Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

"You're still gloating at this hour?" G6 slapped his forehead helplessly. "You're no better than Tirpitz, are you? Haven't you written enough custom articles on that subject? I've received word from a secret channel that the Admiral is heading this way with the Lexington!"

131. Sorry, I am the Discipline Committee Member

"Uh, the Admiral won't do anything to me, right?"

Dafeng rolled her eyes and said guiltily, "Last time he was discussing with me about discounts on custom-made articles. If he wanted to do something to me, how could he have waited until now?"

"That's because Tirpitz's affair hasn't been exposed!"

G6 said bitterly, "Compared to Tirpitz's notebook, your custom writing isn't much better. If the Admiral knew what you wrote, what do you think he would do? It seems like you have quite a few manuscripts in your room, right?"

After hearing this, Dafeng could no longer sit still. She stood up, picked up the computer bag beside her, and put away the laptop on the table.

Dafeng hesitated for a moment, then grabbed some more snacks and stuffed them in until the whole bag became bloated. Then she said, "I can't stay at home anymore. I want to go out and avoid the limelight."

"No!" G6 grabbed Taiho and quickly explained, "The Admiral and his men should be close to here. What if you run into them if you go out now? Can you defeat Lexington?"

"Well, it doesn't seem to work..." Dafeng said weakly.

Although they had never actually fought, perhaps because Lexington had been managing the port area as the admiral's spokesperson for many years, she always felt inexplicably guilty when facing Lexington, and had no confidence in winning.

"But luckily, I was prepared." After a brief panic, Taihou calmed down again and showed a confident smile: "Hatsuhime and Fuuka, you stay home. If the admiral asks, just say I ran away. G6, come with me."

"Huh? I understand." Hatsuhime and Fuuka nodded in confusion and watched Daiho walk out with G6.

After leaving the room, Dafeng and G6 went around to the utility room at the back of the house. G6 watched as Dafeng lifted the floorboards of the utility room, revealing a staircase extending down. He asked blankly, "When did you dig a tunnel in your house?"

Dafeng took a flashlight from the shelf nearby, lit it, and walked down with G6, not forgetting to reseal the entrance. Then he said proudly, "Of course I dared to do such a thing without preparation."

"But this isn't a tunnel, it's a basement. It's not very spacious, but it has everything you need, including a bedroom, living room, and bathroom. It also has internet and ventilation. I've also stored enough food and water for one person to last six months. We'll stay here for the next few days, and we'll leave once the admiral's anger subsides."

As she spoke, Tai Feng sighed, "It's a pity about the manuscripts in my room. I guess the Admiral won't let them go, right?"

G6 was a bit speechless and said, "Why 'we'? The Admiral is obviously looking for you, why should I be locked up in the dark room with you?"

Dafeng raised an eyebrow and looked at G6 with a grin. "Of course, it's to prevent you from leaking information. Even though you're my assistant, it's still important to be on guard just in case."

As they were talking, the two of them had already walked up the narrow stairs to the door of the basement. G6 watched Dafeng push the door. In the dim light, G6's face was hidden in the darkness, and only half of his fair and delicate chin could be seen.

She sighed softly: "So Dafeng didn't really believe me... If that's the case, then I have nothing to feel guilty about."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Dafeng opened the door, turned around and said curiously.

"Pah!" A large hand stretched out from the darkness and pinched Dafeng's cheek. Then a familiar voice rang out: "You're finally here, Dafeng. I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

"Admiral?!" Dafeng was stunned.

She looked at the man who appeared before her with a half-smile, and reluctantly turned her head to look at G6. She angrily demanded, "You betrayed me? G6, I trusted you so much! And you actually... And how did you know about this basement?"

Taihou was no fool. Seeing the Admiral appear here, combined with G6's words just now, she immediately understood what had happened.

"I'm sorry." G6 turned halfway, hiding himself in the darkness, and said softly, "Actually, I'm from the Discipline Committee."

"G6! You actually... when did it start?" Dafeng asked in disbelief, but G6 did not answer.

Just as Tai Feng was about to continue questioning, she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her cheek. She panicked and said, "Wait, wait a minute! Admiral! I confess, I tell you! I ask for leniency!"

"It's too late!" Xue Cheng pulled the corner of his mouth, pinched Dafeng's cheek with his other hand, and then began to pull violently...

……

"Anything else?" Xue Cheng sat on the computer chair, looking at Dafeng sitting in front of him and the piles of manuscript paper piled up like a mountain. He fiddled with a mobile hard drive in his hand and asked lightly.

"It's really gone." Dafeng, with slightly red and swollen cheeks, looked sad. Years of accumulation were destroyed in an instant. This feeling made her so heartbroken that she almost cried.

Although the contents of the mobile hard drive were backed up on the Internet, the manuscripts written in idle time were not scanned into the computer, and as a result, they were all caught by the admiral.

He casually picked up a stack of bound manuscript paper and flipped through it. A vein slowly appeared on Xue Cheng's forehead.

He took a deep breath, faced Dafeng's hopeful gaze, tore the manuscript into pieces bit by bit, and then threw them into the trash can.

"Woo..." Dafeng covered her mouth, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, and tried her best not to cry.

"You guys really like to use my image to write that kind of stuff."

Xue Cheng picked up another stack of manuscript paper and patted it lightly on his palm: "Although I did make some mistakes in the past, there's no need to target me like this, right?"

Dafeng stared intently at the manuscript in Xue Cheng's hand and whispered in defense, "But...the custom article and all the other articles I've written are based on the people in the naval base. If I used other people's images, would the admiral be happy?"

Xue Cheng was stunned for a moment, then rolled up the manuscript paper into a tube and gently hit Dafeng on the head. He said unhappily, "So, this is the only subject you can write about? Dafeng is a published author after all, right? What kind of books have you written before?"

Dafeng pursed her lips, pointed to a shelf next to her, and whispered, "It's all over there."

Xue Cheng threw the manuscript into Dafeng's arms, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a few books at random. When he saw them, he was immediately shocked: "Insignificant destroyer breeding method?!"

"The blond loser and the good-for-nothing admiral?!"

"The Loli Godmother's fierce little wild dog?!"

132. Expedition Leader

Holding three of Da Feng's works in his hands, Xue Cheng's lips trembled wildly: "This, this...are these the best-selling works you mentioned?!"

"Admiral!" Taihou, who had just been looking like a punched bag, seemed to be irritated. She slapped the tatami in front of her, looking humiliated: "Even if you are the admiral, you can't insult my work like this!"

"Sorry." Xue Cheng apologized insincerely, put the novel back on the bookshelf, and said, "I don't mean to look down on you, but in my impression, the name of a published work should be... um, more formal?"

"So, the admiral doesn't understand at all!" Dafeng crossed his arms, his eyes full of complacency and a strong sense of superiority of an expert looking down on a layman.

Xue Cheng narrowed his eyes, picked up another stack of manuscripts, and slammed them in his hands. "Ms. Dafeng, you seem quite arrogant, don't you? Do you need help recalling what attitude you should have when facing me?"

"Admiral, I was wrong!" For the sake of his manuscript, Dafeng decisively admitted his mistake.

"Then explain it clearly, otherwise, you know what will happen, right?" Xue Cheng shook the manuscript in his hand and said meaningfully.

"Actually, the names of published works don't necessarily have to be so formal, and I'm not an author who follows the traditional publishing route."

Dafeng moved her body, intentionally or unintentionally separating Xue Cheng from her manuscript, and then she began to explain seriously.

"My genre is actually about shipgirls and admirals, and 90% of my readers are women, many of whom are shipgirls, hence the name... well, anyway, I'm a top-notch bestselling author in this genre."

I see. So you specialize in works targeting a specific demographic of women?

Xue Cheng suddenly realized something. He thought about it and asked curiously, "Since Dafeng has already achieved such great success in publishing works, why doesn't she continue to publish works instead of writing these messy custom articles?"

Dafeng looked at Xue Cheng cautiously and whispered, "Admiral, you are not allowed to be angry about what I said, okay?"

Xue Cheng shook his head and deliberately put on a stern face to scare her: "I will be angry if you don't tell me, tell me now!"

"Okay." Dafeng organized her words and slowly explained, "Actually, the quality requirements for published works are very high, so a work often takes a long time to polish and requires a lot of inspiration. Writing is very tiring."

"When I first debuted, I was still a newcomer, and readers didn't expect much from me. But as my fame grew, the outside world's expectations of me became..."

"So you start to give up?" Xue Cheng teased.

Dafeng touched the tip of her nose sheepishly, spread her hands, and said, "Honestly, writing is just a hobby of mine. I've been at the garrison for so long, and I've earned a lot of military merit. The bonuses alone are more than I can spend. The royalties aren't very important to me, so after realizing that focusing solely on publishing my work would be exhausting, I began to think about quitting."

Xue Cheng crossed his arms and asked, "And then you started taking on custom-made writing jobs?"

Dafeng explained, "Custom articles are usually short and have clear requirements. With my abilities, as long as I follow the steps, it's easy to meet the commissioner's standards. I can improve my writing skills and make money at the same time. Why wouldn't I take it?"

As the two were talking, Lexington and G6, along with two girls with glasses and long brown hair, dressed in uniform and wearing armbands with the words "Disciplinary Committee" written on them, walked in. One of the girls with glasses shook her head at Xue Cheng and said, "Admiral, I didn't find anything here."

Another girl with glasses also said: "I didn't find anything here either. It seems that Dafeng was not lying. These in the bedroom are really all."

"Thank you for your hard work, Tianlong, Longtian." Xue Cheng said gently.

"Nothing, we've long been accustomed to a busy life anyway." Tianlong said disapprovingly: "Ever since the admiral withdrew the expedition, we've been idle for several days, and it's really a bit hard to get used to it."

Long Tian also said: "Yes, but because of this, we can resume our work as disciplinary committee members."

The Tianlong-class light cruiser is not a powerful ship girl in the game, and her portrait is relatively ordinary. However, her modified skills can increase the income of the expedition team, and she is nicknamed "Expedition Captain" and "Open All Year Round" by players.

As a member of Tuntun Rat, Xue Cheng naturally would not let go of such a tool man. He took him to fry fish, transformed him, upgraded his skills to the maximum, and stuffed him into the expedition team. Only on some special holidays would the expedition team be recalled to give these ship girls a holiday.

"What about Lexington and G6?" Xue Cheng asked.

Lexington shook his head. "I haven't found any. If Dafeng doesn't have another place to put the manuscript, it means she is actually an idiot."

"Hey! Don't call others stupid in front of them!" Dafeng glared at Lexington in dissatisfaction.

Lexington and Xue Cheng looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

From some perspectives, Dafeng was indeed foresighted. She knew that her writing of custom articles would eventually cause trouble, so she prepared a basement for shelter in advance, and even had water, electricity, internet, and food.

However, it seems a bit stupid to see that she kept those manuscripts in her bedroom without scanning or backing them up or even storing them separately.

Or perhaps... the idea of ​​building the shelter wasn't her own, but someone else's? That's why her performance was so different?

Xue Cheng touched his chin and called G6 over: "You are Dafeng's assistant. Do you know the origin of that basement? Dafeng alone can't do it, right?"

The G6-type Ichiban-chan was a ship designed by Japan using the tonnage limit of a cruiser in order to circumvent the restrictions of the terms during the naval treaty period. It was planned that while it would have the functions of an aircraft carrier, it would also retain the main guns and protection capabilities of a heavy cruiser. However, this ship was never built.

G6 in the game is mediocre, and his skills can only be maximized in a J-series team, so he can only play a role in specific situations.

G6 hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Admiral, although I am Taiho's assistant, I am only responsible for taking care of her daily life. I only discovered the basement when I caught her sneaking in to get some stored snacks."

"Even G6 couldn't get into the core of Taiho's line?"

Xue Cheng looked outside the door. G15 and G14 were peeking into the room. After a moment's thought, he said, "Tianlong and Longtian, Dafeng's affairs are now in your hands. I grant you the power to enforce the law. You must root out this Dafeng connection!"

One Hundred and Thirty-Three: The Culprit

Although the experience during this period of time made Xue Cheng feel that he, the admiral, was just a decoration, but the facts proved that his orders were still very effective when it came to serious matters.

On the morning of the second day after the order was issued, Xue Cheng, who was in the office learning how to handle official documents with Lexington, received the report.

"Tirpitz, Count Zeppelin, Moltke, Clausewitz, the Königsberg sisters, Skyhawk... Skyhawk? So it's not just you, the G-series, who are involved? And Wisconsin? And why are Iowa and Missouri's names on it too?"

Xue Cheng looked at the names on the report and rubbed his temples with a headache. "It's just a book, how come so many people are involved? Is the profit from this really that big?"

Bismarck, standing at his desk, shook his head and said, "Of course not. How much can a comic book sell for? Besides, they don't care about such a small profit. They just want to expand the circle through Tirpitz's influence and gradually bring in other people with creative aspirations. That way, there will be a constant supply of books to read."

"In fact, the bulk of the profits from the release of a work go to the authors and their agents, and the remaining money is only enough for them to buy a cup of milk tea at most."

"Just for this?" Xue Cheng recalled that when he was in school, some classmates exchanged large novels bought from street stalls.

However, at that time, they expanded their circle in order to read the most novels with the least money, and the people around Tirpitz were there to attract more people with creative ability and who were willing to continue to invest money in commissioning works.

"Admiral, this is the result of our investigation." Tianlong and Longtian also handed over a report.

"Taio, Hatsuhime... Oh, G15, what else? Let me see... Mutsu? As expected, this is... South Dakota?! And the creator? Let me see, there's also Kaga? The Soviet Union... Okay."