Chapter 115 Vice Admiral
Naples Bay Area, Sixth Fleet Naval Base.
The 1990s was the era when the MiLiJian Empire was at its peak and the New Roman Empire was about to be built.
The entire oceans of the earth are the empire's inland lakes, and the vast Mediterranean Sea where the city of Naples is located is, to be precise, just a part of the jurisdiction of the Sixth Fleet of the empire's huge navy.
Having the opportunity to wield such a powerful force is naturally an honor that is difficult for mortals to achieve.
However, on this day, the commander of the Sixth Fleet stationed at the Naples Naval Command, Vice Admiral Palatine Colt of the Imperial Navy, was not happy.
Because there is just too much bad news today.
The vigorous old man with gray hair, ruddy complexion, neat uniform and a star on his shoulder was originally enjoying his afternoon tea in his office, but a young officer who pushed the door open interrupted his lunch break rudely.
Just when General Colt was about to calmly teach the young man not to be too rash and impatient, this subordinate told him:
A Hornet crashed into the city of Naples.
It is said that many innocent citizens were killed.
This is big news.
Although it is currently in a state , for the strongest US military on earth, coming here to fight is as easy as traveling.
The plane that fell today was the first "battle loss" suffered by the US military since the war began.
No way, accidents are inevitable...
General Colt could only dispatch ground troops to the crash site for an emergency investigation while asking his subordinates to help prepare a speech for reporters in his office :
"I and my colleagues in the Sixth Fleet are deeply saddened by the unexpected crash that occurred over Naples today."
"Lieutenant Sammy is a typical representative of the spirit of Rice Oil. He dedicated himself to the just cause of spreading seed oil..."
"No, Lieutenant General Colt."
The subordinate corrected him: "It's not Lieutenant Sammy, it's Lieutenant Sam."
"oh."
Colt responded nonchalantly, and then recited: "Lieutenant Sam is the spirit of rice fried grains..."
"etc."
The subordinate corrected him again: "Lieutenant General, you didn't hear clearly just now. Lieutenant Sam is not dead."
"Ah? Not dead?"
Colt frowned:
The pilot did not die, but a large number of citizens died. When he is interviewed by reporters later, the scene may not be very good.
This Lieutenant Sam brought a lot of shit upon him out of nowhere, it was really...
"Very good!"
"It's a blessing in disguise that our boy managed to save his life."
Colt wiped his tears in front of several of his subordinates with an excited look on his face, and everyone was deeply moved by this old general who loved his soldiers like his own sons.
Then, in this harmonious atmosphere...
Even worse news reached General Colt's ears:
"What?"
"Has a transparent man-eating monster ever appeared at the crash site of a fighter jet?"
"The wreckage of the fighter plane containing the core technology of the empire was eaten by that monster?"
He stared with his eyes wide open, as if he was listening to some Arabian Nights fairy tale.
After confirming several times that it was not April 1st a few days later, and after learning that there were hundreds of survivors who could provide testimony, General Colt finally reluctantly accepted this absurd fact.
Then, Colt, who had calmed down, couldn't help but think of something:
"A monster as transparent as a ghost... invisible to the naked eye, but actually exists... Could this be..."
"The legendary 'stand power'?"
General Colt is not a stand user, but as a person in a high position of power, he has enough authority and opportunity to understand the truth hidden behind this world.
Stand, Stand User, Stand Ability...
He knew more or less about these things that ordinary people had never heard of.
In fact, as a member of the upper class of the empire, Colt has also had many dealings with the SPW Group, which is also an upper-class group.
Mr. Joseph Joestar, a senior executive of the SPW Group and a real estate tycoon in New York, also chatted and laughed with him in certain social occasions.
Many of the Empire's secret projects were run by private consortiums. Colt vaguely remembered...
It seems that the SPW Foundation has always been in charge of research on Stand Users and Stand abilities.
"This kind of supernatural thing is not something our navy can handle..."
"How about... calling to inquire about the situation and asking Mr. Joseph to help investigate?"
Colt thought so.
But at this moment, even worse news came:
"Lieutenant General Colt!"
"The Vesuvius Geological Institute sent a message saying that they have detected abnormal geological activity underground in the volcano. Computer simulations show..."
"In the next period of time, Mount Vesuvius is very likely to have a large-scale volcanic eruption."
Mount Vesuvius is a famous active volcano, and its last eruption was in 1944 of this century.
Stationed under such a dangerous crater, the Imperial Navy must of course always pay attention to the geological conditions of Mount Vesuvius.
"A volcanic eruption?"
"Damn it...how come everything happened at the same time!"
General Colt's face looked a little bad:
Predicting the possibility of a volcanic eruption, they must evacuate to avoid danger .
However, if such a large fleet retreats or moves, it will definitely greatly disrupt the established combat plan.
The previous problems of fighter plane crashes, missing wreckage, and monster appearances have not been resolved yet, and now there is a once-in-a-century volcanic eruption...
Could this be more unfortunate?
General Colt thought so...
Immediately, another "impatient" young officer pushed open the door of the office:
"Lieutenant General Colt, something terrible has happened!"
"A biological terrorist !"
"The 'poison gas' has spread to a distance of three or four kilometers. The number of casualties is incalculable!"
"What?!!"
Colt was startled.
He had lived for most of his life and had never seen such a large-scale terrorist attack.
"Are you sure it was a terrorist attack?"
"Are you sure it's a biological weapon?"
Colt clenched his fists tightly, feeling excited:
Biological attack!
what does that mean?
This means that the "washing powder" that the congressmen took out from home was actually confirmed by terrorists who came out of nowhere!
With this account, the imperial army took an absolutely just position.
If the casualties in the attack were heavy enough, the Empire could take the opportunity to expand the scale of the war, creating plenty of opportunities for their hungry and thirsty soldiers to make meritorious contributions.
Although Colt was already a high-ranking vice admiral in the navy, he still wanted to wear the shoulder straps of a five-star admiral.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Finally, he couldn't help but slam the table:
“How hateful!”
"These inhumane lunatics are simply the public enemy of all mankind!"
General Colt pursed his lips tightly, and two lines of tears of compassion flowed down his cheeks.
Everyone was infected by the heavy atmosphere, and at the same time they admired the Lieutenant General's pure humanitarian spirit.
At this time…
Worse news is coming:
"Lieutenant General Colt, something terrible has happened!"
The fourth impatient young man rushed in.
He was so anxious that he couldn't even stand still, and blurted out a shocking piece of news:
"There is a helicopter of unknown origin approaching our base forcefully!"
"Also, I don't know if it's because of that helicopter, but the 'poison gas' in Naples is also coming over here!"
"A team of good guys who were on patrol outside the military camp were hit by poison gas in the urban area less than five kilometers away from the base!"
"W-what?"
Colt's face turned green instantly.
He subconsciously ignored the fact that a group of soldiers were poisoned in the city. He was more concerned about:
"That poison gas... is only five kilometers away from us?"
"Yes!"
The subordinate gave an accurate answer.
Colt's white elite, Old Money Confucian temperament disappeared instantly:
"Then why are you coming to ask me for instructions?"
He slammed the table and cursed:
"Where are your fucking anti-aircraft missiles?"
"Pull it out and blow it up for me!"
