Azur Lane Mobile Front

However, these are not things that Rob should care about.

He is currently negotiating with Saratoga.

"Dean, I've put in so much effort this time, isn't it too much to ask for a discount? Giving me a few more wouldn't be unreasonable, would it?"

In Saratoga's office, Rob was standing in front of the other person's desk.

Judging from the mountain of documents above, this USS White aircraft carrier is going to be very busy in the coming days.

"No, no, no! Do you think this is some kind of free lunch? Headquarters has strict quotas for these; giving you three is already a special case!"

Saratoga refused Rob's request.

She even stood on a chair and slammed her fist on the table with Rob.

Of course, it's also possible that someone is not tall enough to complete the action without standing on a chair.

Six!

Following suit, Rob also slammed his hand on the table, causing all the documents on the table to jump up.

Four!

"One price, five pieces! You'll give me a 50% discount!"

"...All right!"

After a fierce internal struggle, Saratoga finally agreed to Rob's request.

This time she really didn't trick Rob; what the two of them were talking about was indeed within the headquarters' quota.

It will take Saratoga quite a bit of effort to get five of them.

Having received the other party's promise, Rob left Saratoga's office satisfied.

Now that the meeting has been postponed, Rob should prepare to return to Donghuang.

However, surprises always come so suddenly, as do shocks.

Robo had just boarded the white wooden horse when Saratoga's communication came in.

"Robo, we have a mission. Headquarters just discovered that the Bermuda Triangle has been completely covered by dark clouds without any warning."

"That's it? Dean, you're not trying to remind me that the weather's been bad lately and tell me to be careful on the road, are you?"

Rob was puzzled. Although this phenomenon was rather unusual, it didn't warrant a special notification to him.

"Moreover... the center of the sea area has begun to radiate high-intensity electromagnetic signals outward."

Saratoga's next words piqued Rob's interest, even though he hadn't taken it seriously before.

"Electromagnetic signal?"

"Yes, and the data matches the data observed before the 'crown' appeared in the polar seas."

"Crown" is the name Azur Lane used for the previous polar seas singularity.

If the other party wasn't joking, then the Sirens had indeed left everyone with a big surprise.

Are you sure headquarters hasn't made a mistake?

"Of course! Do you think Sarah would joke about something like that?"

"Alright, I understand. But Dean, what price are you going to offer this time? You should know that my appearance fee is not what it used to be."

"This is a mission assigned by headquarters. You're talking to me about price? No way!"

"Does headquarters mean you can just get things for free?"

Rob began to argue his case, after all, he had so many ships to support at home, and he had to find ways to make extra money.

"What do you mean by 'getting something for nothing'? This is a mission, you figure out how to handle it first!"

Seeing Saratoga angrily hang up the call, Rob had no choice but to accept the fact that he had been taken advantage of by headquarters.

After all, this is American territory, and sending a fleet of ships to deal with that suspected anomaly shouldn't be a big problem.

It's not like every time Rob encountered one that was about to explode.

"Okay! Sister Zhenhai, let everyone know. We might be a little late getting home."

...

Having just survived a major battle, the White Eagle is now forced to organize new operations.

This time, the main force was divided into several groups.

Involved, investigating, or providing cover.

In any case, the final task of the attack fell to Rob without any doubt.

Rob was not surprised by this situation.

However, he is now trying to appease New Jersey.

During the fortress battle, Rob had her pinned to the ship.

Afterwards, New Jersey finally managed to arrange a visit with his sister, but then a new combat mission came up.

Unfortunately, the operation time coincided with the time agreed upon in New Jersey.

Seeing New Jersey crying, Rob could only try his best to cheer her up.

Here I have to mention that unicorns are easier to please.

Just a pat on the head and a hug, and my little sister will smile again. She's much easier to coax than this silly boy in front of me.

"Why don't you tell your sister to wait a few days? We're fast, we won't be back for long anyway?"

"But... my eldest sister only has this little bit of time!"

"Then next time, I'll come with you next time!"

...

Luo made a promise to do it again next time, but the effect was mediocre.

"I'll upgrade you!"

"Huh?!"

To retract the foreword, this silly boy is actually quite easy to coax, as long as you're willing to spend the money.

Chapter 113: The System Is Always on the Road to Tricking People

Now that Rob has promised to upgrade New Jersey, he has to keep his promise.

However, Robo encountered another problem when choosing a mecha.

As a successor to the VII-class mobile suit Exia in the system's technology tree, the VIII-class OO Gundam actually has quite a few problems.

The main problem is the instability of the Twin Drive system.

Especially after using Trans-AM, it's even possible to mess things up.

"But system, could you be any more shady? You're selling a Gundam in two separate transactions, aren't you?"

Looking at the glaring OOR at level IX on the tech tree, even Rob, who was used to the system's shady practices, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Given the significant difference in strength between the two, dividing them into two levels is reasonable.

The system's voice remained as emotionless as ever.

But Rob just thought it sounded so irritating.

After much deliberation, Rob gritted his teeth and forced himself to jump to level IX.

He simply couldn't convince himself that he had the ability to stop New Jersey from using Trans-AM so casually!

Rob pressed the research button with almost trembling hands.

This alone amounts to tens of thousands of global experience points. This is precisely what Rob desperately needs; the more than ten million silver coins required for a level IX mech are less important.

There wasn't much to do during the march anyway.

After all, everyone is completely in the dark about the current situation in the target sea area, and you have no idea where to start if you want to make any preparations.

So everyone on the ship came to see the new machine from New Jersey.

Despite the new bodywork, the overall impression of New Jersey isn't that drastically different.

The only difference is that there are two more "antennas" on the forehead, and the cone-shaped thrusters that used to hang behind the back are no longer floating around because the GN Drive's position has changed. It just doesn't feel right anymore.

Because of the elevator, if it's not activated, New Jersey residents might find their shoulders a bit heavy.

"How are you feeling?"

Seeing that New Jersey had been standing there with his eyes closed in deep thought for quite some time, Rob finally couldn't help but ask what was going on.

"Hmph~ This feels amazing!"

New Jersey opened his eyes with a satisfied smile on his face; his previous tearful state had completely vanished.

After stopping the silly girl's leaping behavior, Rob said he didn't want to experience her "breastbone-crushing" behavior again.

Rob still vividly remembers the feeling of that silly guy wearing a mecha and bumping into him.

"Rob, I want to go out and try!"

New Jersey, whose attempt to pounce on Rob was thwarted by Rob's hand pressing down on his head, had no choice but to abandon his idea of ​​giving Rob a big hug and instead asked to go out and fly around to get a feel for it.

Rob did not refuse the request.

Looking at the iconic "OO"-shaped particle residue behind New Jersey, Rob thought that even if they had to fight that same singularity again, they would have enough firepower.

...

On the other side, one of the main fleets of the White Eagle has detected a considerable number of Siren formations.

Among them was Miss Victory, who came from the royal family.

Miss Victory, who was originally just here on behalf of the royal family, has ended up experiencing a series of "unjustified disasters" and is now seething with anger.

"There are... six... no, seven... no! In short, there are a lot of Sirens surrounding us!"

Victory, who volunteered for the reconnaissance mission, spotted a large number of Sirens using his carrier-based aircraft.

"It seems the Sirens have made quite thorough preparations. Was the previous fortress just a distraction after all?"

Because of this operation, North Carolina and Washington, which were specially transferred here, immediately began to adjust their main guns after receiving news of the victory, striving to deliver a heavy blow to the Sirens as soon as possible.

"Prepare for battle! When the Sirens begin creating singularities, we will have no choice but to attack."

Adjusting his military cap, the Yorktown-sized enterprise gripped his longbow tightly.

"Hmph! It's time to let the Sirens feel Sarah's wrath! You've made Sarah write so many documents!"

If we're talking about who has the more fiery temper, it's definitely Saratoga.

She was just joking before, saying that commanding a large-scale operation was more tiring than working on documents for a week.

After that battle, the pile of files she had was enough to keep her busy for a week. And, predictably, there will be even more after this Singularity campaign.

The Sirens' forces had barely entered the fleet's firing range when the overwhelming firepower from three aircraft carriers and two battleships taught them a lesson.

What the hell do you mean by "firepower coverage"?!

In the sky, aerial bombs and artillery shells fell like raindrops.

As a mass-produced "chess piece," although it has the same appearance as the prototype, its combat capabilities are worlds apart.

Under such intense firepower, this large group of sirens offered no meaningful resistance and were reduced to wreckage floating on the sea.

Something's not right...

After a resounding victory, Yorktown-level companies realized something was amiss.

Although this group of Sirens was numerous, not a single elite Siren appeared immediately; they were all just "pawns."

"Ugh, really!"

Miss Victory reacted particularly strongly to this situation.

"These soulless fakes are flooding in, and I'm about to throw up just thinking about how they're coming! Can't the sirens have any normal taste?!"

"puff!"

A few bursts of laughter finally broke out from the mouths of the other ships.