I really don't have money for the ship girls.

"Mr. President is a smart man, so I hope we can work together smoothly. Goodbye."

Tuliande stared at the group of people walking out, unable to figure out their identities. The leader was an Asian, and only the five permanent members of the UN Security Council usually dare to challenge them, not to mention the principle of not interfering in the internal affairs of other countries. A flag involuntarily floated into the mind of this left-wing president... but his demeanor seemed completely different.

"Now we can only hope for a pleasant collaboration. Please make sure it succeeds."

For his country, he was even willing to make a deal with the devil, not to mention that he didn't need to pay anything at the moment.

Chapter Twenty-Three: What is Asymmetric Warfare?

“Panama, the Cayman Islands… I should have thought of these two famous places a long time ago.”

After chatting and laughing with a president of a country (though he could barely be considered a mayor of China), Ying Tian kept muttering to himself, wondering why he hadn't thought of this earlier. It was difficult to obtain a Chinese identity. He could simply buy it from a place that relied on household registration and helped international companies avoid taxes. However, such places were too famous, and visa agencies would probably have some reservations.

“Commander, please calm down,” Louis IX said, turning around from the co-pilot’s seat. “Otherwise, the leader persona you just established will collapse.”

"So what if it collapses?" Ying Tian said nonchalantly. "We've known each other for so long, you all know what kind of person I am."

Zuikaku rested her cheek on her hand, recalling the scene just now, and said, "To be honest, the commander was really quite handsome just now."

"Is there?"

"Yes, it's cool, elegant, and has a mysterious oriental aura."

"So this is the type you guys like."

Looking into Ruihe's sparkling eyes, Yingtian, caught up in the slightly tense atmosphere, decided to play. He reached out and lifted Ruihe's smooth chin, saying in the same tone as before, "Woman, I'm happy that you said I'm handsome, but I don't like it when you said I was handsome just now. You should know that my temperament is always like this, no matter what, I'm still the commander you like, understand?"

Zuikaku's cherry lips parted slightly, her heart pounding, and a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, making her unable to think of resisting or even care about being shy. In this situation, even with Louis IX and Belfast watching, Zuikaku might have let Eien do as he pleased.

However, Ying Tian suddenly let go and said, "No, no, this style is still not suitable for me. I'm disgusted with myself. Ruihe, I'm sorry."

"fine……"

Zuikaku blushed and lowered her head. The usually energetic girl was now biting her lip, unable to calm the pounding in her heart. She was a little embarrassed and annoyed that the commander would play such a joke on her, and even more embarrassed and annoyed that he didn't continue. What did it mean to stop halfway through?

Louis IX said, "I think the commander was very focused just now, and not nervous at all."

"What's there to be nervous about? You're all here with me."

"Heh~" Upon hearing the commander's words, Louis IX couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile. Why could such a simple sentence win someone's favor? The commander was too unfair.

"What are you laughing at, Louis IX? What brilliant idea do you have?"

"Cough, cough, I have no great insights to offer. I'm just a soldier."

The car slowly drove into the controlled Leijie Plaza Hotel, and Akagi and the other women's voices could be heard over the walkie-talkie.

"The target's itinerary has been confirmed. He entered a villa in the west of the city. He is very cautious; his men are only keeping watch from a distance. He is alone inside the house."

"The carrier-based aircraft completed its reconnaissance. The target army was stationed 20 kilometers southwest of Bangi City. There were 11 tanks, 8 armored assault vehicles, and 10 military off-road vehicles. All of them were visually concealed, and the camp was also covered with desert camouflage. No large anti-aircraft weapons were found. Of course, even if there were, it would be useless."

Ying Tian said into the walkie-talkie, "Is everything confirmed?"

The company stated, "Princeton and an independent team conducted close reconnaissance and confirmed that they are the target."

Akagi: "The location and scale of my side match the intelligence. We can still distinguish the Americans. It is confirmed that they are the target mercenaries."

Ying Tian said, "Alright, then wait for my order and launch the attack according to the pre-arranged plan."

Louis IX turned around, her red eyes fixed intently on Ying Tian. She pursed her lips and said, "Commander, if you don't want to give this order, I can do it for you."

“Thank you.” Ying Tian and Louis IX exchanged a glance and understood her meaning. He patted the princess knight on the shoulder and said, “But I still want to give this order myself.”

"Commander, holiness and compassion are also the essence of a king. Please do not force yourself."

"I won't force you, don't worry," Ying Tian said. "I wouldn't feel morally guilty about officials who treat human life like dirt and only know how to betray their country."

My prophet, my guide, my commander...

Louis IX pursed his lips and said, "I am your gun. Although I was unable to participate in the operation this time, as long as it does not violate justice and morality, Louis IX is at your disposal."

"Alright, let these people who use their power and treason to exploit the people, and who bully the weak by relying on their weapons and intelligence, understand what asymmetric warfare really is."

As the car pulled into the hotel, Ying Tian said into the walkie-talkie, "Move according to the plan."

Company: "Understood."

Akagi: "Yes!"

Twenty kilometers southwest of Bangi, inside a large camouflage tent.

Albert put his arm around the shoulder of a burly American man who was cleaning a gun and said, slightly drunk, "Come on, let's have a drink, Albert... Damn, I forgot your name again."

“Baker”.

"Yes, Baker, tomorrow is the day to launch the final offensive. A drink will help us recharge."

Beck coldly brushed his French colleague's hand away and said, "I don't drink before the operation."

“No need to be so nervous. You may be more familiar with South America and the Middle East, but we are much more familiar with Africa.” Albert hiccuped and said, “Our mission is not positional warfare, but an armed raid. With the training of African troops, two armored vehicles are enough. Tanks are just a waste of fuel.”

What if there was an RPG?

“RPG? Hahahaha…” Albert laughed wildly and said, “You think black people are those jihadists? Forget RPGs, they’d be lucky if they didn’t throw grenades at their own feet.”

“You’ve been doing too much counterinsurgency. There’s no such thing as street fighting in Africa.” Albert waved to his men and said, “Guys, tomorrow we’ll show our American counterparts what asymmetric warfare is.”

"Don't worry, boss."

"Easy and easy."

Baker snorted and was about to say something when suddenly a bright light shone outside the tent, and a huge explosion seemed to pierce people's eardrums even from some distance.

The mercenaries exchanged glances, quickly grabbed their guns, and looked outside to check the situation. In the darkness, they saw flames shooting into the sky from the direction of Bangi City, before disappearing just as quickly.

Baker muttered to himself, "Such a loud commotion, yet such a thin flash? A high-precision rocket?"

Albert said confidently, "This is Africa, it's probably just ordinary explosives."

"The problem is that this happened the day before our operation. It's too much of a coincidence. I suggest we go and investigate to see if the target is planning to escape."

"No need, brother. Turend won't run away. In fact, it would be even better if he did, then our mission would be complete... Hahaha, carrying out missions in Africa is just..."

Before Albert could finish speaking, a towering flame erupted behind him without any warning or sound as the bomb was dropped at close range. The 600-pound bomb instantly engulfed the entire camp where the equipment was stored, and the fuel in the vehicles was ignited by the intense heat, causing a secondary explosion.

"Lie down! Lie down!"

The mercenaries screamed wildly, then watched as their equipment was burned and devoured one by one in the inferno.

"Fuck! What on earth is going on?! Fuck!"

Albert screamed wildly, unable to believe that such power existed in Africa, capable of hitting their equipment with pinpoint accuracy without them noticing.

Baker's face was grave, and his lips twitched as he said, "As you can see, we're going to have to fight the Central African government forces head-on with sticks."

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Company: "Operation completed. The target is now a ruin, and no surrounding houses were affected."

Akagi: "Operation complete. Target equipment destroyed, personnel clearly visible. Should we continue bombing?"

"No need, thank you for your hard work, let's call it a day."

As Ying Tian spoke, he put down the walkie-talkie. He closed his eyes, as if he could see people struggling in the flames. His body trembled slightly. Even if the other party wanted to take his life first, how could the moral bottom line he had cultivated since childhood be so easily broken?

A pair of warm hands grasped his wrist. Ying Tian opened his eyes and saw Louis IX's beautiful face and red eyes.

"I'm not good with words, but I want to tell the commander that we are the righteous ones."

"Hmm." Ying Tian took a breath and calmed down. "We are the righteous ones."

Chapter Twenty-Four: Our country has a comprehensive marriage law.

"Mr. President, the Prime Minister was killed in a terrorist attack last night. No organization has yet claimed responsibility, and there are no other reports of casualties. The Ministry of Security and the French Ambassador have recommended that an investigation be launched as soon as possible."

Tuliand strived to remain calm and composed, avoiding any inappropriate expression on his face. He stated solemnly, "The attack on the national leader is a shameless violation of our sovereignty, and I will personally oversee the investigation."

"Mr. President, a massive explosion occurred last night southwest of Bangui. The weapon used is still unclear, and there are no reports of casualties. We found the wreckage of tanks and armored vehicles at the explosion site, but they are almost completely unrecognizable. In response to this incident, the US and French embassies have lodged protests with our government, hoping that we can guarantee our ability to maintain order. If we are still unable to control the situation, they will consider evacuating their nationals."

Tu Liande sneered inwardly, but still said to the official who reported, "Tell the two ambassadors that the current deterioration of the situation is only temporary. The Central African government is confident and capable of ensuring the safety of its citizens, as well as the safety of foreign nationals and foreign investment. The stability of Central African society requires the concerted efforts of all sectors of society. Just say that for now, and I will call the two ambassadors myself later."

Despite his busy schedule dealing with government affairs, the exhaustion from sleepless nights and the massive amount of investigation documents did not break his body. Instead, he felt energetic and had not felt this energetic in months.

What happened last night was simply too unbelievable. Under the very noses of the UN peacekeeping forces and on the radar of the French forces in Chad and Niger, Turende couldn't fathom how that young Asian man could have beheaded the Prime Minister in Bangui and simultaneously wiped out the mercenary corps' equipment. Such a difficult feat seemed as simple as waving a stick for him. There was no long-range artillery, no air power, no large-scale special military operation. How did he manage to do it? Or were there such things, but even the French and peacekeeping forces didn't notice?

Perhaps for this reason, the US and French embassies only issued a symbolic protest. They simply did not believe that the Central African government could have accomplished such a thing. If it were an equal adversary, then the matter would not have been brought to the table.

"Kurad".

"Mr. President, what are your orders?"

"Follow the requirements of this document and then send the supporting documents to the Lejeune Plaza Hotel."

Tuliande's confidant took the document, glanced at it briefly, and said, "Yes."

A day later, the confidant brought the message back to the president's office.

"Mr. President, they went to the Chinese Embassy."

"Just as I thought..."

Of course, the five permanent members of the UN Security Council are the ones who can deal with them.

Turend couldn't help but think of the copy of "On Protracted War" he had in his collection, which featured the author's photograph. Had the era of socialists passed? No, perhaps it hadn't.

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"Ah..."

"Boss, are you alright?" Joan of Arc asked with concern.

"fine."

Ying Tian rubbed his nose. He could call him "Commander" elsewhere, since no one understood Chinese, but of course, that wouldn't work in the Chinese embassy.

"Mr. Ambassador, as you can see, the situation in the Central African Republic is very dangerous. There was another large-scale explosion the night before last. The purpose of my visit is to help my company's employees in the Central African Republic obtain visas so they can return home for refuge. Once they have signed the tripartite agreement and contract in China, we will change their tourist visas to work visas. As you can see, my company regularly holds Chinese language exchange classes, so every employee can communicate fluently in Chinese and will not pose any threat to society."

The Chinese Embassy in the Central African Republic didn't have many staff to begin with, and the sudden influx of twenty or thirty people applying for tourist visas naturally alarmed the ambassador. He looked at the materials in his hand and found no problems. The applicants' Chinese was also excellent; even locals who had studied at the Confucius Institute in Tanzania for five years couldn't reach this level. The problem was that all twenty-eight of these visa applicants were either white or Asian women. The entire country of Bangui might not have that many non-Black people, not to mention that each of them was so beautiful, with naturally stunning looks and supermodel-like figures. Grinding coffee in a foreign-owned company in one of the world's poorest countries?

The ambassador felt that either he was crazy, or the group of people in front of him were crazy.

Are you sure these people are all your employees?

“Confirmed.” Ying Tian wasn’t lying; in a sense, they were indeed his employees. He pulled Da Feng over and said, “This person even came to seek the ambassador’s help before. Because of the tense situation, everyone was afraid to stay here.”

The ambassador thought to himself, "When has the situation here ever been calm? Why didn't they do this earlier?"

Da Feng bowed to the ambassador and said, "Thank you so much for your help, Mr. Ambassador. I've found my... boss now, and I don't have to live in fear anymore!"

"I'm ashamed to say that I haven't provided you with the help you deserved, because I have a responsibility to protect the privacy of our country's citizens. I'm very pleased to see that you are safe and sound, which is also a symbol of the friendship between the people of China and China." Despite my suspicions, there was nothing wrong with these people's identity documents. Women's entry restrictions are generally more lenient, and these beautiful women all speak fluent Chinese. Even if they applied for work visas instead of tourist visas, they would still meet the requirements.

"Thank you very much for trusting our Chinese government. We have been working hard to promote friendship between China and Africa and have made a lot of progress. We are also happy to see that Chinese companies have fulfilled their social responsibilities. Social life in China is relatively stable, and we hope that you can adapt to the new pace of life as soon as possible. We wish you all a happy future."

The visa was successfully processed, and Ying Tian was very impressed with the ambassador. After all, he was a diplomat, and he could use all sorts of eloquent language. He was truly a diplomat who represented the face of the country.

Just as they were finishing their visas and preparing to leave, the ambassador called Ying Tian aside. Chi Cheng and the others tried to stop him, but Ying Tian simply waved his hand to indicate that it was alright.

"Mr. Ambassador, is there anything I can help you with?"

The ambassador gave Ying Tian a deep look, but still couldn't see anything special about the young man. He said, "It's nothing. I just wanted to remind you that you can do whatever you want in a foreign country as long as you don't violate the local laws. However, in our country's criminal code, there is a crime of bigamy. Even a de facto marriage without a marriage certificate can be considered bigamy or be classified as group sex. I hope you understand this."

Ying Tian was somewhat embarrassed and said, "You must be joking."

"Then just take it as a joke. Have a safe trip."

The ambassador thought for a moment but didn't say much more. He saw Ying Tian and the others out of the embassy. There was a reason why he said those words. With his experience, he could tell that the way those women looked at Ying Tian was not the way employees looked at their boss, but rather a look filled with admiration, trust, and dependence. They wouldn't be so affectionate if they didn't place all their feelings on one person.

The fact that so many women admire him might reflect that he is an outstanding young man.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Returning Home

"Attention everyone, things are different here than abroad. Keep your guns and such in your ship's equipment and do not take them out."

"Don't worry, Commander. Guns aren't very useful anyway, who would like to use them?"

Actually, I wanted to fire a few shots to test it out...

No man who loves military affairs can resist the temptation to shoot a gun, but Ying Tian ultimately did not shoot, because his experience in Africa made him realize that shooting is a hobby, but not having to shoot is a blessing.

"Then remember, don't call me Commander in crowded places, it's easy to cause misunderstandings."

"What should we call you if not Commander?"

"A name, or the boss, is fine."

"And what about 'master'? This title should be fine, right?"

Ying Tian looked at Belfast and said seriously, "There's a problem, and a bigger problem at that."