Chapter 11

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11. I just don't like Japanese or American ships, what are you going to do about it?

"Enterprise, it's you again, you little brat..."

With a dull thud, the warehouse door, which looked full of rust, was forcefully pushed open from the inside, slamming in front of everyone.

Facing the open door, Enterprise's expression immediately stiffened, and she subconsciously swallowed a lump in her throat.

"Haihu, it's not your shift today, right?"

"Just came to work a bit, what's the big deal?"

"More like you guys."

The woman in the shadows stepped forward, her high heels clicking on the concrete floor. The crisp sound instantly made the expressions of the several combat ships behind her stiffen, and cold sweat trickled down their faces.

"What do you want? A rebellion? If you want to change equipment, you should obediently wait in line for your number. That's not your style, right? Well, what can I do? American ships have always been so arrogant and domineering. I'll be magnanimous and forgive you this time, little brat."

The tall woman who emerged from the shadows took a drag from her smoking pipe, exhaled a puff of smoke, and squinted her eyes, sizing up the other ships in front of her. She deliberately stood in front of Enterprise, using her height advantage to cast a shadow over her, looking down at her from above.

The black and yellow qipao accentuated the dangerous curves of her body. The golden tiger head embroidered with gold thread on her eye patch seemed to come to life, as if glaring at all the ships in front of her. The dark factory behind her, with its occasional red glimmers in the darkness, exuded a dark boss-like aura, making all the ships feel a few inches shorter, and they instinctively took a step back.

"Looks like you guys are quite a crowd. You just let Enterprise bash the door without stopping her? Huh~" Leaning against the door, the woman called Haihu scanned the ships in front of the warehouse, emitting a lazy hum from her nose.

A seductive and beautiful smile appeared on her face, her pitch-black eyes narrowing into a dangerous arc like a snake.

"If you knock on the door for no reason again, I'll drag you to the 'factory' to become fuel for the admiral... I mean it."

It was as if the air had frozen, and everyone instinctively shivered, nodding frantically.

"Sister, who is this ship... She seems very powerful..."

No. 111 timidly poked No. 110's waist, asking nervously.

"Chinese ship Haihu, she's the admiral's hungry tiger." No. 110 whispered to her sister, "The admiral is very easy to talk to, but Haihu, who manages the main logistics, is the real boss behind the scenes. The one who truly holds the power of life and death in the base... What is she doing here in the factory?"

"I'm not here for nothing, No. 110."

"Eek!"

Glancing at No. 110, who had been startled by being called out, Haihu tapped her lips and chuckled, her black eyes narrowing even more.

"I've already completed the design for the admiral's ridiculous 540mm naval gun, and it's now in the inspection phase. And didn't you say there's a new recruit? Where is she? I want to take a good look."

"New, new recruit? Ah! Right, there is a new recruit!"

Enterprise, drenched in sweat, laughed nervously at the tall woman in the qipao, as if she had found a lifeline, and looked behind her. The other ships also instinctively dispersed, leaving No. 111 standing there, confused.

"Eh? Me?"

Seeing the sudden focus of attention, No. 111 looked around at the ships with pitying faces, pointing at herself, unsure of what to do.

Facing the gaze of the one-eyed Chinese-style woman, No. 111 felt a chill in her heart. Like a frog being stared at by a venomous snake, she instinctively shivered and forced a smile.

"Is that so?"

"You're the new recruit built by the admiral?"

Haihu looked up and down at No. 111, who was dressed in a formal twelve-layered kimono and holding a flowered paper umbrella, with a forced smile. The tall woman sighed imperceptibly, her delicate hand with a black veil flicked the smoking pipe, and her eyes dimmed slightly.

"Hasn't the admiral given up on his grand construction dream yet?"

"Well, that... hahaha..."

"I knew it, no need to explain."

Reaching out to stop No. 110, who was laughing nervously and trying to say something, Haihu, leaning against the warehouse door, sighed deeply. Her overwhelming aura also subsided a bit.

"Even without resources, he still wants to turn things around, a gambler's mentality. Always dreaming of 'Yamato' and 'Musashi', what's so great about Japanese ships? They should have sunk to the bottom of the sea long ago, just like American ships, which are equally disgusting. Even as teammates, I feel uncomfortable. Why not build other ships?"

"Um..."

No. 111 laughed awkwardly, raising her hand and speaking softly.

"I'm a Japanese ship too, sister, and so is my sister. It's quite troubling to hear you say that..."

"I know, I've said the same to your sister. I've also said it to Montana and Enterprise. Do you think you're an exception, little girl?"

"Actually, I find all ships except Soviet ships unpleasant to look at."

Taking a drag from her smoking pipe, she exhaled a gray cloud of smoke. The tall woman made no effort to hide her disgust, scanning the other ships, who were shivering with cold.

"The former world powers, the former evil axis, now my teammates? What a terrible joke. Is this a punishment from heaven? To have a good admiral but be given so many foolish teammates, I can't bear to see you for even a second. But since it's the admiral's order, I have to follow it."

"The new recruit is a Japanese ship, right? Remember, I don't like you, I don't like any Japanese ships. If I hate the domineering attitude of American ships, then I despise Japanese ships. I've seen and heard everything from back then, and I will never forget it."

"You'd better not fall into my hands. If you want to be decommissioned, let me know in advance, and I'll personally dismember you into pieces. That would make me very happy."

Glancing coldly at the huddled, trembling ships, Haihu sighed and turned to walk into the warehouse.

"Follow me, since you're combat ships. Disobeying orders is not good."

This is truly a dilemma of loyalty and righteousness...

With a sigh, the tall figure gradually disappeared into the shadows.

"..."

The remaining ships looked at each other, pushing and shoving, and finally pushed forward Enterprise, who had tears in her eyes, as the lead ship. The blonde young carrier nervously walked into the warehouse, which had become a boss's lair.

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