Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Naples Bay Area, Sixth Fleet Naval Base.

The 1990s was the era when the Orzo Empire was at its peak, and it was the era when the New Roman Empire was about to be built.

The entire earth's oceans are the inner lakes of the empire, and the vast Mediterranean Sea where the city of Naples is located is only part of the jurisdiction of the Sixth Fleet of the empire's huge navy.

Being able to have the opportunity to control such a powerful force is naturally an honor that is unattainable for mortals.

However, on this day, the Commander of the Sixth Fleet, Vice Admiral Paladin Colt of the Imperial Navy, who was waiting at the Naval Headquarters in Naples, was not happy.

Because there is so much bad news today.

This lanky old man with gray hair on his temples and a ruddy complexion, wearing a neat uniform and a military star on his shoulders, was enjoying afternoon tea in his office, but a young officer who pushed in the door rudely interrupted his lunch break. .

Just when General Colt was about to calmly educate young people not to be careless and too impatient, this subordinate told him:

A Hornet crashed and landed in Naples.

It is said that many innocent citizens were killed.

This is big news.

Although it is currently at war with the Balkan Alliance, for the most powerful American army on earth, fighting here is as easy as traveling.

The plane that fell today was the first battle damage suffered by the US Army since the war began.

There is no way, accidents are inevitable.

General Colt could only send ground troops to the crash site for emergency investigation, while at the same time asking his subordinates in the office to help prepare a speech for reporters later:

My colleagues and I in the Sixth Fleet are deeply saddened by today's unexpected crash over Naples.

Lieutenant Sami is a typical representative of the spirit of rice fried rice. He dedicated his life to the just cause of spreading seed oil.

No, Lieutenant General Colt.

The subordinate corrected: It's not Lieutenant Sammy, it's Lieutenant Sam.

oh.

Colt responded casually, and recited eloquently: Lieutenant Sam is the spirit of orzo.

etc.

The subordinate corrected him again: Lieutenant General, you didn't hear clearly just now, Lieutenant Sam is not dead.

Huh? Not dead?

Colt frowned:

The pilot is not dead, but a lot of citizens are dead. When he is interviewed by reporters later, the scene may not be pretty.

This Lieutenant Sam brought him a lot of shit out of thin air, really.

Very good!

It's a blessing among misfortunes that our young man could save his life.

Colt wiped tears in front of several of his subordinates with an excited look on his face, making everyone deeply moved by this old general who loved his soldiers as much as his son.

Then, in this harmonious atmosphere

Even worse news reached General Colt’s ears:

What?

A transparent man-eating monster once appeared at the crash site of the fighter jet?

The remains of fighter jets that contain the core technology of the empire were all eaten by that monster?

He stared wide-eyed, as if he was listening to some fantasy.

After confirming several times that it was not April 1st a few days later, and learning that hundreds of survivors could provide testimony, General Colt finally reluctantly accepted this absurd fact.

Then, Colt, who calmed down, couldn't help but think of something:

A monster as transparent as a ghost is invisible to the naked eye, but it actually exists. Could it be that this is...

The legendary 'stand power'?

General Colt is not a stand-in messenger, but as a powerful person, he has enough authority and opportunity to understand the truth hidden behind the world.

substitute, substitute messenger, substitute ability

He knew more or less about these things that ordinary people had never heard of.

In fact, as an upper-class member of the empire, Colt also had many dealings with the Spitwagen (SPW) consortium, which was also an upper-class group.

Mr. Joseph Joestar, an executive of the SPW consortium and New York real estate tycoon, also talked and laughed with him in some social situations.

Many confidential projects in the empire are run and led by private consortiums, Colt vaguely remembered

It seems that the SPW Foundation has always been responsible for the research on substitute messengers and substitute abilities.

This kind of supernatural thing is not something our navy can solve.

How about calling and asking about the situation and asking Mr. Joseph to help with the investigation?

Colt thought so.

But at this moment, even worse news came:

Lieutenant General Colt!

The Vesuvius Institute of Volcano Geology sent news that they have detected abnormal geological activities underground in the volcano, and 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 the 44th year of this century.

Stationed under such a dangerous crater, the Imperial Navy must of course pay attention to the geological conditions of Mount Vesuvius at all times.

Volcano eruption?

Damn it. How come everything has come together in such a hurry!

General Colt looked a little unhappy:

Predicting the possibility of a volcanic eruption, they must retreat for safety.

But once such a huge fleet retreats and transfers, it will definitely greatly interfere with the established battle plan.

The previous problems of fighter planes crashing, wreckage disappearing, and monsters appearing have not yet been resolved, and now there is a once-in-a-century volcanic eruption.

Could this be any worse?

General Colt thought so

Immediately, another impatient young officer pushed open the office door:

Lieutenant General Colt, something bad is going on!

There was a bioterrorist attack in Naples!

The spread range of the 'poison gas' has reached three to four kilometers, and the number of casualties is incalculable!

What?!!

Colt was startled.

In his entire life, he has 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 and felt excited:

A biological attack!

what does that mean?

This means that the washing powder that the congressmen took out from their homes was actually hammered by terrorists who appeared out of nowhere!

With this account, the imperial army takes an absolutely righteous position.

If the casualties in the attack are heavy enough, the empire can take the opportunity to expand the scale of the war and create plenty of opportunities for hungry soldiers like them to make meritorious deeds.

Although Colt was already a high-ranking Vice Admiral, he still wanted to wear the five-star admiral's epaulettes.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and finally couldn't help but slap the table:

How hateful!

These inhumane lunatics are simply the public enemies of all mankind!

General Colt pursed his lips tightly, and two lines of tears of compassion flowed down his cheeks.

Everyone was affected by such a heavy atmosphere, and at the same time, they admired the Lieutenant General's pure humanitarian spirit.

And this time.

Even worse news is coming:

Lieutenant General Colt, something bad is going on!

A fourth impetuous young man broke in.

He was so anxious that he couldn't even stand still, so he opened his mouth and said a sensational news:

A helicopter of unknown origin is forcibly approaching our base!

Also, I don't know if it was because of the helicopter, but the 'poisonous gas' in Naples also drifted over!

A team of good guys who went out to patrol the military camp were poisoned in an urban area less than five kilometers away from the base!

W-what?

Colt's face instantly turned green.

He subconsciously ignored the fact that a group of soldiers were poisoned in the city. He was more concerned about:

The poison gas is already only five kilometers away from us?

Yes!

The subordinate gave an accurate answer.

Colt’s white elite, Old Money scholar-general temperament disappeared instantly:

Then why do you come here to ask me for advice?

He slammed the table and cursed:

Where are your fucking anti-aircraft missiles?

Pull it out and blow me up hard!