Hurry up, hurry up! The submarine will be here soon. Everyone, hurry up. We don't have much time. The captain of Barbie kept urging his men to hurry up.
Under the captain's command, the sailors were busy pouring buckets of red liquid into the designated positions. A tall sailor covered his nose and said, "Who the hell came up with this stupid idea? We can't sleep in the middle of the night.
Why are you shouting so loudly? Lower your voice. If the captain hears you, we'll be in trouble. " Another fat sailor waved his hand at the tall sailor, signaling him to stop talking.
"What's wrong? Can't you even complain a little?
Stop talking and get to work. Look at the time, and you still have the mood to talk? " The two men looked back and saw that the captain was standing beside them. They were so scared that they didn't dare to make a sound. After the captain walked away, the tall sailor started cursing again.
"Stop cursing. Don't you know that you've wronged the captain? He has a purpose for asking us to do these things tonight. Hmph, what purpose? He's just looking for an opportunity to punish us. Hmph, that must be it. Ever since we came here, we've had nothing to do but train those NY Marines. We're bored to death.
Every day, besides playing cards and gambling, we're looking for opportunities to go ashore and look for beauties. I've had enough of this kind of life! Hey, hey, hey, if you say anything bad about the captain again, I'll beat you up! " Hearing this, the tall sailor was a little angry. "Damn, we've known each other for a long time. How long has it been since we were in high school? What did the captain give you? You're speaking up for him. "
The fat sailor spat in disdain. "What can I get out of this? Tomorrow, everyone will get something. Do you know why I said that? "
Seeing the tall sailor scratching his head in confusion, the fat sailor laughed. "Forget it, I'm not going to joke with you. You can't go around talking about what I'm going to tell you. If anyone who has nothing to do with this finds out, we're dead meat. You have to swear before I say anything!"
"Okay, okay, why are you swearing? Hurry up and say it." "No, you have to swear. If you don't swear, I won't say anything." "Okay, I swear. My name is Kadie, and I swear to God that if I reveal what my brother said," What did he say? Then God will punish me, oh, no. It should be Satan who came to punish me and send me to hell!
After seeing his brother swear, the fat sailor heaved a sigh of relief and began to tell his brother the details of the operation. Our operation was ordered by the NY President, and the purpose of this operation is to frame the opposing forces. How can we listen to those monkeys? We are Americans!
The tall sailor was a little anxious. Don't worry, let me finish first. This operation has been approved by some of the US Army representatives stationed in NY, as well as the NY embassy! As for why we agreed and the consequences of agreeing, it's not something we soldiers know. Do you know that we're going to be rich this time?
For the success of this operation, the President of New York has provided $12000000, of which $7.8 million is for the Navy, which means that $7.8 million is for this destroyer and the submarine that will be coming later.
Is it true? That's great, why didn't you tell me earlier! The tall sailor was so excited that he almost jumped up. I can't go around talking about this. The fat sailor looked like he was wronged.
Hey, you're right, these things can't be talked about. By the way, have you thought about how you're going to spend the money in the future? As the two of them talked, time passed by minute by minute.
Barak was 37 years old and was the captain of the destroyer USS Barbie.
He joined the ship at the age of 19 and had been a soldier for 18 years. He had never been involved in such a strange mission, but he knew his position. Even if he had any objections, he had to accept it. He was now patrolling the hull to make the final preparations for the mission. How are the actors? They're ready, don't worry, Captain!
This time, they're all disabled veterans of World War II. I've already told them, and they know what to do. After the explosion, they'll be lying in their designated positions. However … Captain, I don't mean to be harsh, but the blood used by the actors is too fishy. Why don't we use better plasma?
Captain Barak sighed. There was nothing he could do about it.
I've mentioned it to the Army before, but the answer I got was that the cost of using plasma is too high. It's better to use cheap pig's or cow's blood instead. Besides, even if it's not human blood, it doesn't matter. I don't believe that anyone would be stupid enough to expose it.
How's the preparation of the damage management? Have you poured gasoline on the important areas? Have you emptied the materials and ammunition? After these questions were answered, Barak heaved a sigh of relief. With a snap, he lit a cigarette for himself. He had just taken a few puffs when he suddenly thought of something. Tell those reporters that they can take pictures of the places that they should take pictures of, but they shouldn't take pictures of the places that they shouldn't take pictures of. Most importantly, they shouldn't spread rumors. Yes, Captain!
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