give it all to miss machima

The Whidbey Island-class destroyers' primary mission is to transport amphibious landing forces. Their daily work involves dropping Marines ashore in small boats. Although they are equipped with anti-aircraft missiles, two Phalanx close-in weapon systems, and some machine guns, this armament is practically useless against the onslaught from destroyers.

Soon enough, this thin-skinned, heavily fortified dock landing ship was quickly reduced to a pile of molten iron and wreckage before rapidly sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Their only act of resistance was to transmit news of the destroyer's mutiny via satellite communication before it sank.

Regardless of how panicked the Seventh Fleet was upon receiving the news, after clearing the sea surface, the mutineer destroyer continued its previous ground fire support mission—only this time, the target was the location of the Marines.

On the shore, the Maruns, driven nearly mad by the ubiquitous sniper fire of the Tomie Legion, discovered that the snipers around them seemed to have disappeared. But before they could even rejoice, the howl of the god of war rang out in the sky, only this time it seemed exceptionally close.

"Captain! Look! An American ship!"

On the other side of the city outskirts, a few minutes earlier, Balalaika looked back at Roanapura, which had turned into a sea of ​​fire, and was extremely grateful that he and his men had left in time.

Now she no longer needs to worry about how the Moscow Hotel will return to Roanapur after all this is over—Roanapur should cease to exist if nothing unexpected happens.

People may still live here, and it may even be rebuilt, but after such an incident, the eyes of the whole world will be on it. Under such environmental pressure, it will be almost impossible for Roanapur to continue to be a city of sin. Both the Triads and gangs will face a complete reshuffle.

But after witnessing the American warships killing each other, Balalaika was completely stunned...

She knew Machima was crazy, but... she never dreamed that the guy would go this crazy...

No... wait, did she really do it?

If it's her, then that's just too incredible!

More importantly, how did she do it? Suddenly turning a ship around and attacking friendly forces... Were all the Americans on board dead?

Even so, it would still require a group of people familiar with the operation of the US Navy's newest and most advanced warships to achieve that kind of attack...

Looking at the two warships that had been completely sunk, Balalaika felt like her brain was no longer working properly.

She couldn't understand what kind of force could make a US warship suddenly mutini and ruthlessly kill its own side—whether it was a hacker attack, armed men seizing the ship, or bribing a high-ranking officer, none of it made sense...

Rather than believing it was an external force, Balalekha was more convinced that it was some kind of conspiracy within the evil American imperialists.

However, it is now certain that Roanapura can no longer stay. As for where the Moscow Hotel will go in the future... let's find a way to go back home first.

"Withdraw, Boris, this has nothing to do with us."

In the open space outside the church, Machima watched the sparks that kept igniting in the city below. She couldn't help but pick up a tree branch and waved it around like a conductor, completely absorbed in the moment. With each swing of her "baton," a brilliant flower would bloom in the city.

The girls nearby immediately gathered around and, following Machima's lead, joyfully joined in the singing:

"~"

"Provokingblack~cloudsinisolation~"

After the Tomies in the city reported that all the Marun and Seals had been reduced, and Machima had also recovered from her serious illness.

She stretched, gave Locke one last look, who was staring at her like she was crazy, and waved to Tomie and the others beside her:

"This person doesn't need to be dealt with; he'll never pose any threat... As for this one..."

Machima approached Levi, who was glaring at her.

"She's worth keeping as a collectible... Take her with you."

"You! You've got guts!"

"Levy!"

Looking at the two angry people, Machima laughed out loud. She finally understood why some villains always liked to do stupid things like stealing other people's love. When you are sure that your enemy can't pose any threat to you, then their anger naturally becomes a source of pleasure.

"Don't worry, Locke, I'll make good use of Revy, in ways and positions you'd never even imagine. As for you, I hope you can bring me some amusement in the future, hahaha!"

Machima left with a smile, leaving behind a former Japanese office worker whose mind and body were consumed by anger and sorrow.

Meanwhile, on the destroyer class.

Tomie, in her Naga form, opened her eyes and looked at the United States Navy officers who were respectfully watching her from inside the bridge.

"Lord Makima!"

"The show of Roanapur's destruction is over. You are no longer of use. Now, do your best to make the most of your value."

"Please enlighten me, Lady Machima!" The captain bowed his head respectfully.

Machima thought for a moment:

"The Seventh Fleet should have received news of your defection, but... how much of it will they believe?"

After thinking for a moment, the captain and his staff replied:

"They're probably just skeptical."

"Even if you've already sent the other two warships to the bottom of the sea?"

"We can now report that unidentified armed frogmen secretly infiltrated the ship and, together with a small number of traitors, temporarily seized control of the warship. We have now eliminated them and recaptured the warship."

Can we trust it?

“I can believe one thing, Lady Machima. Your power is beyond the comprehension of those ordinary people. Since the collapse of the Soviet Union, they no longer have to worry about ideological struggles. In the past two years, they have been completely immersed in the mentality that the United States is invincible. They do not believe in their hearts that an entire crew of a warship would betray them.”

Machima nodded:

“Very well, then do your best to disguise yourselves, and then launch a desperate, suicidal attack on your former colleagues, on that Hydra Empire! I look forward to the pleasure you will bring me.”

All the officers of the United States immediately saluted Machima:

"It would be our greatest honor to please you, sir!"

"Ah, right!"

Machima seemed to remember something and added with a smile:

"Remember, at the end, you have to pretend you're sacrificing yourself for communism!"

"understand!"

Machima felt immense pleasure—an entire crew of the United States' newest warship had mutinied because of ideology…

You can imagine that many important figures will be losing sleep over this!

"Pfft... Hehe... Hahahaha!"

Amidst the salutes of the surrounding United States officers and Machima's own maniacal laughter, her body was reduced to ashes in the flames.

after one day

Bangkok International Airport

Having shed his former military uniform, Balalaika, accompanied by several subordinates, sat in the waiting hall, awaiting his flight.

Realizing that she could not stay in Thailand, she arranged for her subordinates to leave Thailand in batches through different channels and return to their hometown. She and her subordinates disguised themselves as Russian tourists returning home.

Boris, the adjutant, walked over from a short distance away with a serious expression and whispered to her:

"The reason why the sea routes were blocked has finally been figured out..."

"What exactly happened?"

As soon as the commotion began, shipping throughout Thailand and its surrounding waters almost came to a standstill, supposedly due to an unprecedented military exercise by the US Navy. However, she, who had come from Roanapura, clearly knew that things were not so simple.

"Remember that warship that suddenly attacked friendly forces? Afterwards, it attacked the Seventh Fleet that was rushing to the scene, but the United States Navy was prepared, and all its missiles were intercepted. It was then sunk..."

Balalaika clicked her tongue:

"Unbelievable... Have all the people on this ship gone mad?"

The adjutant's expression was strange:

"And even more unbelievable, it is said that... before the warship was sunk, the people on board openly sent a declaration of war... or rather, a last message, to the United States Navy. They claimed to be... the United States insurgents who believed in Comism, to end the sins of the United States, and to prove to the world that even if the giants fall, the revolution will never end..."

“…?!?”

The true former socialist fighter, Soviet VDV Captain Balalaika, stared wide-eyed at his adjutant.

"...It's not April Fool's Day today, is it, Comrade Boris?"

The latter shook his head:

"I'm not joking anymore, Captain. The news has spread like wildfire throughout the underground intelligence community in Southeast Asia. Even though the Americans tried their best to cover it up, a city was destroyed, several warships were sunk, not to mention that the warship that mutinied... or rather, revolted sent a message in plain language to the surrounding seas. This kind of thing can't be kept secret. Soon the whole world will know."

Balalaika stood there for a long time before swallowing.

"Is this... possible? Even at the height of our nation's power, nothing like this has ever been... impossible..."

That's the United States Navy! Not some worthless army or even Marines! To become a naval officer or general, everyone has to go through political vetting and investigations time and time again... How could an entire warship mutiny be possible?

"But it happened, Captain, we..."

Boris suddenly froze, and Balalaika quickly understood why—three people dressed as tourists, but whom they all knew, sat down in the chairs in front of them.

Mo Mingqi, with his left arm around the scantily clad Jieluo and his right arm around the Hound Girl in a modified maid outfit, looked at the two people in front of him with a smile.

"Hey~ you still haven't given me an answer, Captain Balalaika, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"you--!?"

Because they were at the airport, neither of them carried guns or any weapons. Of course, Balalaika knew that facing this inhuman creature, it probably wouldn't matter whether they had a gun or not.

"That ship...was it you who did it?"

Machima smiled happily:

"Don't talk nonsense, Captain. Those respectable crew members are just deeply aware that capitalism reigns supreme in today's world, and that the American imperialists are vicious and cruel. Their former brothers have either withered away or turned to evil. They are simply eager to do their last bit of effort for the world revolution..."

Looking at Machima's delighted expression, Balalaika felt a genuine fear rise within her. She scrutinized Machima, her voice trembling slightly, without her even realizing it.

"What kind of sorcery did you use?"

"Tsk tsk, how can you call those who sacrificed themselves for the revolutionary cause controlled by sorcery?"

A hint of displeasure flashed in Machima's golden pupils.

"Captain Balalaika, you once fought under that flag, didn't you? That's one of the reasons I valued you. Now, I've come before you again to give you one last chance—so... what's your answer?"

"..."

A hint of resentment flashed in her eyes, and Balalaika asked:

"If I still choose to refuse, what will you do?"

Machima shrugged:

“Not doing anything, but… think about it, what happened in Roanapur was clearly a conspiracy against the United States. The NSA, the Navy SEALs, and the hundreds of Marines who rushed to the rescue were all bait. So here’s the question…”

Machima clapped her hands.

"Who... or what force is Roanapura? Who possesses the military prowess to defeat and suppress the regular United States of America, Maruntu? And what makes this force so familiar with Roanapura?"

Balalaika's expression changed as she realized what was happening, while Machima remained all smiles.

"The United States will obviously conduct a detailed investigation into this incident, so... who was it that hastily withdrew from Roanapur afterward?"

She looked with satisfaction at the ashen-faced Moscow woman:

"Russians are a fighting nation. Hopefully, the gang you're affiliated with will be willing to stand up for you against the wrath of Hydra, which is on the verge of going mad! Hahahaha!"

"Do not……"

Balalaika shook her head.

"You are the real Hydra."

Machima paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"That's true, then thank you for the compliment."

Chapter 149 The Question of Time

Tokyo, Japan

Inside a private, luxurious mansion.

Machima yawned, pushed away the arm of the blonde woman next to her, woke up in bed, and slowly stretched.

Her noise woke up the person next to her. The Russian blonde cat was clearly quite unhappy about it and grumbled. Machima had no choice but to give the other person a kiss to appease him.

However, this action clearly made the hound on the other side very jealous. She pounced on Machima and left her scent on Machima again before she was satisfied.

Fortunately, the remaining Levi was still fast asleep and didn't make any move.

More than a month has passed since the Roanapur incident. The "mutiny ship incident," which shocked the United States and gave the world a good show, is no longer a topic of discussion, no matter how big a ripple it caused.

Of all the people Machima has been with during her trip to Roanapura, she considers the three people beside her to be her greatest gain.

Miss Hound's mind had long been abnormal. After Machima completely unleashed her true nature and then took her back to Japan for various forms of training, she had become Machima's hound—and her maid attributes were still retained. Whether at work or in bed, she was deeply loved by Machima.