Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 116 Vice Admiral
Naples Bay Area, Sixth Fleet Naval Base.

The 90s was the era when the rice fried rice empire was in full swing, and the era when the new Roman Empire was about to be built.

The entire ocean of the earth is the inner lake of the empire, and the vast Mediterranean where the city of Naples is located is only part of the jurisdiction of the sixth fleet of the empire's huge navy.

To have the opportunity to control such a powerful force is naturally a kind of honor that ordinary people can't match.

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

Because there's just too much bad news coming out today.

This hale and hearty old man with white temples, white temples, ruddy complexion, neat uniform and shoulders, was enjoying afternoon tea in his office, but a young officer who pushed the door in rudely interrupted his lunch break .

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

A Hornet crashed, also in Naples.

It is said that many innocent citizens were killed.

This is big news.

Although it is currently in a state of war with the Balkan Alliance, for the strongest rice army on earth, coming here to fight is as easy as traveling.

The plane that fell today is the first case of "battle damage" in the Mi Army since the start of the war.

No way, accidents are inevitable
General Colt could only send ground troops to the crash site for emergency investigation, and at the same time ask his subordinates to help prepare the speech for the reporter in the office:
"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 grain fried rice. He dedicated himself 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: "Lieutenant Sam is the spirit of rice noodles."

"and many more."

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

"Ah? Not dead?"

Colt frowned:

The pilot didn't die, but the citizens died a lot. When he was interviewed by reporters later, the scene might not look good.

This Lieutenant Sam brought him a piece of shit out of nowhere, really.
"Great!"

"It's a blessing in misfortune that our young man can save his life."

Colt wiped his tears in front of several subordinates with an excited face, and everyone was moved by this old general who loved soldiers like a son.

Then, in this harmonious atmosphere
Even worse news reached General Colt:

"what?"

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

"The wreckage of the fighter jets that contain the core technology of the empire, have all been eaten by that monster?"

He stared wide-eyed, as if listening to some Arabian Nights.

After confirming several times that it was not April [-], a few days later, and knowing that there were hundreds of survivors who could testify, General Colt finally reluctantly accepted this absurd fact.

Then, after calming down, Colt couldn't help thinking of something:
"A monster that is as transparent as a ghost is invisible to the naked eye, but it actually exists. Could it be..."

"The legendary 'stand power'?"

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

substitute, substitute messenger, substitute ability
He has more or less understanding of these things that ordinary people have never heard of.

In fact, as the upper class of the empire, Colt also had a lot of dealings with the Spitwagen (SPW) consortium, which was also an upper class group.

Mr. Joseph Joestar, an executive of the SPW consortium and New York real estate tycoon, also talked and laughed with him in some social occasions.

Many secret-related projects in the empire are run by private consortiums, Colt vaguely remembers
It seems that the SPW consortium has always been in charge of the research on substitute messengers and substitute abilities.

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

"Why don't you call to inquire 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 Geological Institute of Vesuvius sent a message that they have detected abnormal geological activities under the volcano, and computer simulations show that"

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

Mount Vesuvius is a well-known active volcano, the most recent eruption was in 44 years of this century.

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

"Volcano eruption?"

"Damn it. Why are things rushed together!"

General Colt's complexion was a bit bad:

Forecasting the possibility of a volcanic eruption, they must retreat to avoid danger.

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

The previous incidents of fighter planes crashing, wreckage disappearing, and monsters haunting have not been resolved, and now there is a once-in-a-century volcanic eruption
Could it be more unlucky?
General Colt thought so.
Immediately, another "impatient" young officer pushed open the door of the office:
"Lieutenant General Colt, something is wrong!"

"A bioterrorist attack has occurred in the city of Naples!"

"The spread of the 'poisonous gas' has reached three to four kilometers, and the number of casualties is immeasurable!"

"what?!!"

Colt was startled.

For most of his life, he had 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, feeling excited in his heart:
Biochemical attack!
what does this mean?
This means that the "washing powder" that the old men of Congress took out from their homes was actually hammered by terrorists who came out of nowhere!

With this account in place, the imperial army occupies an absolute position of justice.

If the casualties in the attack were heavy enough, the empire could take the opportunity to expand the scale of the war, creating a lot of opportunities for their hungry soldiers.

Although Colt is already a high-ranking vice admiral, he also wants to wear the five-star admiral's epaulets.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and finally couldn't help but patted the table:
"Too hateful!"

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

General Colt pressed his lips tightly, two lines of compassionate tears streaming down his cheeks.

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

And this time.
Even worse news came:
"Lieutenant General Colt, something is wrong!"

A fourth impetuous young man barged in.

He was so anxious that he couldn't even stand still, and opened his mouth to say a sensational news:
"A helicopter of unknown origin is forcibly approaching our base!"

"Also, I don't know if it's because of that helicopter, but the 'poisonous gas' in Naples also floated over!"

"A group of good guys who went out to patrol the barracks were poisoned in the urban area less than five kilometers away from the base!"

"What, what?"

Colt's face instantly turned green.

The fact that a group of soldiers were poisoned in the city was subconsciously ignored by him, and he was more concerned about:
"The poisonous gas is only five kilometers away from us?"

"Yes!"

The subordinate gave an accurate answer.

The Caucasian elite and Old Money's Confucian temperament in Colt disappeared in an instant:
"Then come here and ask me what to do?"

He slapped the table violently, and swear words came out of his mouth:

"Where's your fucking air defense missile?"

"Pull it out and blow it up for me!"

(End of this chapter)