Azur Lane Mobile Front.

"This name feels a lot like something from a certain series, doesn't it?"

After they introduced themselves, "Good Guy Richard" began to kindly explain the current situation to the Purifiers.

Just as the Purifier was about to lose patience, something went wrong.

Suddenly, the "good guy Richard" in front of them began to slowly fade away.

Under the cover of black mist, a "clean" space suddenly appeared, which made people feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Along with the change in appearance, the voice of "Good Man Richard" also changed.

"Hey, hey, hey, human...did you see that?! I...I can't be seeing a ghost like you humans say, can I?!"

The Purifier's voice was trembling with tears after such a dramatic performance was staged on his face.

"I saw it, be quiet!"

Rob's voice came from the device on the Purifier's body.

What the Purifiers saw, Rob and the others naturally saw as well.

This phenomenon, which defies the laws of nature, caused a solemn expression to appear on the faces of everyone present.

"pat~"

Suddenly, a small sound rang out at the Purifier's feet.

It seemed as if something tiny had fallen to the ground.

Like a frightened bird, the Purifier immediately darted away a considerable distance.

"Human...human, I felt something move next to me just now!"

Unfortunately, Rob didn't hear that very faint sound.

"Keep quiet and don't let those things from outside in."

"You stay here and keep watch. I reckon that thing will reappear."

Since he didn't know what "Good Man Richard" he had just seen was, Rob simply called her "the thing".

"Huh?"

...

After dealing with the Purifiers, Rob immediately began discussing things with Zhenhai and the others.

"If our previous experience is correct, then good man Richard can only exist in the realm of consciousness."

What we just saw may have been a different kind of projection.

"I suspect it's because of these so-called 'contaminations' at the site."

Rob recalled his encounter with good man Richard when he was with the Northern Union.

Something similar seemed to permeate the vicinity of good man Richard.

However, at the time, everyone seemed to be focused on the black shockwave caused by good guy Richard.

Now that I think about it carefully, wasn't the pure black tornado behind her formed by the extreme condensation of this kind of fog?

"There must be other conditions."

"This level of pollution has never occurred before."

"However, we at Ironblood have encountered slightly milder cases in our previous experiments."

"However, we have never recorded this phenomenon before."

Frederick the Great also commented on Robb's analysis.

"At this point, all we can do is wait for her to reappear."

"Then, rush in and bring her out."

"Perhaps, by then, our speculations will come to a conclusion."

Chapter 514: Companies that specialize in attacking the "cockpit"

After "Good Man Richard" disappeared, the room where the Purifier was located fell silent.

The faint sound of footsteps not far from the door forced the Purifiers to fall silent.

However, this made her, who has a very cheerful personality, feel very uncomfortable.

With nothing to do, she plopped down on the ground, staring in the direction where "Good Guy Richard" had disappeared, silently waiting for him to reappear.

Rob and his group were also waiting.

However, beside Rob, Unicorn, Yorktown, and Richelieu were always ready.

As soon as the other party appears, he will rush over and bring "Good Man Richard" out.

...

While Rob was eagerly awaiting the reappearance of "Good Guy Richard," the White Eagles' rescue operation was also actively underway.

Having acquired protective equipment, the White Eagle forces were able to quickly evacuate the trapped personnel from the contaminated area after mobilizing sufficient resources.

As for the contaminated personnel, given their manic symptoms and excellent physical condition due to the effects of the contamination, trust the White Eagle forces; they have ample experience.

As for the ships trapped inside, those were all handled by the company.

"Alright, get some sleep!"

A contaminated ship, its attention drawn to the Fletcher-class destroyers, was completely unaware that a Hornet was behind it.

Several beams of light struck the ship's rigging from behind.

Even with the enhanced pollution, her ship equipment still couldn't withstand the firepower of the Koshi Gundam.

Her ship's equipment immediately showed signs of melting under this attack.

Then came several explosions.

However, the thick smoke that followed was not so noticeable against the backdrop of the black fog.

"on!"

Several Fletcher-class fighters seized the opportunity, accelerated, and rushed forward.

Through the smoke of battle, they decisively braced the ship.

The ship, whose hull was severely damaged by several beam rifle shots from Hornet, had lost consciousness.

Having successfully retrieved the target, Fletchers nodded to Bumblebee, then immediately took off and flew to the rear.

There, there will be dedicated personnel to handle issues related to these ships.

"Phew~ Sister Enterprise, I've landed another one here. How's it going on your end?"

"..."

"Fortunately."

Compared to the company's response, the problem she encountered was actually much more serious.

Because the area she was heading towards was in the direction of the port city's shipyard.

This area has the most ships.

At that moment, three trapped ships appeared before her.

If the company were to sink these three ships in front of it, given its current capabilities, it could probably do so in just half a minute.

However, injuring the opponent without actually endangering their lives is a skill in itself.

"Ugh, really, how did my other self manage to do that..."

Unlike Robb's company, Yorktown-level companies always go all out.

But it's clear that now is not the time to go all out.

Therefore, she especially missed the boat-making skills of her other self, which were considered exceptional.

"Ah... how about we ask her for advice next time we go?"

With a wry smile on his face, the Yorktown-class Enterprise maneuvered slightly in the air to evade the ships' attacks.

Holding its beam cannon, the Yorktown-class corporation felt something was wrong no matter how it aimed.

Because I always unconsciously move my crosshair to the vital positions of these ships.

"Tsk..."

If the problem lies in targeting, companies can still find ways to overcome it.

These ships, capable of scaling walls and leaping across rooftops, are now giving her a real headache.

Actually, in Yorktown's mind, there was an even simpler solution.

That means using melee weapons, getting right up to their face and slashing them; you can't afford to miss, can you?

However, as White Eagle ships, the Yorktown-class Enterprises and other White Eagle ships share a common flaw—they don't use melee weapons.

"Ah~ whatever!"

Companies that have racked their brains but have no good solutions seem to be giving up.

Raising her beam cannon, she once again aimed at the contaminated ships.

"I'm sorry, time is of the essence, and I don't have a better solution."

As she pulled the trigger, a scorching beam of light shone towards the ships.

[Hit the core area *12.]

Rob, who was still waiting for "Good Man Richard" to reappear, suddenly saw twelve black cards pop up in the system.

"Holy crap?!"

"Twelve cores, are they going all out to kill us?"

Robert was taken aback and quickly checked to see which cutie was using the black card.

Then, he saw the Hi-ν Gundam.

"I remember their mission was also rescue, right?"

"What did she do?"

Robert was somewhat bewildered by what his sister-in-law had done.

In one rescue mission, she played twelve black cards, and this was just the beginning.

Could she be a spy sent by the Sirens?

...

Yorktown-sized companies sighed.

She slowly descended from the sky, looking at the ships in front of her that were no longer able to rise.

“Fletcher, this is Enterprise. I have three ships that need to be moved.”

"Hmm...their situation is rather...critical, please speed things up."

After shutting down communications, the Yorktown-sized enterprise sighed again.

"Sure enough, next time I go there, I'll learn from her."

...

Upon receiving the company's message, Fletcher immediately took several of his sisters and headed towards the coordinates sent by the company.

"Hurry up, the company says those colleagues are in very bad shape."

As he traveled, Fletcher even pictured several heavily contaminated ships, each exhibiting various symptoms, in his mind.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but speed up again.

"Company, we've arrived! Where are you?!"

Upon arriving at the coordinates, Fletcher called the company again.

"I'm here!"

This time, the company didn't use a communicator; instead, they shouted directly from their throats.