Chapter 576： Not something

She is a very sleek woman, she has always done everything without leakage, how could she make such a mistake?

Tang Fang knew this well, but didn't explain it to everyone, only told them not to worry, and then patted Freya on the shoulder and told her to go to the "Valentine" with him.

When the girl heard this, she knew that she didn't have to endure those boring conversations in the meeting room, and she took his arms and rushed out of the meeting room like a gust of wind.

Come out of the conference room, take a small shuttle to the hangar, leave "Christier" and fly to the 44th Fleet assembly area on the other side of "Laxsis".

During this period, a scene of intense dialogue was being staged on the bridge of the "Shenzhen".

Pompeii Clark said: "Why don't you take the opportunity to destroy the shuttle? Once such a good opportunity is missed, one day you will regret it. Keeping that kid is a curse."

"Isn't he a scourge? You don't need to tell me." Nakamura looked at him coldly: "Do you think that smart people like him can't think of this? O'Neill used conspiracy and tricks to deal with him, and he was ruined. The Night Legion is buried by him, do it? You try it, I can guarantee that as long as you dare to open fire, the 44th Fleet will be hit head-on."

Pompeii Clark is still skeptical of the video data he has seen before: "If'Mubarak' is really lost, why does he only show us aerial images? Or in that night, how do you know that he is not deceiving us? ?"

"What's the situation of'Mubarak', it will be confirmed when the reconnaissance ship arrives at the destination, even if he is lying to us? This is your excuse for starting the war? First, he must not die, not only can we not Move him. Protect him, not only because of his position in the hearts of the people of the Star League, but also because he is the leader of the Garcia Rebels and will play a pivotal role in the next war. Second, he is the only one who lives.' "Morning Star Casting" will not disintegrate, and the biological warship technology will remain in the territory of the Star Covenant, so that it can be used by us. Third, this is the Star Covenant, not an authoritarian country, and the law does not allow us to do that."

"Major General Pompeii. Please put away your militaristic feelings." Nakamura looked into his eyes, as if he could see the fanatical soul hidden inside: "If you let people like you manage the country and the army, the Star Alliance will surely Falling into the abyss that cannot be restored."

"You can call me a stinky woman, or even call me a slut, but... if you make me aware that you will cause harm to the Star Alliance. I will kill you without hesitation."

When she said this, she changed her usual coquettish expression and became very serious and cold. Her eyes looked like a cold-eyed Odachi, and she swept over Pompeii and the few guards who had been silent behind him.

He came to the "Perseus" today and brought a lot of people, more than ever before. Many staff on the "Perseus" seemed very nervous, and even the chief engineer rushed from the power system to the bridge.

"I'm just worried that the kid will have a conflict with him."

"So much the better."

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Not long. The shuttle successfully arrived at the main assembly area of ​​the 44th Fleet and parked in the "Insian" hangar.

Mie Nakamura led a few grassroots officers to wait at the door of the hangar, and nodded slightly when he got off the plane. Without saying much, he directly led him to the combat meeting room behind the bridge.

Along the way, I met many "Essence" staff, some of them focused on Tang Fang, curious about his courage, and actually dared to bring only one girl to the "Essence". Want to know Pompeii? Clark was extremely dissatisfied with him.

Another part of the staff focused on Freya. This beautiful girl is different from ordinary girls, not because she can fly in suspension. It's the difference in temperament, which looks like a harmless kitten. However, for some veterans, they will be keenly aware of a hint of danger, which is ethereal and vague.

Pompeii Clark did not pick up the plane, but waited in the combat meeting room as ordered by Nakamura Mie. When a few people entered the door, he squinted at the young man who was half-length behind Mie Nakamura, deliberately making his face cold. Hardened, like a piece of Xuanbing radiating chill.

This is the first time two people have seen each other, and it can be seen that neither of them likes each other very much.

Freya shook his hand and asked, "Don't you like him?"

Tang Fang felt that there was no need to disguise his emotions in front of her, nodded, and said, "I don't like her."

"Oh." The little girl broke free from his arms and swung around in the air, falling on the conference table like cotton wool. Her little feet stood high on tiptoes, her white toes point on the table, and silver feet with blue rays of light flowed. The ring, like a fairy from the sky, reveals the taste of holiness and simplicity.

She grabbed Pompeii Clark’s unbelievable gaze by his collar and lifted it into the air like a chicken. She could not see any jokes in her eyes, and said seriously: "Tang Fang said he didn't like you, Tang Fang didn't Like you, Freya doesn't like you either. Did you go by yourself? Or did I throw you out?"

Everyone was stunned. Some were staring at those tender white jade feet and swallowing saliva. Some were staring at Tang Fang’s face in amazement, but more people looked at Freya with incredible gazes, and no one expected it. Without waiting for Pompeii's trouble, this harmless little woman took the first step to lift him out of the seat. With her slender hands, she lifted the 180-jin heavy "object", which seemed to be relaxed. The breathing is the same, so natural, so smooth, and even the feet on the desktop never tremble at all.

A brawny man like Pompeii Clark was carried in the air with one hand by a little girl. This shame is even worse than the run by Tang when the two armies confronted. At least Tang did it deliberately, and what the little girl did. It's more like treating him as a thing, not a person.

He is not a thing, he is a human!

"Let go of me..." Major General Pompeii roared, and touched his hand to his waist. There was his gun and a "predator" there.

He will not be kind because the other party is just a little girl, he really intends to shoot.

It's a pity that it was Freya who carried him in the air, and before the gun was pulled out, it flew up to the ceiling like a metal object attracted by a magnet, firmly attached to the surface.

Several guards behind Pompeii tried to draw guns. But without exception, they were all sucked away, stopped three feet in front of Freya's palm, and then raindrops generally fell on the ground.

Then, a bracelet with a style similar to that of the ankle on the girl's wrist suddenly shot a touch of blue silk and flicked it. The blue silk ran across the ground, including those firearms, the floor coating, and the alloy tens of centimeters thick was divided into two, leaving a long crimson trench with white smoke.

Miyi Nakamura drew a sigh of relief to the crew behind her, feeling that all this in front of her seemed to be dreaming, the original one had been clever and cute along the way. The girl who looked like a docile kitten turned into a dazzling tiger king in an instant, driving Pompeii Clark and his guards to a dead end.

There is no doubt that as long as she wants to, those people will go to see Wangye Yan in the next second.

As for Major General Pompeii... Mie Nakamura felt that if Freya used a little effort, his head might just move.

No one dared to move. No one thought that such fierce friction would happen when the two sides met, which was far more sinister than when the two armies confronted just now, and all this came from the girl who once seemed harmless to humans and animals.

Pompeii's face flushed red, which stemmed from anger, from shame, and from aggrieved.

He couldn't understand why the gun suddenly flew up into the sky. When he was stunned, Freya had already flew to the door with his neck, and then he thought of resisting. Twist her body hard and grab her hand.

At this moment, a jagged arc was bent from the arm that grabbed his collar. Bouncing up and down, reflecting the eyes of Pompeii Clark.

He didn't dare to start, it came from the fear of death in the subconscious.

In the next second, he was thrown out of the house, lying on the ground like an old dog, panting. His face turned white and red, and his pupils flickered with anger, shame, doubt, and shock.

As Freya said just now. She didn't like him, so she should have thrown him out the door. If it weren't for Tang Fang's teaching her to act lightly, most people couldn't help her tossing about it. I'm afraid Pompeii Clark is now a dead dog, not an old dog.

The conference room was silent, only the crimson gully faded slowly, indicating that time was still passing by.

Mie Nakamura wanted to say something, but couldn't find what to say. Freya was more headstrong than the kid, and had no scruples. Just because she didn't like it, she dared to fight each other.

"Okay Freya, if you continue to make trouble like this, you will tear down the meeting room."

Tang Fang pulled a chair in front of him and sat down, and said calmly.

Freya floated back to him, and there was no one sitting on his lap next to him, and said, "Fryya is very obedient, he is still alive."

In a word, everyone in the room was cold. The guards brought by Pompeii Clark could not see a trace of blood on their faces. Mie Nakamura quickly gestured to let them leave here, so as not to anger the innocent and cute fairy in the arms of the young man. .

"let's start."

Watching the guards help Major General Pompeii who was too frightened and walked towards the bridge, he straightened the little girl's body to prevent those little hands from going where they shouldn't be touched in public.

Mie Nakamura took a deep breath, calmed down, and told the guards behind her to go out and wait. She walked to the communication console across the conference table to connect with the naval headquarters in no man's land.

After a while, the holographic projection equipment at the conference table sprinkled a cloud of green light, slowly converging into a holographic portrait.

It was an old-faced but vigorous white man. He was about sixty-eighty-nine years old. He was not wearing a military uniform. He was dressed in loose plain clothes. He looked like an old man who had just gone home from the square after exercising.

He sat in a wheelchair and looked at a man and a woman across the conference table with his scrutiny eyes. Perhaps there are still people in the Strange Star League who dare to be so unpretentious in front of him.

In the Star Alliance military world, he is a well-deserved champion, and only those retired veterans who have experienced the Star Alliance defense battle 60 years ago are qualified to put on airs in front of him.

This made him a little unhappy, and felt that he had not gained the respect that a five-star general deserved.

"Are you Tang Fang?"

"Correct."

Tang Fang nodded, and whispered a few words in Freya's ear. The little girl was unwilling to jump to the ground. She sat on the chair next to her, resting her cheek with her hand, elbow on the table, and looking sideways. His eyes were focused as if they were looking at a painting.

David Conan scanned the left and right, only to see Mie Nakamura alone, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "Where are they?"

Mie Nakamura scanned Freya's face, smiled awkwardly, and said nothing.

David Conan seemed to read something from her eyes. Do not ask Pompeii and others where they are going. After all, he and Mie Nakamura had been doing dewy mandarin ducks for a period of time, and it was easy to see what she wanted to express from her eyes or expressions.

"Is that true?"

David Conan turned his attention to Tang Fang's face again.

"I know you are very surprised and more skeptical. I won't make any excuses. After the reconnaissance ship arrives at'Mubarak', it is true or false."

David Conan said: "Tell me the purpose of your request to see me."

He buried the shock in his heart, and he couldn't see the slightest movement on his face. However, he knew better than anyone how difficult it was to gnaw off the hard bone of "Mubarak". Without the input of more than 6 conventional fleets, he would not may. If the content of the image data is true, doesn't it mean that he has the power to rival the six fleets?

He learned of the existence of Behemoth from Mie Nakamura, the existence of the Ypsilon battleship, and also knew that the number of Tang Fang's biological battleships had reached more than 300, which was three times the original "Diral encounter".

He didn't expect such a thing. Terry Ferdinand, Adam Oliver and others did not expect it either.

Who would have thought that this guy would give "Mubarak" to him. The problems that the Star Alliance had not solved for so many years due to the political and military situation, he solved it with a ruthless shot... or he was on the sidelines of the Sulu Empire Completed below.

Indeed, this is a good thing, a great thing! The demise of the Hell Legion has alleviated the pressure on the navy in the no man’s land, but a new problem has arisen. What should we do about the powerfully rising "Morning Star Casting"? Still acting in accordance with the beating-based strategic policy formulated by those in the parliament? If one day push him urgently. The Hell Legion is a good example.

When he just learned about this, David Conan was in a mess in his mind, but he didn't expect the "Morning Star Casting" that he couldn't find in his heart. In a blink of an eye, a kitten turned into a prairie lion, using its claws and fangs to declare its power like the world, and any forces that intervene and provoke the "Morning Star Casting" will pay the price of blood.

This was an act of revenge, and it was also an act of murder, and it was Harrington Harris. It was the old ghosts from the Star League Council and David Conan.

Tang Fang is a smart man. It is impossible to imagine the role played by the navy in the no-man’s land attack on the “Dillard”, but he has no evidence. So only this method can be used to issue a warning.

David Conan did not report Captain Tang’s return to “Dillard” to the parliament in the first place. He planned to probe the young people’s tone in advance before making plans. In fact, even if Tang Fang did not ask to meet him, he Mie Nakamura will also be told to go to the "Christier" industrial park.

Today's Captain Tang is no longer a speculator who could only coerce the government by kidnapping public opinion, but a leader of the rebel army with strong military power.

As the old saying goes, there is no room for others to snore on the side of the couch.

"Dillard" has him, which is a threat to some extent, but on the other hand, the Star Alliance needs his presence, and there is no reason or excuse to start with "Morning Star Casting".

This is an extremely contradictory matter and a very sensitive issue.

Tang Fang is very clear about David Conan’s psychology, but this is the other party’s problem, not his own.

"Please order the 44th Fleet to leave'Dillard' immediately."

He used the word "please", and the wording was still very polite, and he was not complacent because he wiped out "Mubarak".

Mie Nakamura breathed a sigh of relief, and was not surprised by this request.

David Conan didn't answer right away, he frowned and thought for a while, and said: "I can't promise you this matter right away."

Tang Fang said: "'Dilal' is no longer guarded by the Star Alliance navy, and'Morning Star Casting' has sufficient self-protection capabilities."

David Conan said: "The request for the Navy to send troops is meant by the chairman of Venus Pharmaceuticals, Bill Bohm."

What he said was polite, but he didn't mean to be polite. He pointed out a point of view. In the eyes of the government and the military, "Dillard" belongs to "Venus Pharmaceutical", not "Morning Star Casting".

Tang Fang did not refute, nor did he have the ability to refute it. What Admiral David said was the fact that "Dillard" was originally a leased land for "Venus Pharmaceutical", and his "Morning Star Casting" was only with the 44th Fleet. He did the same thing-dove occupy the magpie's nest, the so-called "cooperation" is even more of Thaksin's rumors, but because of economic and political pressure, Bilbom dare not deny it.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Star Alliance people Dillard is the joint property of "Morning Star Casting" and "Venus Star Pharmaceutical", but in the Star Alliance law, "Morning Star Casting" has no right to claim.

"The Hell of Mubarak's army has been wiped out. It is time for the Star Alliance's defense line in the no man's land to move forward. I believe that as a general, this is a matter of keeping up with the trend."

He can't make a claim on the legal level, but he can save the country.

The fall of "Mubarak" is a major defeat for the Sulu Empire, but it is a great event for the Star Alliance. If war breaks out in the future, the Star Alliance and Sulu will be near the "Mubarak". A war on the border is naturally far better than a war in no man’s land.

As long as the Star Alliance navy stationed in no man's land advances to "Mubarak", there is no reason for the 44th Fleet to protect the home of "Dilal" again.

David Conan looked at him, staring at him, and for the first time felt that Terry Ferdinand had a good adjective for him. This kid is really smart. (To be continued)

ps: Happy birthday to "Lai Bed", o(n_n)o~~