Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 115: Vice Admiral


Naples Bay Area, Sixth Fleet Naval Base.

The 1990s was the era when the Orzo Empire was at its peak, and it was the era when the New Roman Empire was about to be built.

The entire earth's oceans are the inner lakes of the empire, and the vast Mediterranean Sea where the city of Naples is located is only part of the jurisdiction of the Sixth Fleet of the empire's huge navy.

Having the opportunity to control such a powerful force is naturally an honor that is unattainable for ordinary people.

However, on this day, the Commander of the Sixth Fleet, Vice Admiral Paladin Colt of the Imperial Navy, who was waiting at the Naval Headquarters in Naples, was not happy.

Because there is so much bad news today.

This hale and hearty old man with gray hair on his temples and a ruddy complexion, neatly dressed in uniform and wearing a military star on his shoulders, was enjoying afternoon tea comfortably in his office, but was rudely interrupted by a young officer who pushed in the door. His lunch break.

Just when General Colt was about to calmly educate young people not to be careless and too impatient, this subordinate told him:

A Hornet crashed and landed in Naples.

It is said that many innocent citizens were killed.

This is big news.

Although it is currently at war with the Balkan Alliance, for the most powerful American army on earth, fighting here is as easy as traveling.

The plane that fell today was the first "battle damage" suffered by the US Army since the war began.

There is no way, accidents are inevitable

General Colt could only send ground troops to the crash site for emergency investigation, while at the same time asking his subordinates in the office to help prepare a speech for reporters later:

"I and all my colleagues in the Sixth Fleet are extremely saddened by the accidental crash that occurred over Naples today."

"Lieutenant Sami is a typical representative of the spirit of rice fried rice. He dedicated his life to the just cause of spreading seed oil"

"No, Lieutenant General Colt."

The subordinate corrected: "It's not Lieutenant Sammy, it's Lieutenant Sam."

"Oh."

Colt responded casually, and then recited eloquently: "Lieutenant Sam is the spirit of orzo"

"Wait."

The subordinate corrected him again: "Lieutenant General, you didn't hear clearly just now, Lieutenant Sam is not dead."

"Huh? Not dead?"

Colt frowned:

The pilot is not dead, but a lot of citizens are dead. When he is interviewed by reporters later, the scene may not be pretty.

This Lieutenant Sam brought a lot of **** to him out of thin air, really

"Great!"

"It is truly a blessing among misfortunes that our young man could save his life."

Colt wiped tears in front of several of his subordinates with excitement on his face, making everyone deeply moved by this old general who loved his soldiers as much as his son.

Then, in this harmonious atmosphere

Even worse news reached the ears of General Colt:

"What?"

"A transparent man-eating monster once appeared at the crash site of the fighter jet?"

"The remains of fighter jets containing the core technology of the empire were all eaten by that monster?"

He stared wide-eyed, as if he was listening to some fantasy.

After repeatedly confirming that it was not April 1st a few days later, and learning that hundreds of survivors could provide testimony, General Colt finally reluctantly accepted this absurd fact.

Then, Colt calmed down and couldn't help but think of something:

"A monster that is as transparent as a ghost is invisible to the naked eye, but it actually exists. This is"

"The legendary 'standpower'?"

General Colt is not a stand-in messenger, but as a powerful person, he has enough authority and opportunity to understand the truth hidden behind the world.

Substitute, substitute messenger, substitute ability

He knew more or less about these things that ordinary people had never heard of.

In fact, as an upper-class member of the empire, Colt also had many dealings with the Spitwagen (SPW) consortium, which was also an upper-class group. Mr. Joseph Joestar, an executive of the pw consortium and New York real estate tycoon, also talked and laughed with him in some social situations.

Many confidential projects in the empire are run and led by private consortiums, Colt vaguely remembered

Regarding the research on substitute messengers and substitute abilities, it seems that the spw consortium has always been responsible.

"This kind of supernatural thing is not something our navy can solve"

"Why don't you call and ask about the situation and ask Mr. Joseph to help investigate?"

Colt thought so.

But at this moment, even worse news came:

"Lieutenant General Colt!"

"The Institute of Geology of Vesuvius sent news that they have detected abnormal geological activities under the volcano, and computer simulations show"

"In the next period of time, Mount Vesuvius is very likely to have a large-scale volcanic eruption."

Vesuvius is a famous active volcano. The last eruption was in the 44th year of this century.

Stationed under such a dangerous crater, the Imperial Navy must of course pay attention to the geological conditions of Mount Vesuvius at all times.

"Volcano erupting?"

“Damn it, everything was rushed together!”

General Colt looked a little unhappy:

Predicting the possibility of a volcanic eruption, they must retreat for safety.

But once such a huge fleet retreats and moves, it will definitely greatly interfere with the established battle plan.

The previous problems of fighter planes crashing, wreckage disappearing, and monsters appearing have not yet been resolved, and now there is a once-in-a-century volcanic eruption

Could this be worse?

This is what General Colt was thinking

Soon another "impatient" young officer pushed open the office door:

"Lieutenant General Colt, something bad has happened!"

"A bioterrorist attack occurred in Naples!"

"The spread range of 'toxic gas' has reached three to four kilometers, and the number of casualties is incalculable!"

"What?!"

Colt was startled.

In his entire life, he has never seen such a large-scale terrorist attack.

"Are you sure it was a terrorist attack?"

"Are you sure it's a biological weapon?"

Colt clenched his fists tightly and felt excited:

Biochemical attack!

What does this mean?

This means that the "washing powder" that the congressmen took out from their homes was actually hammered by terrorists who appeared out of nowhere!

With this account, the imperial army takes an absolutely righteous position.

If the casualties in the attack are heavy enough, the empire can also take the opportunity to expand the scale of the war and create a lot of opportunities for hungry soldiers like them to make meritorious deeds.

Although Colt was already a high-ranking Vice Admiral, he still wanted to wear the five-star admiral's epaulettes.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and finally couldn’t help but slap the table:

"So hateful!"

"These inhumane lunatics are simply the public enemies of all mankind!"

General Colt pursed his lips tightly, and two lines of tears of compassion flowed down his cheeks.

Everyone was affected by such a heavy atmosphere, and at the same time, they admired Mr. Lieutenant General's pure humanitarian spirit.

At this time

Here comes even worse news:

"Lieutenant General Colt, something bad has happened!"

The fourth impetuous young man broke in.

He was so anxious that he couldn't even stand still, so he opened his mouth and said a sensational news:

"A helicopter of unknown origin is approaching our base forcefully!"

"Furthermore, I don't know if it was because of the helicopter, but the 'poison gas' in Naples also drifted over!"

"A group of good guys who went out to patrol the military camp were poisoned by poison gas in an urban area less than five kilometers away from the base!"

"What?"

Colt's face instantly turned green.

He subconsciously ignored the fact that a group of soldiers were poisoned in the city. He was more concerned about:

"The poisonous gas is already only five kilometers away from us?"

"Yes!"

The subordinate gave an accurate answer.

Colt’s white elite, old money scholar-general temperament disappeared instantly:

"Then why do you come here to ask me for advice?"

He slammed the table and cursed:

"Where are your **** anti-aircraft missiles?"

"Pull it out and blow me up hard!"

Sogou


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