Azur Lane Mobile Front.

This communicator is an incredibly expensive gadget produced by the system.

Only the communicators produced by the system can work properly in the current environment.

Otherwise, such an environment with a massive amount of GN particles and rice grains would be too difficult for communication devices.

Saratoga also has a similar device.

"Hey, Dean Sarah, I've got everyone under control. Call someone over as soon as possible!"

...

Next, we just have to wait for things to finish in Saratoga.

"Commander, are you really going to go to other worlds to look for traces of the past?"

Seeing that Rob was free again, the businesses gathered around.

She snuggled into Rob's arms and curled up close.

"Yes, of course I'll go."

"Anyway, we were going to other worlds to settle scores with the Sirens anyway, so finding so-called traces is just a side quest along the way."

"Oh, right~"

It was only then that the company remembered that Rob had said long ago that he was going to go to other worlds to continue fighting the Sirens.

"Child, if you want to go to other worlds to find the truth."

"I suggest you postpone it for a while."

Frederick the Great, who had been mostly silent on the ship, came over at that moment.

"In my plans, traveling to other worlds is also imperative."

“But, child, because of your arrival, I have changed my plans.”

"Oh~ how so?"

Since he had nothing better to do, Rob decided to listen to what the other party had to say.

"There are still too many hidden elements of unease."

"And you, my child, are now the center of the world."

"Once the news of your departure spreads, those hidden things will take this opportunity to surface."

"At that time, the complete Azur Lane you envisioned will suffer another huge blow."

Upon hearing this, Rob raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't that perfect?"

"Oh~"

Robb's words once again brought a look of surprise to Frederick the Great's face.

"It seems that you already have a complete plan, child."

"Not yet, but it's almost done."

Of Frederick the Great's words, only he himself knows how many were true and how many were false.

Chapter 520: Someone Wants to Steal Our Home

Upon receiving the message from Robo, Saratoga quickly mobilized a large number of rescue troops to the scene.

As expected of the former strongest faction, the White Eagles certainly have the resources to back it up in terms of sheer size and influence.

"Once we enter the designated area, our communications may be subject to severe interference."

"So, we must not get separated."

"All squads must maintain a line of sight that allows them to see the other two squads!"

Inside a rescue vehicle, the commander of the White Eagle Rescue Team is making final arrangements.

Because of the quantum dispersion in New Jersey, conventional communication devices will inevitably malfunction once they get close to a certain range.

Although Rob has a dedicated communication device.

However, Rob only equipped Saratoga, the companies there, and Bumblebee with this ridiculously expensive stuff.

Fletcher and the others didn't receive this treatment.

...

"Commander, the White Eagles have arrived."

On the Gamma, Zhenhai informed Rob of the arrival of the White Eagle rescue force.

"I understand. Tell them to hurry up."

"New Jersey won't last much longer."

In fact, New Jersey has been resting for quite some time now.

Currently, it is actually unicorns that are keeping the contaminated population from moving around recklessly.

Even with OOQ, something like trans-am cannot last long.

However, the dispersed GN particles do not dissipate so easily.

This saved the unicorn a lot of trouble.

"By the way, Miss Feilong, do you think we should inform your husband to be prepared?"

"Hey, don't be so formal!"

Feilongmeta waved his hand, his demeanor seemingly a stark contrast to his appearance on the battlefield.

At one point, Rob even thought she had a mental breakdown.

Then Rob thought about it again. She was a meta ship, so it was normal for her to have some illnesses, so he didn't investigate further.

"Yes, but we'll need your assistance to deploy the singularity in the air."

Feilong Meta lowered his head and thought for a while, concluding that his boss probably hadn't unlocked the ability to fly yet.

Even if she could overturn a continent with a wave of her hand right now.

"I'll take care of that~"

Yorktown seems to have unlocked a new interest since taking on a corporate meta.

Before Robert could even speak, she stepped forward and declared that she would take on the task.

Rob turned to look at Yorktown, who was all smiles, shrugged, and said nothing.

What else can we do with our own Oathship ships?

"Ah, then there's no problem."

Although when my eldest son came back before, he seemed a little off.

But what does that have to do with the Flying Dragon Meta? Anyway, it's not like she's going to open the Singularity later.

...

Just as Rob was preparing to use a "vacuum cleaner" to remove the black fog causing the pollution, the rescue operation on the White Eagle side was also underway.

Because once you enter this area, all communication will have to be done by speaking.

After wearing protective gear, the sound didn't travel as far.

Therefore, the rescue operation is not progressing particularly quickly.

Fortunately, all the rescue targets remained motionless in place.

The rescue team simply towed it up and loaded it onto the truck.

The long rescue operation has left both the personnel and the ships involved in the operation looking exhausted.

This means the source of pollution has been eliminated.

Otherwise, this batch of rescue troops alone would have caused countless problems.

However, even so, some people seem to have no interest in the trapped people at all.

Or rather, their perspective was completely different from Saratoga's.

...

In a manor somewhere in the White Eagle interior, several neatly dressed humans were gathered together.

Some of them were over fifty, while others looked to be just over thirty.

However, without exception, judging from their clothing and accessories, they were all extremely wealthy.

"The ships' previous actions have indeed caused us considerable losses."

"The manpower and resources required to plant our people at the highest level are unimaginable."

A human holding a wine glass took a sip of the red wine and spoke slowly.

He swirled the wine glass, the crimson liquid sloshing around inside, just like fresh blood.

"However, a ship is still just a ship."

"They chose to prioritize dealing with the experimental accident, but that also gave us enough time, didn't it?"

Another human picked up the conversation and added.

He extended his wine glass, clinked it against the man's glass from a distance, and then took a small sip of the wine.

"That's right, and you can all take a look at this."

A rescue intelligence report from the front lines appeared on the table at that moment.

"A large portion of those rescued are expected to be unable to recover."

"If the ship owners want to give the public an explanation, they must come up with a corresponding solution."

“Originally, if this task were entrusted to us, we could have obtained satisfactory results simply by using up more ‘guinea pigs’.”

At this moment, another middle-aged man with a full head of blond hair joined in.

"But now, all of this is left to the ships to do."

"If they want to achieve a cure, they will inevitably need to conduct certain experiments on these people."

"When we obtain their experimental procedures, that will be the time for our counterattack."

"That's right, by then it will be time for us to teach these ships a lesson."

"Public opinion should be used in this way."

After saying that, the human raised the wine glass in his hand.

"To all of you, and to the world that will surely belong to humankind."

...

Saratoga and her team, busy on the front lines of the rescue effort, were unaware that, at that very moment, behind the scenes, those vested interests hidden within the headquarters were plotting a counterattack.

The people evacuated from the contaminated area showed no improvement whatsoever after receiving treatment.

Their brains seemed to have been under high overload for a long time.

Now, depending on the extent of contamination, the brain function of these contaminated individuals is affected in different ways.

"Ugh... this is a real problem!"

Looking at the report that had just been delivered, Saratoga couldn't help but scratch his head.

"Goddess of the Hearth, what do you think?"

"Huh? Well, although I'm a repair ship, my main job is to heal ships."

Regarding human beings, if you ask me, I also...

"Ah!!! Sarah knows, but Sarah really has no other choice!"

Saratoga scratched his head vigorously, seemingly resigned to his fate.

"Um...whether it's humans or ships, we need to find a way to cure it."

"I'm afraid they all need a certain amount of... experience..."