Can't Stop Drawing

North, Soviet.

"...The so-called ship girls are these things."

Colleagues from the Intelligence Bureau presented the collected information to the Chairman of the Soviet and many party leaders present.

On the projection, there are little girls one after another. They are young and beautiful, ranging from little guys in kindergarten to mature big sisters.

In addition to their beautiful appearance, these girls are all wearing a set of weapons called ship suits. Different ship types correspond to different ship suits. For example, a battleship has three main guns, and an aircraft carrier has a flight deck.

"That is to say, if what the people of the Gaia agency say is true, then our battleship will become such a little girl?" The chairman asked with a sullen face.

"Back to the chairman, it should be like this."

"What nonsense, how can the warships across the sea be such weak girls, they should be more majestic men!" The admiral slammed the table with a bang.

"Quiet, Comrade Witovsky, we haven't decided whether to cooperate with the Gaia agency." The chairman smiled and shook his head.

It seems that the chairman's words are meaningless, but judging from Admiral Witovsky's expression, I am afraid that this cooperation will not be fruitful.

Colleagues from the intelligence agency are already thinking about how to reject the people from the Gaia agency.

Chapter 279 Shipwreck

On the ocean, an ocean-going fishing boat dragged a long fishing net and sailed under the blue sky.

"John, it's time to set up the net!"

The crew standing at the stern looked at the tight fishing line, pressed the intercom switch on the chest, and shouted loudly.

"learn."

Soon, the motor started to rotate, pulling up the fishing nets that had sunk under the water surface, and dragging the fish they had caught during this period of time onto the boat.

Next, they will sort the caught fish into storage and freeze them.

When the cold storage on the ship is almost full, the ocean-going fishing boat will return to sell the hard-earned deep-sea fish for money.

Normally, a small ocean-going fishing boat less than [-] meters in size like them can catch small fish species that are not too big. They are not whaling ships, and they will not trouble those big guys. .

Only this time, they caught a strange thing.

"Captain, I think you'd better come to the deck to have a look. We caught a...strange thing." The crew member Bob stared blankly at the thing in the fishing net for tens of seconds before notifying them through the intercom the captain.

This thing is too weird, it's beyond Bob's ability to handle it.

"Strange thing? What strange thing? You didn't catch a whale cub, did you!?" There was an exclamation from the intercom, followed by the sound of thumping boots stepping on the iron ladder.

"Damn it, did we run into a group of whales again!? Can't be so unlucky! Hey, Bob, hurry up and put the thing back into the sea, do you hear... Hey, Bob, are you deaf? !? Heard the answer!"

The captain's chattering voice came over the intercom.

Bob swallowed, and turned on the intercom with some difficulty: "Captain, that's a... small sea monster."

"Sea monster? Sea monster—!? What are you talking about, Bob!! Don't scare me, Bob! Tell me it's not true!!"

"Unfortunately, Captain, this is the reality."

"Oh, damn it, damn it! How could we encounter a sea monster!" The voice on the intercom paused, "Bob, tell everyone to put on life jackets, find a place to fix themselves, we have to get out of here at full speed."

"Then what about the dead little sea monster?"

"Throw it away, lighten the load, and the fish on the deck don't need to be cleaned up, we have to go quickly! Before that angry female beast appears..."

Boom!

Before the words fell, the hull of the ship shook heavily, as if it had hit a reef on the bottom of the sea.

However, there are no islands in a radius of tens of nautical miles, and the average water depth is more than [-] meters. There is no reef where fishing boats can run aground.

Bob's face changed, and the captain screamed in the intercom.

"Bob, come on, let's go—!!"

With a sigh, the muscular Bob grabbed the cable beside him, turned on the full-channel broadcast of the walkie-talkie, and shouted loudly: "Hold on, everyone! Johnny, go three!"

"Bob, go three? We haven't determined the damage to the bottom of the boat, just in case..."

"There's no more time! Listen to me, go forward three times, let's go!" Bob lay on the side of the boat while shaking, and looked down at the sea below.

A huge black shadow is attacking the ocean-going fishing boat.

That's the mother of the little sea monster on the deck, or something like an elder. Human beings' understanding of sea monsters is limited to stories handed down from ancient times, and they don't know the specific ecology of sea monsters.

Moreover, the scientific community seems to be secretive about the existence of sea monsters, and always seals up the evidence taken by ships on long voyages, and even the evidence captured, as if they do not want the world to know the existence of sea monsters.

As a result, all the legends about sea monsters, and how to deal with them, are only passed down by word of mouth among sailors.

Looking back at the thing on the deck, Bob felt that he might not be able to go back today.

Among the fish shoals on the deck lay a strange creature.

It has a cow-like head with a pair of pointed horns that bend forward, and the mouth is densely lined with small sharp teeth, presumably it is meat-eating.

Its body is similar to that of a normal whale, and it also has a pair of large fins relative to its body to aid in swimming.

And the tail of this sea monster is not a normal cetacean's horizontal tail, or a shark's vertical tail, but a dozen tentacles covered with suckers, just like an octopus.

Such a thing that does not conform to biology, is it not a sea monster or something?