Eh? You want to try the humanoid girl's iron fist too?

Fortunately, the birth of "Raphael" proved one thing: they are on the right track now.

It's just that, due to limitations in human scientific understanding and cognitive abilities, we are currently unable to fully comprehend the complete details of the technology behind the ruins.

That day will surely come, perhaps ten years from now, perhaps twenty years from now. When humanity can understand the technology preserved in the ruins, they will usher in a new era of great development in both technology and productivity.

To Director Harry, Raphael's voice sounded like a thunderous boom, a powerful and ever-growing sound coming from a world long after the future.

To realize their grand vision, they must continue to invest in this currently arduous path, which will likely remain so in the future.

Otherwise, everything you're thinking about now would be impossible.

“Since you say you don’t need to go inside the ruins, what do I need to do for you?” Raphael asked.

"Let's keep an eye on it for now; nothing bad might happen."

"That's definitely going to be the end of us."

This is known as Murphy's Law: if something can go wrong, it will, no matter how small the chance.

How dare those people at the ruins management office blow up the entrance to the Shinobuyama ruins in Fukushima City? The noise from the explosion couldn't be hidden from the protesters outside, and the anti-ruins protests, which had somewhat subsided, became fervent again.

"In short, no rash actions should be taken before receiving new orders."

"Yes, I understand."

Raphael sighed, thinking he might come in handy, but instead he was told to maintain the status quo.

Starting from Kyoto and heading north to Fukushima, the straight-line distance between the two places on the map is over 500 kilometers. If something irreversible happens, it will truly be too late.

Map distances are not equal to actual road driving distances.

Even if the humanoid could run non-stop at a maximum speed of 100 kilometers per hour, under ideal conditions where the roads were completely clear, it would still take her 16 hours to arrive in Fukushima city, which would be far too late.

"Damn it, bastards, they all know something's going to go wrong, but they're acting like it's none of their business."

Raphael slammed his fist into the wall panel, leaving a deep fist mark on the plaster wall.

"They're all bastards!"

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, her breath long and deep.

The breathing rhythm I developed while practicing with the band a while ago has been completely accepted by this mechanical body.

Asuka took off her headphones and asked Raphael, "Still rejected?"

Yes, now it's the DOD Ministry of Defense.

"They're only allowing us to intervene if we continue to 'maintain the status quo' in Kyoto."

"Did you try to explain the situation?" Asuka asked.

Raphael shook his head, indicating that there was no need to reveal the answer.

Harry understood her unspoken meaning perfectly, but remained silent. She believed that if Director Harry were willing to say a few words, the situation here would surely improve.

Even if we don't ruthlessly eliminate the madmen at the UN Heritage Administration, we can at least make some attempts to mitigate the damage before things go wrong.

The tactical doll squad is stationed in Kyoto, awaiting the right moment and orders, while those who have a glimpse into the bigger picture are stirring things up.

War cannot be rehearsed, and it's impossible to conduct experiments beforehand and then correct them if they're wrong. However, war can be predicted.

Overstepping authority can lead to bloodshed, but so can failing to use it when necessary. Raphael desperately hoped that those politicians and high-ranking officials knew what they were doing and whether they were properly exercising their power.

On November 7th, the Russian president announced to the nation on television:

"...The world is about to undergo a major transformation; the world we know is about to come to an end..."

Perhaps the Russians received some news, because all the troops under the jurisdiction of the Far Eastern Military District were mobilized and assembled at railway and transportation hubs, and a considerable portion of the military force began to transfer to Europe.

The Russian army's "slow-motion cuts" strategy in the Ukrainian theater has been abandoned, and several armored spearheads have begun to break through the Ukrainian army's defenses, completely changing the previous image of weakness and ineffectiveness.

It is clear that the Russians have made their decision to end the war as soon as possible. Once the Far Eastern Military District's forces are in place, the Russo-Ukrainian war should come to an end.

Who is the most miserable?

Of course, the defeated side suffered the most. Young and able-bodied men in all walks of life were wiped out, not to mention the economy, and food production was also severely affected by the war.

Raphael could say, rather irresponsibly, that the defeated side has no chance of recovery for the next twenty years.

The Russians' ultimate goal is clear: to disband the Ukrainian army, purge all Nazi personnel in Ukraine, and resolve the issue of living space pressure brought about by NATO's eastward expansion.

She fiddled with the parts of the HK416 assault rifle, checking their condition and performing proper maintenance, before finally installing various tactical accessories and adjusting it to a comfortable position.

The MK12 SPR special-purpose rifle, which was sent from afar, has also been fitted with an adjustable stock and a freestanding rail handguard.

As per the director's instructions, this will be the main weapon going forward.

Raphael looked at the gun with a rather complicated expression. It was neither good nor bad, only showing good ballistics and accuracy when using the Mk262 sniper rounds.

However, this ammunition has almost no armor-piercing capability. While its hollow-point, boat-shaped design gives it good ballistic performance, it can only be used against unarmored targets.

Limited by this, Raphael realized that she had to equip another HK416 with a combined aiming system consisting of the XPS3 holographic sight and the G33 sight.

Moreover, she would be forced to use ammunition of different specifications but the same caliber, which would severely limit her tactical options and sustained combat capability.

"Have we received 14.5-inch barrels?"

Feiniao pointed to a box in the corner of the garage, "They have both 10-inch and 14.5-inch barrels. Are you planning to abandon the MK12?"

"Yes, this small-caliber semi-automatic sniper rifle does not meet expectations."

How do you calibrate optical sights?

“We’ll use people to correct the tests then,” Raphael said calmly. “Finding the target at the right distance isn’t difficult.”

"That's too cruel."

"That's just how the world is, birds."

Volume 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 135 The Strange Movements in Yokosuka

The aircraft carrier CVN-76 "Ronald Reagan" is slowly leaving the naval port with the help of auxiliary vessels.

With a total length of 332 meters, the massive yet slender hull avoided other warships, its straight bow pointing towards the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

"...Proceed to the waters off Iwo Jima for carrier-based aircraft take-off and landing training, and upon completion, deploy on-site to conduct tactical training..."

Paul James read the order, his eyebrows creased together.

Although there had been rumors of a port departure, he did not expect it to happen so quickly. What exactly happened?

Paul habitually took out his phone and, while he still had a signal, quickly checked the current affairs news, but found nothing that caught his attention.

Some are fighting, some are making money; they're completely unrelated.

"Director, the planning document for takeoff and landing training has been submitted."

"Okay, I'll watch it right away."

Paul returned to the flight commander's private cabin and turned on his computer to review the information. He read the plan over coffee, mentally outlining the carrier deck operations.

He could imagine the orderly scene of the F/A-18E/F "Super Hornet" fleet taking off and landing with just his brain.

They not only know some of the details of aircraft carrier design that even shipyard workers have never thought about.

He has the ability to discuss the details of deck layout design with naval experts, and he can also discuss the details of the electromagnetic catapult project with the Navy's chief electromagnetic expert.

His understanding of the large number of carrier-based aircraft on board is almost comparable to that of Boeing engineers.

Two weeks ago, at a dinner, he discussed fighter jet maintenance with Boeing engineers. From a purely engineering standpoint, Paul is arguably the most knowledgeable naval air operations officer.

Technical knowledge at work has become almost instinctive for him.

As the commander of the carrier air wing, Paul also knows how to fly fighter jets, how to take off and land on the carrier deck, how to fight in the air, and is a veteran planner of maritime strike operations.

Paul, are you there?

A knock came from outside, followed by the captain's call. Paul looked up and said, "I'm here. What is it?"

Captain Eric Nicol walked in, a Santa Claus nightcap still on his bald head. He yawned deeply, smacked his lips, and said:

"I want to move the training plan forward. The fleet command's message is that we need to prepare for war."

"what happened?"

“I don’t know either, but I need your support, man.”

"That's definitely not a problem."

Eric breathed a sigh of relief. "The fleet's condition isn't good. We've only completed half of our resupply work when we were forced to leave port to carry out our deployment mission."

How many people are absent from their posts?

"Only 82% of the crew remains. Fleet command said they would use transport planes to bring the rest back."

"That sounds very urgent."

"Yes, we even left the strike group commander on the shore."

A subtle smile appeared on Eric's face, and Paul, who had worked with him for two years, could tell at a glance that the guy was gloating.

If word got out that the carrier strike group had lost its commander, General Channing Jefferson would become a laughingstock wherever he went.

"Is it that serious?"

Paul hesitated. He tapped the table with his hand, pondered for a moment, and then said;

"Eric, I need to send a helicopter back to Yokosuka to bring them back immediately."

"Yes, you are right."

"Yes, we need someone to make decisions here."

"How are the special sessions arranged for all flight squadrons?"

“The anti-submarine squadron and helicopter squadron are making final preparations,” Paul confirmed.

"Looks like things are going to get lively in the latter half of the night."

"I hate doing homework at night."

"I hate it too."

The two middle-aged men shared the same sentiment. Every night shift was chaotic, making it impossible for the captain and the carrier air wing commander to sneak into the living quarters to slack off.

“Paul, in the coming months, I expect you and all your officers and men to support my decision, especially your support.”

"Of course."