Commander's Anime Harem

"Colonel, we've passed several locations where submarine cables should be deployed, but we haven't found anything. I'm now wondering if the world situation has already broken out into a world war, and mutual destruction has begun." The combat intelligence controller said doubtfully, comparing the data on the computer. If it weren't for the fact that the submarine data and hydrological conditions matched Danna's database, he would have suspected that they had unknowingly traveled through time, just like in those Japanese novels he read when he was bored. But he knew it was impossible, right?!

But the submarine fiber optic cables that were supposed to be laid are now nowhere to be found. No matter how powerful Danna's strong artificial intelligence is, it must find an access point to invade the global network! This is not a fantasy work that can control the network out of thin air.

"Colonel, the water leak in the bottom cabin has been controlled and the damage control team has lost several people!"

"Colonel, the catapult passage is also leaking and could be damaged at any time!"

Theresa was disturbed by various problems. The best way now was to surface. Submarine needed maintenance and supplies. The submarine crew could not stand staying underwater for a long time. They had been drifting in the sea for more than two months before encountering today's incident. Many crew members were waiting to return to Mithril's secret base on Merida Island in the Pacific to rest today.

But the American fleet on the sea attacked the Son of Danu without any reason, which made Theresa confused. Now that she was a little safer, she remembered that Mithril had various PY transactions with the US government. If she could contact Mithril headquarters, perhaps she could escape the predicament of being chased by the anti-submarine fleet.

After communicating with all the officers again, Theresa decided to surface and discuss with the American fleet. Knowing the moral character of the American military, she was still cautious. She used the captain's authority to log into the supercomputer Danna and ordered that all personnel would be locked immediately after leaving the ship. The lock could not be released unless she personally verified it. For the US military, two hours later, the scarred Son of Danu was surrounded by the Pacific Fleet and taken back to Hawaii. However, they had no idea that their every move was clearly seen by the probe floating in low-Earth orbit, and all the images were transmitted back to the Glory of Hiigara.

After learning about the jump alarm, Xiao Renwu immediately returned to the combat command center of the Glory of Shigla, and naturally saw the whole process of the Son of Danu being taken away by the US military.

Everyone is well aware of the black technology on the Son of Danu. Just the three PS-type palladium reactor generator sets manufactured by Rolls-Royce in Full Metal Panic, and the propellers made of shape memory alloy (SMA) that can undergo reversible deformation to adjust the shape to keep the quietness and propulsion performance in the best state at all times, are enough to make people all over the world brained. It must not fall into the hands of the dog that is the United States.

Not to mention the importance of Theresa, the Whisperer, which far exceeds the existence of the above black technologies. She is the manufacturer. Although it is not known whether the Whisperer or the Listener can still hear the future technology of the Full Metal Panic Earth after moving to another Earth, Theresa's scientific research ability and her beauty are enough for Xiao Renwu to kill the Americans.

Xiao Renwu immediately issued an order, and the special forces stationed at the Hainan Space Base immediately set out to bring back Danu's son and all the people above him. He authorized the use of lethal force to destroy all military targets on the Hawaiian Islands, and not even a fly would be allowed to survive.

Chapter 64 Theresa's Dilemma

"Colonel, this is not your fault. Don't blame yourself." Richard Maducas, the British gentleman, held Therese's shoulders and comforted Therese, who was feeling sad and painful because she witnessed some crew members being hung in the port by the US Navy. Even though he had been on the battlefield for so many years, he never thought that he would travel to another world during a routine exercise.

If it weren't for the sight of the aircraft carrier docked in the harbor, equipped completely differently from the AS, the massive, 18-meter-tall, human-sized tactical aircraft, and the date November 2, 1979, written on the calendar of the hotel where I was staying, no one would believe they had traveled through time. Even novels wouldn't dare write about it, right?!

If he knew that this was the US military from another world, he would never agree to Theresa's plan to let the Son of Danu surface. But it was too late now. As officer representatives, they were controlled by the suddenly rising US military as soon as they set foot on the land of Hawaii. If Theresa had not been careful and locked up the Son of Danu, saving most of the crew members, the situation might have been even worse.

"Have you thought it over carefully, everyone from the Sons of Danu? You should know that this is no longer your world. If you want to repair the Sons of Danu, you must rely on us, the United States, to do it." The slightly squinting American naval intelligence officer sat on a comfortable sofa, slowly trimming his nails, blowing off the debris with his mouth, and advising the captain and deputy captain of the Sons of Danu. If it were not for the occasional screams from outside and the several armed soldiers behind the men, this scene would be more like a serious negotiation between the two sides rather than a naked threat.

The reason why the Americans were so eager to capture the Sons of Danu instead of taking their time to gain their trust was because they were afraid that the alien Xiao Renwu would snatch it from them. Who knows whether these guys who look like Chinese are using some high-tech to monitor global trends!

As a beacon of democracy that illuminates the entire human race, the U.S. Navy was too lazy to pretend and simply tore off the cloak of kindness. It arrested Therese and other senior officers of the Sons of Danube and placed them under house arrest in a luxury hotel in the Hawaiian Islands. They also tortured confessions from many of the Sons of Danube crew members who were also captured at the same time.

Most of the Mithril branches in Full Metal Panic act as the white gloves of the US government. It is the Western Pacific branch led by an outlier like Therese who feels that they are fighting for the ideal of saving mankind. In the original plot, the Sons of Danube were already unstable and fence-sitters, and they launched the Kowloon Invasion. Naturally, once the US military came to the fore, many of the Mithril troops were mercenaries themselves, and ideals could not be eaten, so some of them soon defected to the US military and told the US military all the key intelligence and performance of the Sons of Danube like beans from a bamboo tube.

Sir the way!

In order to survive in the new world, or to live more comfortably, the traitors, under the hateful eyes of their former comrades, revealed that Theresa was a whisperer and the scientist who led the transformation of the Son of Danu. Not only did she master black technology, but the opening of the Son of Danu also required her authorization.

The US military, eager to achieve results, could not wait to cruelly punish the crew members who did not submit to them. They stripped them of their shirts, tied them to the execution rack, exposed them to the sun, and then whipped them with whips dipped in coarse sea salt.

The long whip with dense spikes on the top was like a poisonous snake gnawing into the bones in the hands of the burly Marines. Every whip could scrape off a layer of flesh and blood, making the immobilized crew feel pain that penetrated their souls. However, they did not want to betray the princess they respected in their hearts, so they were forced to endure the inhumane treatment of the US military.

"Mr. Johnson, according to the Geneva Convention you can't treat... well!" Richard Maducas, who tried to stop the US military's atrocities, was ruthlessly knocked to the ground by the Marines' two-legged beasts before he could finish his words, with blood gushing from his mouth.

Although the battle-hardened second-in-command could dodge such an attack, Theresa was behind him, and he didn't want the rude American to hurt her, so he could only use his body to withstand the blow.

The old gentleman picked up his fallen hat and solemnly put it back on his head. His mouth moved a little, and he spat out a bloody tooth. With a contemptuous smile on his face, he looked directly at the naval intelligence officer and said with narrowed eyes, "Mr. Johnson, if you continue to beat me and my men, you will get nothing! I don't think you will be able to explain to your superiors."

"Pah!" Johnson slammed the cup off the table, spilling scalding coffee onto the carpet. Meeting the old gentleman's cold gaze, he gritted his teeth and retorted, "I don't need you otherworldly people to care about me. I only know that if you don't hand over Danu's son, no one will be able to protect you!"

"Or, hehe, I think Ms. Theresa doesn't have a boyfriend now." Johnson's angry expression disappeared, his squinting eyes seemed to widen a little, and he looked at Theresa's curvy figure under her military uniform unscrupulously.

"I have a lot of great guys here~"

The Marines behind Johnson, all with fierce looks, smiled meaningfully when they heard this. They all grabbed their training uniforms with both hands and pulled them hard.

"Tear—" Along with the sound of tearing cloth, these two-legged beasts revealed their solid muscles and looked at Therese, whose face was pale, eagerly, glancing at the straight and slender legs under her dress and spying on the fair and smooth skin above.

"If you hurt me, you won't get anything, Mr. Johnson. I am the most valuable of all. You don't want to be unable to obtain advanced technology for the United States, do you?"

To the surprise of the naval intelligence officer Johnson, the pale-faced Therese was not afraid of the lustful eyes of the soldiers behind him at all. She walked up to him and told him the core problem. Without Therese as the captain, there would be no way to obtain advanced technology. Even if the Son of Danu was obtained, the pollution problem of the palladium reactor would be enough for those local people to skin him alive.

The situation suddenly became deadlocked, and it was night time. The whipping sounds outside the window also stopped at the order of the superior.

On a little-noticed beach in the Hawaiian Islands, a dozen frogmen emerged silently from the sea.

“Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!”

A few inconspicuous sounds of submachine guns and subsonic bullets were fired, and the sentries and their patrol dogs fell to the ground under the cover of the gentle sea breeze and the waves crashing on the coast. Two shots to the chest and one to the head. Even the elites from the Navy SEALs could not make an adequate response under such superb and deadly cooperation.

Their bodies were quickly dragged into the bushes by the frogmen who came ashore. At the opposite corner of the view, the patrol dogs of another group of sentinels seemed to have heard the sound and were about to bark to alert their owners when a pair of arms in matte black combat uniforms suddenly stretched out from the darkness behind them. One hand grabbed the dog's mouth and twisted it off in an instant, while the other hand held a blade and accurately pierced through the gap between the ribs, twisting it and destroying the heart!

The patrol dog had lost its life due to pneumothorax caused by air entering the chest cavity and blood rushing into the trachea, and its neck had been twisted and broken. There was no way to resurrect it.

The last image in the dog's dull eyes was the limp corpse of its master, with whom it had lived day and night, being quickly dragged into the bushes by several special forces soldiers who were also wearing matte black combat uniforms and carrying night vision goggles that looked like netherworld fire in the dark night.

In just a few tens of seconds, only a few bloodstains were left on the beach, as if telling people what happened here, but they were soon completely buried and erased by the frogmen who came ashore later, leaving no trace.

"Eagle's Nest, AK12 has completed its mission and has eliminated the sentries. Over."

"AN94 has completed its mission and cleared the sentry. Over."

"Eagle's Nest received. Please continue the mission. Over."

"Received." Under the water of X2 Port, AK15 and RPK16 were using small submersibles to glide through layer after layer of anti-penetration nets like beautiful mermaids. The performance of humanoids far exceeding that of humans was fully utilized at this moment. The strict protection was useless in their eyes. Advanced computers could calculate the best passage path.

At the place where the first group of frogmen landed, dozens of small, round machines with short arms holding weapons, which looked quite cute and were only about ten meters long, walked onto the shore.

"Om-"

After receiving the order from the combat command center, the scarlet one-eyed monitors on the heads of dozens of small and cute machines instantly lit up and moved rapidly within their unique head structures.

Chapter 65: The End of the Old Gentleman

It was very different from the ordinary angular machines of the Federation Army. It was more like a round body of some marine turtle creature. The part at the front of the head, which was similar to a mouth, expelled the heat generated by the reactor. The orange-red shell on the right hand that protected the gun fell off and fell on the beach, making a loud noise. The scarlet light of the one-eyed monitor of the Turtle Tyrant, who was holding a modified Zaku machine gun, moved quickly in the cross-shaped eye sockets on the flat round head, to see if there were any lucky people coming to check the situation, and also waiting for the signal from the frogman troops in front.

When the US military's scheduled wireless communication time arrived, a large number of patrol teams and guard rooms that were silent for no reason suddenly realized something was wrong. At this time, AK12 and AN94 had already led a large number of special forces frogmen to successfully infiltrate the main buildings of the base and planted a large number of bombs in many key locations.

The radar station also detected the incoming missile, and the base alarm suddenly sounded. The soldiers were awakened and quickly put on their clothes and rushed to their posts. This showed that the Pacific Fleet still maintained extremely high combat capabilities even at home, unlike some troops in the original time and space who had fought too many security battles and returned home to participate in exercises. The blue team was much stronger by swaggering through the gate and entering the base.

"button--"

The people who just walked out of the barracks gate stepped on a landmine buried in the ground. A small, cute explosive was ejected and flew to the level of the person's waist. Before the soldiers could show expressions of despair and fear, it exploded.

Explosions rang out one after another throughout the base.

What makes weapons advanced is the concept. Even the old guys that have existed since World War II have unexpected advantages. The flying shrapnel is very despicable and specializes in attacking the lower body. After tonight, even if the soldiers are lucky enough not to die from aortic bleeding, they will say goodbye to their good brothers and can only see if they can find another job in Thailand.

"call out"

The missile that broke the sound barrier came flying with a unique whistling sound, but it did not rush towards important locations such as the oil depot and the warship berth in the base. Instead, it exploded directly over the base. It seemed that the fog similar to the heavy metal cloud of the MUV orbital airborne troops spread to the entire Hawaiian Islands.

"Hahahahaha, you bunch of beasts, cough cough cough..."

"Although I don't know who did it, you guys did a great job, great job!"

The crew members of the Sons of Danu who were hung in the harbor and subjected to flogging ignored their scarred bodies and mocked the Marines who were afraid that the incoming missiles were biological weapons. They laughed heartily with tears in their eyes. Even though their hearts were broken, they still tried their best to laugh at these inhuman beasts.

Then close your eyes and wait for the final end.

But when they opened their eyes again, they did not go to hell to reunite with their dead comrades. Instead, they were let down by a group of frogmen, who put oxygen masks on them and left. Only a group of mercenaries wearing only shorts were left standing confusedly in the war-torn port.

"Do they look down on us?" A mercenary glanced at the firearms abandoned by the fleeing Marines at the port. He felt something was amiss. "No, we are more than a dozen battle-hardened men! Just because you put us down, does that mean we are good people?"

"Whatever! Brothers, follow me to rescue the Colonel!!!"

The handsome young killer Cruz Weba picked up an assault rifle, loaded it with a click, and led the charge into the base.

"Oh yes, saving our Colonel is the real thing!"

The surviving crew members armed themselves and followed Cruz's footsteps into the base, determined to rescue their princess!

Time goes back to before the explosion, when Theresa and Johnson were in a stalemate.

The sudden, repetitive explosions startled Johnson and his men. Who would dare to attack the Pacific Fleet's headquarters?!

Even more terrifying was that after the missile exploded over the Hawaiian Islands, it spread a fog-like material that enveloped the entire naval base. Under the interference of high-concentration Minovsky, the radio was severely affected, resulting in no way to seek external support. The tactical aircraft system in the base was also burned out and could not be started at all, and the tactical aircraft performing missions in the periphery fell into the sea like dumplings.

When Johnson and his men were all looking at the flames rising into the sky outside the window in confusion, the old gentleman seized the opportunity.

He instantly locked onto Johnson's body like a tiger descending from the mountain, his left hand around his neck, and quickly picked up the knife on the table with his right hand to hold it against his neck. He dragged Johnson, who had his hands raised, to the window, using Johnson as a shield to block the Marines' guns, protecting most of his body and Theresa.

After doing all this, the old gentleman hid his head behind Johnson's body and threatened the Marines who were aiming their guns. "Gentlemen, if any of you try to make any rash moves, believe me, I will definitely kill this squinty-eyed fat guy before I die. Now! Lower the muzzle of your gun, immediately."

Even in such a situation, Maducas' voice was flat, as if the person being pointed at by the black muzzles of more than a dozen guns was not him. In order to prove that what he said was true, he gently pushed the knife with his thumb, and the sharp edge of the blade caused blood to seep out of the skin on the thick neck of Johnson, who had always lived a life of luxury and was fat and white.

The old gentleman's move was so fast that before Johnson could react, the situation had reversed. In order to save his own life, he could only shout to his men, "Calm down! Don't be impulsive! Everyone, put down your guns!"

The Marines lowered their guns, but still vigilantly blocked the only exit, completely extinguishing Madukas's attempt to take Theresa hostage and escape.

"Throw a gun over here, no tricks!"

At Johnson's signal, the bipeds threw an assault rifle over. Madukas watched their every move closely and used his foot to push the gun behind him. Theresa quickly picked up the gun and after confirming that there was no problem with the assault rifle according to the standard gun inspection procedure, she immediately loaded the gun with a click and prepared for a desperate fight.

Before Madukas could come up with a new plan, a loud explosion was heard. It should be the explosion of the navy oil storage tank. The powerful shock wave swept across the base. The hotel they were in was naturally not spared. The violent shaking made everyone unstable.

Severe pain spread from his abdomen. The old gentleman never expected that the fat man who looked like a disgrace to the military would attack at this time. When the explosion made it impossible for everyone to stand firmly, Johnson's fierce elbow hit Madukas' spleen directly, and then stepped on him hard with his military boots inlaid with steel plates.

Although the move was very crude, it was very effective. The intense pain forced Madukas to loosen his left hand around Johnson's neck. The fat man risked scratching the aorta in his neck and rolled to the side flexibly. He covered his bleeding neck with his hands to avoid excessive blood loss, and rushed back to the crowd of Marines in embarrassment.

"Bang bang bang!"

Theresa pulled the trigger first, and her incredibly accurate bursts of fire hit several Marines who were unable to react in time.

Before the Marines could fight back, all the lights in the hotel went out with a bang. The power outage caused the room to be plunged into darkness. The two sides, who were not equipped with night vision goggles, engaged in a melee. Flames burst from the muzzles of their guns flashed by, and bullets flew all over the room.

Knowing that he would definitely die if he continued like this, Madukas hugged Theresa, broke the window, and jumped down from the fourth floor. He used his body as a cushion to ensure that Theresa landed safely on the ground.

"Colonel, run... cough... cough... run!"

The old gentleman coughed and pushed Theresa to escape quickly. Even though the height of the fourth floor was cushioned by the green lawn below, the most fatal thing was that the color of his clothes became darker and darker.

There was no shelter in the room, not to mention that this was the real world. Unless the sofa was made of solid concrete, it could not protect against bullets at all. So Macadus used his body as a shield in the dark to block the bullets. Now, falling from a high place was almost exhausting his vitality.

Theresa didn't care about being sad, she could only wipe away the tears that kept coming, stumbled, picked up the gun and ran towards the port.

The old gentleman watched Therese stumbling away and closed his eyes with relief. At the last moment of his life, he closed his eyes with the regret that he had not found a suitable person to take care of Therese, who had poor motor nerves and was prone to falling.

Richard Maccadus, one of the few traditional soldiers in the Mithril Organization, an outstanding deputy captain of the Sons of Danu, and a British gentleman who liked puzzles and number games, ended his legendary life on Earth in another world.

End of Chapter 66

In the Hawaiian Islands, the U.S. Pacific Fleet base lost its power supply. Even if the remaining light source was detonated and the oil depot burned fiercely, the flames rising into the sky could be clearly seen even by the indigenous people on the other side of the island.

"Tum! Tum! Tum!"

The muzzle flame of the 120mm Zaku machine gun danced in the darkness, and the metallic shells flew out of the ejection port like water. The smoke accompanied by the thick short shells spiraled across the night sky one after another, and would not stop until a small hole was made in the concrete floor.

The hot bullet flew out of the muzzle, following the direction marked by the Turtle Overlord fire control system, penetrating the thick concrete wall. Human muscles, fat, skin fragments, and cloth exploded into an indescribable mass under the powerful firepower.

Although the Marines had high tactical skills, their heavy firepower was basically paralyzed. Tanks, armored vehicles, and tactical aircraft were either blown up by the infiltrated special forces or blown up by a missile as soon as they were started. There were as many as 50 special warfare turtle bosses who were killing anyone they saw in the base with impunity. No, every place marked by VEDA should be strafed with 120mm Zaku machine guns.

Cruz and his team squatted obediently in the harbor, watching more special warfare turtles crawl out of the sea to clear the American troops on the warships, not caring at all that the warships they were shooting at cost tens of millions of dollars, and happily making holes in the hulls of modern warships with thin skins and large fillings.

They originally wanted to go inside the base to rescue the colonel, but they were stopped by the frogmen on the way, who said that there was a war zone ahead and troops had already gone to rescue people.

At this time, some mercenaries were dissatisfied, saying that after all, I had crawled out of a pile of dead bodies, and I must go and save the colonel myself!

But when he was still bragging about how powerful he was in the past, a special warfare type Turtle King happened to pass by, picked up a Zaku machine gun and smashed an M1A1 main battle tank in the distance into a pile of scrap metal. The deafening gunshots immediately made the mercenary stop and dared not make a sound.

The surviving crew members of the Son of Danu who came ashore were temporarily recruited, their guns were collected, and they were all placed in a safe harbor. The injured also received some treatment. The only drawback was that the smell of the fuel leaking from the sunken warship in the harbor and the smoke from the exploding ammunition on board was not pleasant. However, the mercenaries who were already accustomed to the battlefield had long been accustomed to it and found a safe place to lie down and rest.

The ten-meter-tall Turtle King was like a demon on the battlefield filled with sparks and smoke. The Zaku machine gun in his hand was firing at any place where there were American soldiers. Although it was 120mm short-barreled high-explosive ammunition, the American soldiers who had lost a large number of heavy weapons were suffering terribly from the explosion. Anyone who showed up would be faced with a series of attacks.

In fact, Xiao Renwu underestimated the combat effectiveness of MS, or overestimated the combat effectiveness of the US military. It was a complete overuse of resources to send one hundred special warfare types to Hawaii on special transport submarines.

The US military on MUV Earth did not have a very tight defense like the Pacific Fleet in the original time and space. Even a fly had to be judged by its gender. Not to mention that after the beta invasion, the attention of America's enemies shifted to how to deal with the invaders. Even most of the national strength was invested in the army and air force, the ocean-going navy, and even the nuclear submarine project, which was the country's most important weapon, was basically cut. Although the United States was still thinking about how to cause trouble and kill other countries, its focus was still on the research and development of tactical aircraft and G-bombs.

Therefore, when heavy equipment such as tactical aircraft were basically scrapped by a jammer bomb, the US military, which had never encountered, or never thought that they were so awesome, that there were countries on Earth that could use electronic jamming, and had never encountered Minovsky particles, which could be called a large-scale EMP large-scale interference, was still in a state of confusion, just like the Earth Federation Army when it encountered the double punch of Minovsky particle jammers and MS for the first time.

While the survivors hiding in the ruins were shivering and praying to God not to let the shells hit their heads, a unique Turtle King, guarded by three Zaku machine guns, stood on a relatively clean cement road. The enhanced head warning detection equipment on its back was like a night vision goggles put on by human special forces. Under the operation of the system, the enhanced head warning detection equipment was loaded on the monitor position of the Turtle King. An X-shaped light flashed, and a mechanical arm extended from the Turtle King's backpack and extended a probe to the ground.

"jump!"

As the explosive bolt pushed forward, the entire probe rushed into the ground, and the invisible pulse scanned the entire island layer by layer underground.

The radar on his left arm unfolded, and the pilot pulled the device from behind and put it on his head, marking all the lucky survivors in the battle zone data link.

The turtle bosses who were searching for survivors followed the marks to find those poor lucky ones.

I don't know whether it was lucky or unlucky, but the person who killed Richard Macadus hid in the hotel that had become a ruin, huddled in a room that had not completely collapsed, silently praying for God's blessing, while his men had long been blown to ashes by the Turtle Tyrant.

"Damn it! Why can't this crappy satellite phone get through!" Johnson was no longer as relaxed as before. He angrily slapped his only life-saving straw, a black satellite phone that was as big as a brick. As a naval intelligence officer, he was naturally equipped with very advanced communication equipment in that era.

There was no response at all. The satellite phone actually turned into a plate, which made Johnson so anxious that he almost jumped up. He huddled in the corner and waited in despair, thinking that Hawaii was the most important military base in the United States. The battle had been going on for half an hour. Maybe there were rescue teams on the mainland ready to rescue him soon.

He could only lean against the wall helplessly and wait for the rescue team.

But Mr. Johnson's luck had already run out after he found a safe hiding place. With the help of several Captain-type Turtle Tyrants, Xiao Renwu's special forces soon discovered this lucky guy, or rather, the unlucky guy.