Chapter 58 This Is a Military Trick!
"I roughly guessed that 'Z-ONE' invited me to a meeting. They want to recruit me, right?" Yukino turned her head and looked at the "mortal", who nodded vigorously to prove her idea: "Okay, I agree."
"So straightforward?"
"After all, the two most powerful guys now... are probably tripped up by something." Yukino shrugged, trying her best not to look at the number on the computer: "So I have to come. Don't look at me like this, I actually hope... to help them share some of their worries."
When she said the last sentence, Yukino felt a sharp pain in her heart for some reason.
"Mortal" looked at Xue Nai's serious eyes, and the originally emotionless spy lady seemed to be encouraged. She bowed slightly and handed Xue Nai an application form that she didn't know where she came from: "Then, welcome to join 'ZONE', Ms. Queen~"
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In front of the Pentagon in the United States, a naval general got on the car angrily, and a heroic female soldier and another young man wearing glasses followed him and sat on it.
This is the commander of the Pacific Fleet, Commander Marshall, who just experienced the shocking scene in the Pacific. A few days ago, he saw a terrifying existence in the Pacific that far exceeded everything he had ever known.
A few days ago, Marshall was ordered to lead the Pacific Third Fleet to investigate the "overlord's country" that suddenly appeared on the sea, hoping that when governments around the world were confused about the "overlord's country", they could use the strong hard power of the US military to gain the upper hand in this strange new continent.
Marshall believed that this mission was within control despite the risks, due to his years of experience as a world policeman and his extreme confidence in his own strength. However, he did not expect that the fleet had just entered the waters not far from the "Overlord's Kingdom" when it encountered a monster called "The Lord of the Underworld" and a demon who called himself "Yubel".
Because of poor communication, several destroyers attacked "Yubel", and finally they all sank, and all the officers and soldiers on the ship were killed; at the same time, the entire fleet was also mentally shocked by the "Lord of the Underworld", and there were many direct casualties - most of them were civilian staff and female soldiers whose physical fitness was worse than that of ordinary soldiers.
Such a huge loss, coupled with the defeat of the godson Max later, made the "Overlord's Kingdom" believe that they were not qualified to visit, so the thick fog covered them, forcing Marshall to retreat. 【￥ x-on:~~ Novels are better and updated faster】
The fleet stayed in Hawaii, the second closest to the "King's Kingdom", for repairs (the closest is the Pacific Rim Duel Academy). Marshall immediately took Max, who was in a coma after the defeat, and some of his confidants back to the Pentagon. He wanted to question the upper echelons who made such a reckless decision.
The Pentagon's reply to Marshall was very interesting: At first, no matter what Marshall said, the Pentagon said that he was wrong, and what they encountered was a mirage and a tsunami; but until yesterday, the "bad beast" incident occurred all over the world and two cities in the United States became the target of the "bad beast". Marshall learned from the emergency meeting of the Pentagon that the Atlantic Fleet had already come into contact with the "Duel Spirit"!
At that time, watching the Atlantic Navy Commander handing out stacks of information to everyone for explanation, and looking at the majestic "Phantom Dragon" printed on the information, Marshall's mentality was completely blown up.
So as soon as the meeting was over, Marshall did not attend any follow-up meetings at all. He rushed out with his people and got in the car and left.
In the car, Marshall hammered the car door hard, and his violent look made the confidants around him feel terrible.
"This is a military trick!"
"Commander, I think we are the military." At this time, only one person dared to interrupt-the young man with round-framed glasses and gentle manners. He silently said to Marshall:
"You just came and don't understand these." Marshall took a deep breath, calmed down and said to the young officer: "Ackerman, the commander of the Atlantic Fleet, is more like a senator than a soldier. Do you remember how he explained the incident of the "Phantom Dragon"? "
The young man was obviously also a person who participated in the secret meeting just now. He pushed his glasses and said softly: "Because it involves the "monster", the data is saved and handed over to Area 51 for secret research."
"Save the data... He saves a *South Dakota swear*!" Hearing the word "save the data", Marshall couldn't help it, even Zhi Biao started to use his hometown swear words: "He is just covering up! He doesn't want to admit that his fleet lost! He refuses to believe the fact that his fleet encountered a 'monster' and was killed!"
"Isn't it a bit too much to say that he is just covering up?"
"Not at all! *South Dakota swear words*!" Marshall continued to roar: "Especially after the 'Phantom Dragon' was killed by the Chinese Duel King. Losing the 'enemy' gave Ackerman peace of mind, so he used the influence of his family to prohibit others from accessing relevant information in the name of 'secret research' to prevent others from using it to attack him; he mobilized the propaganda machine to exonerate himself, and even held a memorial ceremony for the 'Converse destroyer officers and soldiers swept away by the tsunami'... All to cover up the shameful fact that his wrong command caused the loss of a destroyer in vain!"
"Without the order from the superiors, they launched an attack on an unknown target, resulting in the loss of a new destroyer and the sacrifice of all the officers and soldiers on the ship..." The young man pushed his glasses and roughly understood Marshall's thoughts: "This is indeed a huge stain... But I just want to advise Commander Ackerman to observe the clouds more. The clouds will immediately restore their shape and state and will not disappear. The same is true for the problem."
"In fact, it is not a stain at all if he announces it. After all, it is the 'Phantom Dragon', a brand new enemy." As if he had vented enough, Marshall calmed down and said calmly: "But Ackerman refused to believe all this. For him, instead of making a big mess and letting the whole country enter an unpredictable future, it is better to use this incident to hold more memorial services and give a high evaluation in front of voters."
"Tsk, a ballot stained with the blood of soldiers!" At this time, the female soldier who had been silent on the side The officer spat, looking angry, "If he is willing to announce it, we will not be unprepared! We will take Amon with us, and we will not let Max go..."
"Stop it, 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. How is he now?"
"Not very good." Amon sighed and said, "Alas, the doctor said that his brain has been hit so hard that it has become like this. I don't know if he can wake up."
"I am sorry for him, and 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 is a "Duel Spirit" in this world."
"I was surprised too." Amon took a deck out of his bag and gently stroked its surface.
As Amon stroked it, a cute "Cloud Monster·Little Smoke Ball" appeared beside him.
"However, I was surprised that in addition to such obedient duel elves, there are also such aggressive ones, that's all."
Afterwards, Amon seemed not to intend to continue the previous topic. He looked up and asked Marshall: "Where are we going now? Looking for IFD people?"
"Yes, although the old guys in Congress vaguely said not to look for IFD, saying that it was a conspiracy of an organization called Duo something; they also hope that the cooperation with 'ZONE' will only stay on the surface, but I now think that no one is more professional than them." Marshall said firmly: "Anyway, now, no matter how bad the partner is, it can't be worse than Ackerman, right?"
Marshall's car is getting farther and farther away from the Pentagon, which is still in chaos at this time. This seems to symbolize the growing differences in the United States in the face of the "Duel Elves".
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