Galaxy Sea Region, Wuxing Island, Port.
"Quick, move the remaining weapons up, and count the shells too!"
"It's almost done!"
"I'll go report to the Captain, you guys continue to check a few more times!"
X·Drake stood on the deck, coldly scanning the busy crew.
After hearing his subordinates' report, he nodded slightly and said solemnly:
"Very good, everyone stay alert, we'll depart in half an hour, this operation is vital, no mistakes allowed!"
"Yes, Captain!"
Drake turned his head, looking at the bustling port, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
As an undercover agent for the Navy, he carried a significant mission, which was to climb to a higher position within the Endgame.
Only this way, could he deliver more valuable intelligence to Headquarters.
And in the future, if the two armies face off, when the time comes to turn, it will give the Endgame a more severe blow.
But...
But.
The longer he stayed with the Endgame, the more intense Drake's internal struggle became.
He saw the civilians smiling as they came to see him off at the port.
Remembering the orderly life under the Endgame's rule, remembering those like-minded people striving forward, remembering his subordinates, even those he brought out himself, all held sincere admiration for Shano...
No.
Drake! You can't keep thinking like this! Otherwise, one day, you'll end up like that irresponsible man at home, on a misguided path!
The Navy is the side of justice!
Preserving order, eliminating pirates, this is where his mission lies!
Drake gritted his teeth, forcing himself to look away from the port, towards the distant horizon.
"Captain?"
A sailor next to him noticed something was wrong, nervously concerned, "You don't look well, is there something wrong, do you need the ship doctor to check?"
"No need, it's just a minor issue, I'll be fine."
Drake shook his head, forcing a smile, his peripheral vision suddenly noticed a white little cat, climbing up the lookout tower, comfortably lying there, basking in the sun and dozing off.
A very delicate and pretty white cat, seemed familiar, as if it was someone's pet?
Anyway, it doesn't take up space, there are several cats and dogs kept on the ship, he was too lazy to manage, withdrew his gaze, continued to command the crew for the final preparations.
"Set sail, depart!"
"All attention, heading northeast, full speed ahead!"
With Drake's order, the battleship belonging to the third combat corps left the port, heading into the distance!
This time, the combat corps urgently assembled, mobilizing forces exceeding ten thousand men, with such a huge scale, the operation targets naturally would not be trivial!
——To capture the Navy G1 Branch!
Uproot this largest base set up by the Navy Headquarters in the New World!
His third corps received orders to feign an attack on the G5 Branch, attracting the attention of that branch.
Reportedly, other forces had similar responsibilities, tasked with harassing other New World branches, keeping the Navy exhausted, unable to grasp the Endgame's main attack focus.
The main forces would take another route, seizing the opportunity while the G1 Branch's defenses were thin, capturing it in one swoop, then plotting against the remaining New World branches!
The ultimate goal was to expel the Navy completely from the New World!
An hour ago, Deputy Captain Kuina personally issued this order to him via Radio Snail.
Since he was determined to continue as a Navy undercover agent, he couldn't hesitate anymore, he must immediately pass on this vital information!
Looking back at the island that had turned into a small black dot in his view, Drake strode towards the empty stern of the ship, taking out the encrypted Radio Snail from his pocket under the porch.
He naturally didn't know.
At the moment the Radio Snail was taken out, the white cat on the lookout tower suddenly opened its eyes, clicking its tongue regretfully.
In the end, he still made the wrong choice?
"Master specifically gave you one last chance, and so quickly you didn't cherish it? This way, you'll miss the chance to cut down a Heavenly Celestial Dragon, poor little Allosaurus..."
So then.
The surveillance task has been completed, should return to the territory now.
Issho followed the master this time, the task of guarding the Endgame territory falls on my head now.
The white cat stretched lazily, gracefully leaping out of the lookout tower, in the next instant, transformed into a streak of lightning, shooting towards the distant port at a speed difficult for the naked eye to catch.
...
Navy Headquarters, Marinfanto.
"Marshal, urgent intelligence!"
A Major General suddenly pushed open the meeting room door, clutching documents in his hand and sweat all over his head, "Just now, an urgent message was sent by the undercover codename 'Sharp Blade'!"
"The combat corps under Endgame's command has completed a large-scale assembly, and left the Endgame territory gradually this morning, the opponent will employ a deception strategy, feigning attacks on other branches, but actually targeting G1!"
Inside the meeting room, there was immediate silence.
"So the target is the G1 Branch?"
Sengoku, seated at the head, actually relaxed upon hearing this, his tightly furrowed brows eased, taking the documents to review.
Thankfully...
Thankfully, the target was only G1.
It's good they're not going to the North Sea Lubunier Kingdom.
Since last night, the surveillance ships deployed towards the Endgame territory had continuously sent messages back to Headquarters, claiming signs of large scale mobilization and assembly by the Endgame fleet.
This left Sengoku sweating coldly, tossing and turning, not sleeping all night.