Chapter 62

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62. Congratulations from the Alaskan Naval Base

Sometimes, No. 111 feels that perhaps it's not the people in the naval base who are crazy, but herself.

She feels like she might be in a nightmare from which she can never wake up. Everyone has different thoughts and desires, ultimately leading to internal struggles and deceit.

But when she entered the cafeteria, No. 111 saw those who were originally at odds chatting and laughing together, showing no signs of madness. As a member of the combat team, No. 111 could only sit in the front row with a bitter expression, staring blankly at the dried fish on her plate.

What should I do? I really want to go home. This place is really unbearable.

Especially when she saw Enterprise and No. 110 sister chatting happily, No. 111 felt a deep sense of suffocation.

This world is too hard to navigate, isn't it? I'm just a new recruit.

"Ah, you're all here."

Let me explain a bit more here.

The admiral, who entered from the back door, adjusted his naval cap and raised his eyebrows. He sat down at the head of the table without hesitation, smiling at the serious-faced shipgirls.

"Firstly, No. 111 performed very well during the first sortie. She didn't panic or show any other emotions. As a reward, I will give No. 111 a standard unit of resources. You can go to the warehouse or Sacramento to collect it when the time comes."

"Yes."

No. 111 stood up and saluted, feeling bitter inside.

Damn it, neither of those places is accessible. When will I be able to collect the resources? Besides, the resources in those places have already been taken by your subordinates!

The manufacturing plant, the underground port base, the second underground naval base, and the submarine processing plant— even with DS-1's technical support, resources can't just appear out of thin air. Apart from the main warehouse of the Guam naval base, which still has some resources, the others are probably just shells.

As for the main warehouse, it's entirely strategic resources, not to be touched. As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three dens, and one of them must remain untouched. If the main warehouse, which contains ancient relics, were to be touched, not only would the admiral be angry, but even the Sea Tiger would tear apart this blind person. In the end, there's nothing left here.

"Alright, that's settled."

The admiral, completely unaware of No. 111's bitterness, nodded and turned his gaze to the other end of the table. He pointed at No. 001, who was standing at the back, signaling her to come forward.

No. 001, who was eating seaweed and dried fish, looked around to confirm that the admiral was referring to her. She then swallowed the food with difficulty, wiped her mouth, and ran to the admiral, saluting.

"Admiral, do you have something to instruct me?"

"Yes, I do."

The admiral nodded leisurely.

"I want to talk to you about the long-range deep-sea detection device. I remember the last deep-sea reconnaissance device was made by you, right? So I'm giving you this task."

"..."

The air in the cafeteria suddenly became tense.

Whether they were chatting, eating, or idly wandering, everyone turned to look at the man on the podium with a complex expression. Then they turned their gaze to No. 001, who was sweating profusely and almost kneeling.

As a new recruit, No. 111 couldn't control herself and almost choked on the mushroom she was eating. She coughed for a long time before she could breathe again.

"The reason is this."

I might say a bit more, so bear with me.

The admiral, completely unaware of the shipgirls' strange expressions, rubbed his hands as if he were in a difficult situation, showing a rare hint of embarrassment.

"A friend from the Alaskan naval base sent me a message. It's said that due to geological changes, the ancient Hawaiian naval base, which is Pearl Harbor of the United States Fleet, has reappeared. They can't go to observe it due to recent tasks, and the fleet guarding the area is on par with the northern fleet, so they can't send a large fleet. So they came to me, who is the nearest."

"But the surrounding sea here also has a weakening mission, so we can't focus all our efforts on reconnaissance in the Hawaiian sea. However, I can't just give up on the possible equipment, technology, and resources hidden in the Hawaiian naval base. It's too tempting."

"So I thought, even though we are short on personnel, our technology should still allow it. We can conduct reconnaissance and confirm if it's a trap. And we can still get these resources."

"As the saying goes, you can't catch a wolf without risking your child. If we want something good, we have to take risks. If we can use machines to make up for it, let's use machines."

"In short, my idea is..."

The shipgirls didn't really hear what he said next.

Or rather, their brains couldn't process much more.

Even No. 111, who hadn't been involved much, felt a bolt of lightning shatter her consciousness when she heard the admiral's words.

By the time No. 111 came to, she found herself lying on a bed in the ship dormitory. On the lower bunk next to her was No. 110, who also had a confused look. At the top, a pair of golden pigtails were peeking out from the blanket.

A fluorescent light was on above the dormitory, making the ship dormitory even colder. Despite four people lying in the room, there was a sense of emptiness and loneliness. Although they should have returned to their own rooms, the shipgirls subconsciously came to this collective dormitory, hoping to find a trace of warmth.

"The admiral, he should know, right..."

No one knew who said this, but it led to three sighs in the dormitory.

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