Chapter 15

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15. Holding a cornbread~ no oil in the dish~

"——We will answer that question."

"Huh?"

Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. On the peak of the silver ruins, three figures had appeared at some point. Their white robes flapped in the sea breeze, and they looked down from their high vantage point at the shipgirls gathered around the weapon on the ground.

"You, you are—?" Central Planning Ship No. 1, staring at the trio in white robes, was momentarily stunned and pointed at them in disbelief.

"Who are you?"

"..."

This sudden questioning immediately made the scene awkward. The three people standing atop the ruins were taken aback by this righteous questioning and almost fell off the ruins. The others also looked at Planning Ship No. 1 with a subtle expression.

Even if they weren't close comrades, they were people who definitely saw each other every night at dinner. If they couldn't recognize each other, it wasn't unfounded to say that the Soviet-class had a problem with their brains.

"Please don't equate me with my sister."

Not even willing to say four words?

Watching Ship No. 2 quickly distance herself while munching on a large piece of bread, No. 111 blinked in surprise.

"So, you idiots, having you here makes our Execution Team very troubled, do you understand? The Logistics Team handles the initial processing, but the secondary processing and detailed experiments are our responsibility. Can you at least have a little self-awareness?"

After a long pause, the leading white-golden figure, as if unable to bear it, covered her head and shook it. With her hands in her pockets, she stepped off the high platform.

The white figure, like a withered leaf, or more like a ghost, spread her white wings like a secondary wing and drifted in the air without any force. Then she gently landed on the steel plate without a sound. This ethereal demeanor made Haihu No. 1 raise an eyebrow, her face showing a hint of seriousness.

"Essex... this isn't where you should be." She took a puff of her cigarette, tapped the ash, and raised her beautiful eyebrows. The snake-like eyes hidden in her hair narrowed, and her gaze, sharp as a blade, instantly lowered the temperature around her.

"Don't be so cold and indifferent." The white figure slowly stood up from the steel plate, revealing her white-golden hair, as radiant and beautiful as the sun.

"Execution Team, Logistics Team, Combat Team—these are the categories personally divided by the Admiral. The Combat Team is responsible for defeating the Abyss, mapping the sea, and frequent high-intensity operations and clean-ups, so the Logistics Team must fully assist the Combat Team. But our Execution Team is different."

"To prevent unexpected and extreme situations, the Admiral specially assigned us three to the Execution Team. We do everything, but we do nothing. Unlike you, who are conservative and completely external, we are responsible for internal clean-ups. For example, your current behavior, Haihu, forces us to appear."

"You are too indulgent, Haihu. This behavior of knowing but not reporting, our Execution Team has the right to uncover all the secrets and related situations."

"Ah, is that so?"

Haihu glanced at the two other white-robed figures that had landed beside the white-golden woman and shrugged indifferently.

"Essex, Haiyang Lvxing, Freedom. All you do is drag the Admiral's plans back. The strength of the three organizations is stable, but if one point fails, it will be like this."

She exhaled a light smoke ring and spoke in a low voice.

"When will we complete the Admiral's mission if we keep bickering like this? Do you still have the Admiral in your hearts? Do you still have this base?"

"Oh, Haihu, you're being too harsh. We are maintaining the peace of the abandoned base in our own way. You are always confined to this small sea area, but our vision is different. We should look at more of the world and interact more."

The white hood was slowly pulled down, revealing a fashionably dressed, red-haired girl with a mischievous smile. The last white-robed figure nodded slightly at Haihu but did not remove her hood.

"Ultimately, it's because Haihu is too loyal. Although the Admiral ordered full support, the boundaries are our judgment, right?"

"Haiyang Lvxing, I don't remember the Admiral giving you such authority."

"Is that so? But I believe the inferred authority is on our side."

"You two arguing, wait a moment..."

Enterprise covered her head, waved at the two arguing figures, and signaled them to pause.

"Although we don't want to get involved in the conflict between your Logistics Team and the Execution Team, what about this? This electromagnetic railgun is supposed to be equipped to us, so can you at least explain?"

"Ahaha, it's not a big deal, just that Haihu slightly concealed the fuel consumption issue." The red-haired girl turned around with a mischievous smile, gesturing to indicate a rough range.

"...Idiots."

Haihu sighed, glanced at Haiyang Lvxing, and turned her head away, losing the desire to continue.

"How to put it, because Haihu is blindly loyal, the Admiral's orders are absolute, so she will do anything to complete them, like a robot. She mentioned the fuel consumption of the ship, but not the generator's fuel consumption."

The red eyes darted around, circled in front of Haihu, and with her hands on her hips, she looked at the grim-faced woman in a qipao with a victorious smile.

"It will take about three days to empty the current warehouse, and all basic resources in the base will be under an extreme wartime system. The Logistics Department's rest time is reduced to four hours. The Admiral's order is that the rest time should be at least eight hours. So, unfortunately, even one such weapon cannot be used."

"Because we have jurisdiction just below the Admiral." Essex, with her white-golden hair, glanced at the surrounding shipgirls and snapped her fingers.

The black electromagnetic railgun immediately became ethereal. Countless mosaic squares appeared on the weapon, intersecting. In just a blink, a black module enveloped the terrifying weapon, sealing it in a black box.

"The railgun is sealed due to energy consumption issues, as decided by the Execution Team. Do you have any objections?"

After sealing the high-tech weapon, Essex smiled at the surrounding crowd, her face gentle. In return, the other shipgirls remained silent.

"Um, I have a question, I don't know if I should ask..."

In the silence, No. 111 suddenly thought of a potentially serious issue and timidly raised her hand.

"What is it?"

"Since everyone has such detailed data, you must have done many experiments, right? So where did the fuel for the experiments come from? According to this, the Admiral should be completely unaware... that's impossible, right? Because the Admiral should know everything about the warehouse."

No. 111 quickly found an answer to her question and silently scolded herself for being foolish. How could so many experienced shipgirls not have thought of this? They must have already reported it, right?

But when No. 111 looked up, she saw several pale faces. Everyone, including the Execution Team, was drenched in cold sweat.

...Are you kidding me?!

Seeing a few cold and proud shipgirls turn and run without a word, No. 111 felt her worldview shatter once again.

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