"The British need to know... The British..."


    General Smith is changing ships and Lorraine is upset.


    In his opinion, the most unpleasant thing about politicians is that in their basic cognition, friends are not trusted, but only allies are trusted.


    Because allies are connected by common interests, and interests are the strongest thing in the world and the supporting point of rationality.


    Lorraine doesn''t object to this view, just think


    "In the case of insufficient temptation, occasionally... Friends can be trusted?"


    "I don''t think if you don''t trust it, the American fleet will probably not appear in this strange distribution."


    "Huh?"


    The sound came from behind, in other words, from the nipton.


    Lorraine looked back with a smelly face: "unexpectedly, Mr. gambler still has the bad problem of listening to people at the root of the wall, Emmons..."


    The plural thin strips on the sleeve pattern are missing and replaced by simple thick bars and starflowers.


    This is the most surprising discovery for Lorraine today: "did you screw up your job but get a promotion? It seems that Baron Tavistock really likes you, brigadier general."


    Emmons didn''t care about Lorraine''s anger, and his face maintained the ironic expression of not beating.


    "Ah, under the command of your Excellency the general, it has always been an iron credit to create opportunities for brothers to get together. My promotion belongs to accumulating merit and being rewarded. In nature, it is completely different from those shameless people who fight for supremacy by flattering their superiors."


    "You are really different from ordinary shameless people." Lorraine raised his feet, turned around and turned away.


    The feeling of discomfort is stronger


    On the other side of Valkyrie''s side, the captain was taken away and the command flag was assigned. The Adams was busy disconnecting from Valkyrie.


    What General Smith said was hard to hear. To be more accurate, all the members of the presidential security office, including General Smith, did not trust Lorraine or any crew on valkiri all the way.


    But at the moment of disembarkation, Smith bowed to Lorraine from a distance. Lorraine saw this scene, so she knew that Smith probably didn''t care whether Lorraine saw it or not.


    Less than half an hour later, the sea ladder began to disintegrate. The shortest Adams drifted away along the radial arc, and soon joined the American fleet moored in the distance.


    That''s what Emmons calls "weird distribution".


    With Valkyrie as the center, the six warships set the relative position of the Nippon in the direction of the ocean current, less than one kilometer away from the connecting sea area. At first glance, it seems to hide in the shadow of Valkyrie. Even if the Nippon shows its fangs, they can take Valkyrie as a cover from damage.


    However, Smith has made clear the purpose of the gathering of the American fleet.


    When they need to play a role, valkiri must have betrayed the United States.


    But when Lorraine really changed the side, their formation would turn them into targets for valkiri. Before they got enough action power, acharin''s artillery and valkiri''s firepower could easily smash half of them. Even if they turned 32 pounds into 18 pounds for foreign publicity, their loss would not be too small.


    In other words, the reason for the gathering of American ships is trust, and the purpose is distrust. As for whether it is trust or distrust, Lorraine guesses that they can''t even tell it by themselves.


    "Do you want to kindly remind them?"


    Lorraine thought maliciously. Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. Someone was approaching, with heavy footsteps and slow pace.


    With a clang, he pulled the knife out of the scabbard and waved it to the figure behind him. In a moment, the blade stopped at Emmons''s neck with a Shua.


    Emmons was too frightened to move.


    "Yes... Mr. President, you seem... A little grumpy today?"


    "Killing one or two admirals who are good at boarding civilian ships is not a bad temper. It''s you. Are Americans too weak? I find you somewhat complacent."


    The killing intention is true


    Emmons swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Mr. President, I know the feeling of being caught in the middle is very bad. I can''t get trust and response. But think about it from another angle. Don''t you think this is the position that businessmen dream of? Don''t businessmen always pursue an absolutely neutral position?"


    "You are really good at guessing people''s hearts..." Lorraine took a step closer with the knife. "Unfortunately, it seems that you guessed wrong this time."


    "Your excellency wants to see you!" Emmons corrected with the fastest speed. "No, he met you! It was in order to adjust your schedule that he planned this meeting on the high seas!"


    The agitation dissipated and Emmons hit the core this time.


    It was Shaq who really upset Lorraine.


    A few days ago, when Lorraine was under Shaq''s control, whether valkiri went north, or became a ship in Washington, and perhaps the next trip to Boston


    With a clang, the long knife returned to its sheath.


    Lorraine glanced at the tall Neptune from the corner of her eye. "If the noble Baron wants to see me, just say it. Why do you have to do so many troublesome things in a roundabout way?"


    "The North American fleet was founded. Your Excellency, the general, doesn''t have much free time. He probably wants to deal with many things at the same time."


    "A lot of things... That is, I''m likely to say goodbye to my American friends in advance?"


    "The general will persuade the Americans to transfer, which doesn''t need you to worry about." Emmons straightened his disordered collar. "By the way, Mr. President, how''s bell Judea?"


    "The helmsman will lock the helm and rest after connecting. He should be in the canteen now, but I''m not going to allow you to see him."


    "We don''t need to meet. We''re not such good friends." Emmons smiled and waved his hand. "I''ve clearly forwarded your invitation. Please tell Mr. bell Judea for me. I''m deeply sorry to learn that he hasn''t been defeated by suspicion."


    "I''ll convey it," Lorraine said expressionless. "And please tell the Baron that he''s getting more and more childish after not seeing him for a few years."