Azur Lane Mobile Front.

Rob looked puzzled.

He was just thinking about something else.

As for his action of looking around, it was merely a subconscious action made out of the insecurity brought about by the unfamiliar environment.

Seeing Rob looking at him blankly, the Soviet Union's face also showed a hint of confusion.

"That shouldn't be the case... According to the survey, this should be the type the Commander likes, right?"

Although the Soviet Union tried to lower its voice, the close proximity allowed Rob to hear everything clearly.

"Wait, what did you just say? What... what's my type?"

Hearing something ominous from the other person made Rob immediately stop thinking.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Commander, this was just some of our previous investigation."

"The goal is to find the type you prefer from the Commander's sworn ships and then make the appropriate arrangements."

"Based on the survey results, the commander seems to prefer more mature women."

"Among all your oath ships, only Miss Unicorn is relatively young."

"so..."

Now that Rob had overheard it, the Soviet Union no longer intended to hide anything.

She directly discussed Rob's "XP" problem with him face to face.

This is undoubtedly a very dangerous situation for Luo.

"Stop...stop talking!"

Even Rob felt embarrassed discussing the "XP" issue in front of so many people.

However, the Soviet Union, which was always serious but also a little bit naive, had no intention of letting the topic go.

"However, judging from the commander's performance just now, it seems that he is not very satisfied with the ships present?"

"Should I call Comrade Tashkent and the others over?"

"You should know that Comrade Tashkent himself was very resentful about not being selected for the list."

"It seems you've captivated her at some point, Commander~"

As he listened to the Soviet Union talking at length about its "XP" problem, Rob kept his head down.

If it weren't for the circumstances, he would really want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into right now.

"No, we really don't need this!"

To prevent a larger social disaster from occurring, Rob stopped the other person from getting up to call for help.

He realized that she was serious about the Soviet Union.

If Rob had hesitated even for a moment, Tashkent would have been summoned.

Rob didn't dare to imagine what would happen next!

Holding his head in his hands, Rob looked toward the Soviet Union.

"I agree to this in principle. But could you give me a little more time?"

"This is definitely not something that's easy to do, right?"

"..."

The Soviet Union stared blankly at Rob, seemingly pondering how to continue persuading him.

At that moment, Soviet Belaros walked over.

She bent down and turned Rob's head so that their faces were facing each other.

Because of her movements, coupled with the daring low-cut design of her dress, a deep cleavage was created on the chest of the Soviet Belaros.

Those pristine white polar "icebergs" seem to tell a story of endless beauty and people's yearning for life.

"Commander, actually, you don't have to make a choice."

"what?"

"Hehe, Commander, you can actually choose everyone~"

Chapter 774: A Narrow Escape from Death - Mr. Luo

After listening to the other person's words and feeling the warm, moist scent of wine on his face, Luo Bo couldn't help but swallow.

Judging from the burning light in the eyes of the ships around him, Rob had no doubt that if he nodded at this moment, this banquet hall would immediately transform into a scene of debauchery.

These women from the Northern Union are serious!

"No, no, no, this is really inappropriate."

Breaking free from the other person's hands, Rob leaned back as far as he could and shook his head.

However, Rob overlooked one problem.

It wasn't just people ahead of him approaching.

As he leaned back against the sofa, he immediately felt his head being enveloped by two plump, round balls of flesh.

A pair of slender arms wearing silk gloved gloves wrapped around him from behind.

"Commander, you need to know."

"No matter who you choose, we have already chosen you."

Kronstadt's voice sounded from behind his head, and a warm breath brushed against his ear, making Rob feel a little ticklish.

It appears that the person currently providing Rob with "brainwave" services is none other than the head of the Northern Union intelligence agency.

The overly soft touch momentarily stunned Rob.

Fortunately, the ship facilities in Robo's port area are quite good, and Robo has enjoyed similar services many times.

So he quickly broke free from that intoxicatingly gentle world.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of soft, slightly trembling hands grasped his palm.

Rob turned his head and saw the Soviet Union sitting beside him, its cheeks flushed.

A small object, probably made of metal, was handed to Rob's palm.

The temperature emanating from it told Rob that this item had previously been kept close to someone's body.

As Rob opened his palm, he looked closely and discovered that it was a key.

"This is the key to my room, Comrade Commander."

"if..."

The Soviet Union bowed its head.

No matter what, she was still a little shy about saying it out loud.

“I’ve inquired, comrade, your trip to the Northern Union is still a while away.”

“During these times, I will wait for you in the room every night.”

"???"

Rob blinked.

The meaning behind these words is no longer just an implication, is it?

"Wow~ I didn't expect you to have made such thorough preparations behind the scenes, my sister."

Two hands wrapped around Rob's waist from the other side.

Soviet Rossiya's eyes were fixed on the key in Rob's palm.

Her expression was somewhat strange, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately held back.

Of course, Rob would not be able to notice this situation at this moment.

Feeling the soft touch and faint fragrance coming from all directions, Rob's eyes remained fixed on the key in his palm.

At this moment, both his rationality and his emotions were telling him that he had to make a choice.

The Soviet Union's previous statement did have some merit.

Perhaps one day in the future, I will indeed become the link between the various factions.

Although the connection method is rather "physical" and not very honorable.

However, historical accounts tell Rob that this method of connection is the most common.

At the same time, Rob's intuition told him that if he didn't make a choice, something very bad might happen.

"I'll accept this key, comrade of the Soviet Union."

"Is that so..."

With a gentle smile on her face, the Soviet Union leader reached out and took Rob's hand in hers.

"It seems that prior preparations are indeed very useful."

Aurora's voice rang out, but it carried a hint of mockery.

Meanwhile, the faces of Soviet Rossia and Soviet Belaros, who were surrounding Rob, seemed to be suppressing smiles.

(I have a feeling that I've overlooked something?)

"Commander, you don't actually need to make a decision so quickly."

"We have plenty of time!"

Kronstadt's voice rang out from behind me once again.

"That's right, Commander."

Kirov and the others echoed his sentiments.

The Northern Union's attitude, completely opposite to their previous urging him to make a choice, immediately put Rob on alert.

He did not believe that these Union ships became what they were because he had not chosen them.

After all, in his view, he was merely acquainted with these Northern Alliance ships, and their relationship did not extend beyond friendship.

"Alright, comrades, at least at this point in time, the commander has made his choice."

The Soviet Union, holding Rob's hand, looked around.

Her imposing presence as the flagship caused other ships to avoid her gaze.

From those ships, Robb saw a feeling called "guilt".

"Well... since you've put it that way, comrade."

The soft touch behind her head faded away, and the slender arms wrapped around her neck, clad in silk gloves, moved away.

As Kronstadt departed, the other Northern Union ships surrounding Rob also gradually moved away from the center to continue enjoying this wine, which was absolutely a limited supply in the Northern Union.

"It's a bit of a pity, but that's all we can do for now, right?"

Arkhangelsk stretched and moved away from Rob.

The regret the other person expressed made Rob feel that it seemed to carry other meanings as well.

"Comrade of the Soviet Union, may I ask you something?"

"What would have happened if I hadn't made a choice?"

With a puzzled look in his eyes, Rob looked at the Soviet Union, which was still leaning against him.

"Haha, in that case, according to the plan, we can start using the backup plan we left behind!"

Soviet Belaros sat casually opposite Rob.

She had just finished another glass of wine, and her face was now flushed.

"A backup plan?"

"what is that?"

Suddenly, a very ominous feeling welled up in my heart.

"What, Commander, are you interested in this plan?"