Elder brother's garrison

At least that's what he thought.

It wasn't until he met the woman in black and experienced true violence that he finally realized how naive he had been.

The girl stared at the man with fierce blue eyes, slowly pushed open the window, and walked in.

"No...no...I'm sorry...please let me go..."

The girl seemed not to hear the man's words. She walked to the bedside, jumped onto the bed, grabbed the man's bandaged collar, and pulled him off the bed.

Click click click.

The man seemed to hear the sound of his shattered bones shifting again beneath the protective cast.

The comfort of the girl's cool, soft skin touching her body did not alleviate the intense pain and fear hidden within.

"Where can we hide people?" Saratoga didn't waste any words with the man. She raised her fist and said to him, "Answer me in three seconds: Where can we hide people? Where can we hide the people we've captured?"

"No, no, no! At the south dock, where there are shipping containers, lots of abandoned containers, and unused film studios. Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't..."

Without thinking, the man begged for mercy in rapid succession.

“Oh, thank you,” Saratoga replied emotionlessly.

The man's chest heaved violently as he stared at Saratoga with a terrified look.

Saratoga delivered a powerful punch to the man's face.

"boom!!!"

With the sound of the wooden bed board breaking, the man, his face covered in blood, fainted from fright.

Saratoga withdrew her hand from the man's ear.

“But I told you, the next time I see you, I will definitely kill you.” Saratoga jumped out of the window without looking back, turning into a black shadow and disappearing into the night.

Chapter 61 The night is too short for spring, let's fight, girls!

Above the sea.

Bismarck, with her battleship equipment activated, sat quietly on the sea with her eyes closed.

Not far in front of her, Missouri stood demurely, with a ladylike, humble smile on her face.

"...Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred."

Bismarck opened his eyes, silently counting down the seconds.

She looked at the hourglass placed on the bow of the fishing boat next to Missouri.

Only a small layer of fine sand slid down the hourglass.

...It's a ten-minute hourglass.

Bismarck sighed softly.

She stood up, and waves rippled outwards from Bismarck.

When the ship girls activate their ship equipment, the sea is no different from a concrete floor that they can glide on at high speed.

Bismarck did not want to clash with Missouri.

Even someone as proud as her wouldn't easily make enemies at a time like this.

Especially ship girls like Missouri, who are equal to or even higher in rank than Bismarck.

Bismarck's crimson eyes were fixed on Missouri ahead.

"Senior, only 105 seconds have passed." Missouri gently reminded Bismarck, who was already impatient.

“It’s been too long,” Bismarck said calmly, her tone revealing unwavering resolve.

“If you think it’s too long, nine minutes is fine too,” Missouri said with a friendly smile.

"Bang!" The main gun behind Bismarck burst into flames as if it were on fire, and a shell was fired straight toward Missouri.

There are certain differences between ship girls and real warships. If it were a real battleship, firing at such close range would be absolutely unavoidable, but this is not necessarily the case for ship girls.

Their seemingly weak human parts give them greater flexibility than real ships.

The fishing boat was torn to pieces by Bismarck's direct fire.

The shell continued its trajectory, crashing heavily into the water, sending sprays several meters high into the air as if the sea had exploded.

The first shot missed.

Bismarck was not surprised by this result.

The Missouri in front of her was not simply a ship girl with high-level ship equipment.

She is also a battle-hardened, deep-sea assassin with a keen sensitivity to killing.

Water splashed and slapped onto the surface of the water.

Missouri, who retreated more than ten meters in an instant, dodged the shell but not the heavy rain.

The rain soaked through her clothes, making them cling to Missouri's body and revealing her full and slender figure.

Missouri's humble smile did not fade.

She gently brushed the hair stuck to her face with her fingers, and muttered a soft, almost disappointed, sentence to herself.

"It seems the negotiations have failed."

She raised her head and looked at Bismarck.

“Now then.” Missouri waved his arm, and the massive battleship rigging rose from behind him like a totem. The huge gun barrels also clicked and rattled as they aimed at the Bismarck.

"Iowa-class battleship, Missouri has officially become the enemy of its predecessor." Missouri's momentum burst forth like a detonator that had just broken free.

In that instant, Missouri seemed to abandon her humility and seal off her friendliness, even the sea seemed to tremble with awe. She simply raised her chin and looked down at Bismarck as if she were looking at an ant.

"Senior, this is your biggest mistake."

"boom!"

The cannons behind Missouri roared deafeningly.

If we were to rank the ship equipment of ship girls, Missouri's ship equipment would be among the top of the top.

It boasts massive and thick armor, superior power, first-class air defense, excellent speed, and swift and fierce firepower.

It is one of the strongest battleship equipment systems, with no blind spots.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

The Missouri itself signified the end of the war and the arrival of victory.

The saying that history shapes ship girls is not an exaggeration; the history of a ship does indeed influence the personality and strength of its ship girls to some extent.

Tirpitz's laziness, Saratoga's free spirit, and Lexington's gentleness and virtue—while these traits were more related to their personalities, the influence of history was not insignificant.

Historically, Missouri represents the end of war and the beginning of a new era.

Therefore, Missouri seems more like a secretary or civil servant than a ship girl, but that doesn't mean she's not good at fighting.

Missouri is extremely powerful.

One difference between ship girls and real warships is that the main guns of ship girls can be changed at will.

This actually narrowed the firepower gap between the Bismarck and the Missouri to some extent.

Because Bismarck possessed the naval base's four most advanced main guns.

Even so, in the instant the two sides opened fire and the firepower clashed, Bismarck felt the gap between them.

Missouri's artillery fire was still far superior to their own.

"Is it also a top-tier main gun?" Amidst the exploding water, Bismarck moved quickly while keeping an eye on Missouri's back.

Missouri is a ship girl shrouded in mystery.

Bismarck had never heard of this ship girl before.

As military ship girls, they all need to be registered. However, there is no record of Missouri ship girls in the naval history of this world.

After all, if Bismarck and Saratoga are considered world-class ship girls, then Missouri is epoch-making, a star among ship girls. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that if Missouri were summoned, the entire naval system would be in an uproar.

It is absolutely impossible that Bismarck did not recognize her at first.

How did this ship girl manage to hide?

Bismarck couldn't help but feel a deep sense of doubt.

"Senior!" Missouri shouted to Bismarck through the water curtain, "It's not too late to admit defeat now!"

Bismarck did not reply.

Bismarck could tolerate waiting only three minutes.

If it were five minutes, Bismarck could tolerate it even if the opponent was stronger than him.

But ten minutes is absolutely not enough.

This was Bismarck's final bottom line.

Ten minutes is enough to do so many things.

It's really too dangerous.

Xiao Bai was drugged at the banquet. However, Xiao Bai ate the same food as the other admirals, yet he was the only one who was drugged, which already implies a lot.

—This was a long-planned kidnapping.

Since it was a long-planned scheme, leaving Xiaobai's safety in the enemy's hands, even for just a few minutes, would be extremely dangerous.

Bismarck would not allow such a thing to happen.

At any cost.

Even if it means being at odds with Missouri.

Chapter 62 Ship Girls Are Ship Girls Until Death

Boom boom boom boom boom————

The four gun emplacements behind Missouri erupted in flames one after another, and shells rained down on Bismarck's trajectory.

Bismarck's ears ached from the subtle vibrations in the air.

She skillfully dodged the hail of bullets from Missouri and also raised her main gun to launch a counterattack against Missouri.

Missouri was very fast and could easily dodge Bismarck's artillery fire.

When two highly skilled battleship girls fight each other on the sea, the scene is exceptionally grand.

The sea was torn apart time and again by the dark red cannonballs, and muffled booming explosions erupted from the giant waves, with whirlpools spreading outwards in circles.

Bismarck silently observed Missouri's actions while dodging.

"Habitually dodges to the right..."

Battleship guns are actually not easy to hit.

Especially when encountering high-level, well-trained enemies, battleship attacks are easily dodged. Therefore, proficiency with ship equipment, commonly known as skill level, is the most important criterion for judging a ship girl's strength.

No matter how high the damage is, it's useless if you can't hit.

Stepping on the waves crashing against the shore created by Missouri's bombardment, Bismarck took a deep breath, anticipating Missouri's movements. He used his low-powered main guns to continuously pressure Missouri's actions, and then unleashed a powerful shot at the intended location.

Missouri was just dodging a Bismarck shell when another shell arrived at the spot she had instinctively moved to, waiting for her for a long time.

"boom!"

Bismarck's attack did indeed strike Missouri.

In an instant, water splashed everywhere.

While Missouri's ship equipment is indeed excellent, it seems to be slightly inferior to Bismarck in terms of its own training level.

Bismarck did not let up and fired two more shots in succession toward the direction Missouri was hit.

The recoil from the continuous firing caused Bismarck to involuntarily step onto the sea behind him.

Hua Wu Yi Qi Ba Lin Liu 1 La————

Unfortunately, Missouri's figure did not linger significantly after the previous shot, and Bismarck's subsequent shots all missed.

She broke through the water curtain and flew out like a bullet.