse himself, and even held a memorial ceremony for the officers and soldiers of the USS Converse who were swept away by the tsunami. 'The memorial ceremony... is all to cover up the shameful fact that his wrong command caused the loss of a destroyer!"

"He brazenly launched an attack on a target he didn't know about without instructions from his superiors, resulting in the loss of a newest destroyer and the sacrifice of all officers and men on the ship..." The young man pushed up his glasses and roughly understood Marshall's thoughts: "This It is indeed a huge stain... But I just want to advise Commander Ackerman to observe the cloud more. The cloud will immediately restore its shape and state and will not disappear. The same is true for the problem. "

"Actually, it's not a stain at all that he announced it. After all, it's the 'Fantasy Glory Dragon', a brand new enemy." As if he had vented enough, Marshall calmed down and said calmly: "But Ackerman refused to believe it. In all this, instead of creating a big trap that will lead the country into an unpredictable future, it is better for him to use this incident to hold more memorial services and improve his reputation in front of voters. "

"Tch, votes stained with the blood of soldiers!" At this time, the female officer who had been silent for a long time spat, with a sullen look on her face, "If he is willing to announce it, we will not be unprepared! We will bring Amon , and it is impossible to let Max go..."

"Stop talking, Jane!" Marshall stopped the female officer from complaining further. He turned to look at the young man and asked, "Amon, you saw Max in the hospital before you came here. How is he... now? "

"Not very good." Amon sighed and said, "Well, the doctor said that he didn't know how much impact his brain suffered to become like this, and he doesn't know if he can still wake up."

"I'm sorry for him, and it's also because I didn't understand you before, Amon." Marshall shook his head and said: "I always thought you were 'playing', but I didn't expect that there really are 'Duel Elves' in this world. "

"I was also surprised." Amon took out a deck of cards from his bag and gently stroked its surface.

With Amon's touch, a cute "Cloud Monster·Small Smoke Ball" appeared next to him.

"However, I was surprised that in addition to being so obedient, there are also duel elves that are so aggressive. That's all."

Then, Amon seemed not to continue the previous topic. He raised his head and asked Marshall: "Then where are we going now? Are we looking for someone from the IFD?"

"Yes, even though the old guys in Congress said vaguely not to go to the IFD, saying that it was a conspiracy of an organization called Duosha; they also hoped that the cooperation with 'ZONE' would only remain superficial, but now I I feel like no one is more professional than them now," Marshall said firmly: "Anyway, no matter how bad a partner is, it can't be worse than Ackerman, right?"

Marshall's car was getting farther and farther away from the Pentagon, which was still in chaos at this time, which seemed to symbolize the growing differences in the United States in facing the "Dueling Elves".

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