Come and connect with me!

She snapped her fingers, the floating window lit up, and Prince Eugen saw several remittance records.

All the money was transferred from a neutral country, and you could tell at a glance that it was transferred from an account that was done covertly and was not convenient to check.

"Tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, tens of thousands, millions, millions, millions......"

Prince Eugen counted it twice to make sure he was right. It was indeed eleven digits.

"Where does she want the meeting? Under the sea or in the crater?"

"It's a port you've been to. I was actually quite curious about it, so I agreed to the Queen's request. These are part of the reward."

Bismarck spoke in a relaxed tone, looking at Prince Eugen with gentle eyes.

"At the same time, I also proposed that we send a magic cube ship to conduct another investigation. Although it is a bit weird, I am very confident in the candidate I recommended."

Prince Eugen blinked, thinking of the strange atmosphere at that time. She felt it was weird. If possible, she didn't want to go there again.

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She looked at Bismarck's gentle eyes and said a little uncomfortably.

"What are you looking at?"

"A winking thirty-dollar piece."

Chapter 288 It's Me

"Boom!"

Inside the Prime Minister's Office, the hard-working mechanical sentinels were still working diligently, ignoring the sound of the explosion.

This must be another friendly exchange between the Prime Minister and her loyal secretary. It's nothing more than repairing the house when she returns. It's not a big problem. It's not like the Prime Minister's Office exploded.

Similar to the Manjiu, these cold metallic creatures are the eyes and ears of the Prime Minister's Office. They patrol during the day and serve as street lamps and surveillance cameras at night. Those places that are as bright as day at night are where everyone is allowed to move freely. The darker the place, the more people with high authority are required to pass.

But in the building that was pitch black at night, someone walked out during the day. She walked down the stairs from the small room on the second floor with steady steps. She gently pressed the brim of her hat to smooth down her silver hair. No thoughts could be seen in her deep blue eyes, she just stared fixedly at the core location of the Iron Blood General Port Area.

Prime Minister's Office.

..............

The floor outside the office was shaking slightly, and fine dust was occasionally left on the ceiling. Z23 stood at the door as if nothing had happened, holding a large document, quietly waiting for the discussion to end.

Hearing the words "bitch" and "f" coming from inside the door, z23 got used to it and even had the leisure to sort out the files.

When away from Bismarck, Z23 worshipped her, thinking she was the iron-blooded savior, the world's unique and most powerful flagship;

Prinz Eugen, Bismarck's secretary ship, was also an unparalleled wise general, but some things are better seen from a distance.

Prince Eugen is also a tough character who never shows her teeth in front of others and is calm and composed, but when you see her mocking her sister's helipad in several different ways many times, your admiration for this iron-blooded secretary ship will be quickly shattered.

Bismarck was serious, but when she was drunk, she talked a lot, and the angrier she was, the sweeter her smile was. Then she would grab the head of the guy who made her angry - usually this role was played by Prince Eugen - with her seemingly slender five fingers, and would not let go until Prince Eugen's eyes began to roll back, and then she would let go without changing her expression.

Z23 stayed behind temporarily to help out as an errand boy for two reasons.

Firstly, it was because she enjoyed reading and liked to learn, which was a rare trait in the Rubik's Cube ships. However, what she hoped to learn was the magnanimity of the faction boss in the legendary stories to win the battle thousands of miles away, rather than setting up a small high-level group, opening a small account, and making a few sarcastic remarks from time to time.

".......This is not what I want......"

Z23 whispered.

After a while, the noise in the office died down, and z23 patted his face lightly, pretending to have just arrived, and knocked on the door gently.

After a while, Bismarck's voice finally came.

"come in."

Z23 pushed open the door and handed the document to Bismarck's desk without even looking away. With just a quick glance, he saw that Bismarck's document processing speed was less than half of yesterday's.

"Well, z23, good job, these documents are very timely, you can go down and rest for a while."

Bismarck looked normal, but the dark circle under his left eye was particularly eye-catching. Prince Eugen came to the desk without any hesitation and looked through the documents carefully. His long hair, which was usually tied up in two silver ponytails, was now loose, and it seemed that he had just changed his hairstyle.

Z23 nodded, turned around and left.

There was no second, because after she left the office, she didn't remember what happened in the office.

As the footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, Bismarck rubbed his eyes in pain.

"Hiss...Eugen, you're so cruel."

"Ha, you are so ashamed to say that to me? Famous Bismarck, is your kindness to not hit me in a conspicuous place?"

Prince Eugen retorted immediately, his voice a little louder, his face immediately froze, and he carefully covered his head with his hands, feeling like his skull was about to crack.

The two looked at each other and then turned their heads away.

"...In any case, you should go there again as soon as possible and find out what else, besides the shrinking technology you mentioned, makes the Royal Family and the White Eagles attach so much importance to that port area."

Bismarck was about to drink some red wine to moisten his throat, but found that he had already finished it. The only options left were coffee and juice, and his mood immediately turned bad.

"Give me another aircraft carrier, otherwise I won't be safe alone."

Someone has to do this kind of thing, and Prince Eugen has no objection to this, but this does not affect her efforts to find ways to get more from her stingy boss.

"Hiss... it hurts. Count Zeppelin didn't come. Now there is only one carrier in the Prime Minister's Office, Peter Strasser. Do you think I will send her out?"

Bismarck scoffed and went back to rubbing his eyes.

Prince Eugen is a troublesome guy from every angle, especially when he suddenly turns from a partner to an enemy. He is ten times more difficult to deal with than when he was a partner. It gives people the illusion that a righteous man has greatly improved his power after turning evil.

In other words, this guy wanted to give her dear boss a ruthless long ago, so after feeling that he was sold, he was satisfied with finding an opportunity to come to Bismarck.

"Then give me a battleship. You can't just give me nothing!"

Prince Eugen argued that he was unwilling to go alone.

Bismarck thought about it and gave her a clear answer.

"No one. Everyone in the port is very busy right now. And after you leave temporarily, I need to take over your work as well. The workload has at least tripled!"

This is a conservative statement, because in addition to being the bad guy, Prince Eugen also needs to screen and classify the documents. This kind of intelligence and documents require someone with authority to intervene. If she doesn't do it, Bismarck will have no time to rest.

Prince Eugen blinked and said simply, "Okay, then when do you want me to go and how long do you want me to stay?"

"The sooner the better. It's up to you to decide the time. If you think you can stay somewhere for a year, then come back after a year."

Bismarck said without hesitation.

"At the same time, find out what the problem is with that port. If everything goes well, it won't take more than three or four days. After the meeting location is selected, the guys from White Eagle should set up the venue in that port... Wait, does that port really belong to White Eagle? Well, you have to investigate this point as well."

Originally, Bismarck thought that this should be the White Eagle's venue, but no matter what, the Royal Family was still an ally of the White Eagle, and it was not a big deal. The White Eagle was basically willing to satisfy any willful Queen. If this could really be easily influenced, there would not be a need for the Iron Blood's vote.

The fifth camp?

Prince Eugen shrugged.

"Ok ok, you are the boss, so I will go alone."

As he said this, there was a sudden knock on the door. Before Bismarck could answer, the visitor's voice came through the door.

"it's me."

Chapter 289 Busy

The Iron-Blooded Prime Minister's Office.

Prince Eugen sat upright, while Bismarck and Tirpitz sat in silence.

Time passed minute by minute, and neither of the sisters spoke first, causing Prince Eugen's expression to change from anticipation to boredom. Finally, he quietly stood up and tiptoed to leave.

An elder sister who thinks she is incompetent, and a younger sister who admires her elder sister, the two of them awkwardly express their concern behind each other's backs, and then when they meet, they can't say anything?

As a secretary ship, Prince Eugen said that he really didn't want to watch this kind of family ethics drama anymore.

"Eugen, where are you going?"

Bismarck looked straight ahead, but everything in the room was within her perception. Seeing Prince Eugen standing on tiptoe, she suddenly said something.

"Ah, I suddenly remembered that I still have a cup of papaya milk in my refrigerator. I must drink it before Hilpe sees it, otherwise she will be sad if she sees it."

Prince Eugen said seriously.

Bismarck let out a long sigh, knowing that there was no way to keep this cunning fox. He rolled his eyes silently and let her go.

The door creaked shut and the office fell into silence again.

After a while, Bismarck spoke hesitantly.

"Tirpitz, what do you want to see me about?"

"Apply for a new mission."

Tirpitz's eyes moved, his azure pupils were like a current filled with glaciers, clear but stubborn, with a hardness consistent with his words.

Bismarck pressed the brim of his hat and did not reply immediately.

Tirpitz did not have any mission. He was previously the guardian of the [Forbidden Laboratory]. However, after the birth of the finished product of the laboratory, its confidentiality level immediately dropped to a level that all Iron Blood Cube ships could know about. Naturally, there was no longer a need for an active Cube ship as a guard.

The same thing happened to her, as did the laboratory's director Peter Strasse and her inseparable Prince Heinrich. However, the latter two, even the ever-rushing Peter Strasse, naturally stayed in the Iron Blood Port to rest. If Prince Heinrich had not wanted to see more of Frederick the Great's condition, perhaps the two of them would have found a scenic holiday island to vacation.

"You were patrolling at a high intensity for fourteen hours every day during that period. Don't you need to rest more?"

A total of three Rubik's Cube ships were deployed in this laboratory, including Prime Minister Peter Strasser, technical advisor Prince Heinrich, and Tirpitz who always blocked the outside world's prying eyes. None of the three had much chance to rest. Bismarck alone knew about more than ten cases of spies infiltrating, either in disguise or by force, and the effort they put in was no less than that of the internal researchers.

"I've rested."

“But I don’t have any…”

Bismarck seemed a little hesitant as he listened to Tirpitz's answer without hesitation.

"I heard that Prince Eugen needs a companion, right? Although there is no aircraft carrier accompanying her, having a battleship as a backup can also improve her safety."

Tirpitz replied stiffly.

Bismarck moved his lips, but when he saw Tirpitz's stubborn eyes, he always felt as if he couldn't raise his head in front of her.

"Well, if you insist, you can go with Eugen."

Although she wanted to say something affectionate, she was always unable to express her feelings directly when the words came to her lips. She simply spoke in a depressed tone with inexplicable emotions and a tone of giving up.

"Tirpitz accepts the mission."

Leaving behind the usual formulaic reply, Tirpitz adjusted the brim of his hat, stood up and left.

Bismarck silently watched her back until a door separated the two.

After a while, the door reopened. In addition to the familiar figure of the old friend, there was a tray full of fried donuts in her hand.

"How was it this time?"

"Just like before, I failed again. So, what about you? Did Hipper break into your room and steal your papaya milk?"

"No, it suddenly occurred to me that I don't need these things, and papayas are really disgusting. How can anyone think that anything can be sold as long as it is mixed with milk?"

The two of them complained to each other and then turned their eyes to the tray.

The tray was placed on the desk. The warm fried food was covered with a thin layer of pure white frosting. The fragrance of eggs and oil were fully mixed together. If you took a bite, you could feel the soft texture under the crispy shell, which was enough to make any sweet lover ecstatic.

For the Rubik's Cube ships, calories, fat and other things are not the key factors that prevent them from enjoying delicious food. There are always many true and false rumors in human gossip, such as that the Rubik's Cube ships pour a bucket of oil on everything they eat, and that torpedoes coated with breadcrumbs and fried are also delicious. But in fact, everyone likes delicious food, and the taste buds of the Rubik's Cube spirits are normal.

"Hmm... chew chew... is there a portion for Tirpitz?"

"Yes, it's in the kitchen, but if you want to give it to your sister, you have to be quick. The kids from the Destroyer Squad have been watching me while I'm baking. If you rush over now, you should be able to let your sister smell it."

Prince Eugen spoke in her usual tone, and saw that Bismarck's biting of the donut slowed down, and hesitant about whether he should take some from his own share.

After all, it is well known that boats of any camp are absolute fans of sweets, and no matter how much of these hot things are prepared, there will never be enough of them.

Prince Eugen looked at the large plate of desserts without any fluctuation in her eyes. As a qualified secretary ship and part-time prime minister's chef, stealing food is an inherent skill for her. She is now in the state of a sage after having a full stomach.

"Well, can't you just tell your white-haired sister directly, as we did in our previous chat, that I care about you very much, secretly study your taste, and even instruct my best chef, Prince Eugen, to prepare cookies and snacks that suit your taste the most... Isn't that enough?"

Prince Eugen said with a painful look on his face.

"Maybe Tirpitz will be so touched that he'll hug you, and then you can go shopping together, eat something, and chat about the damn weather and those Sirens who have no idea what they're thinking, just like the royal family. I guarantee you'll chat until dawn!"

This is not the first time Prince Eugen has advised her, and I believe it will not be the last.

"Maybe you're right, but I don't think Tirpitz and I will be like those hypocritical royals who can talk about the weather for a long time. She will tell me the weather for the next month accurately..."

Bismarck said the last words, silently covering his face.