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"Commander, Commander, I want to go to the Royal Residence to play!"

At this time, Javelin jumped over, raised his hand high, and looked at Wuming with anticipation.

"Go ahead, go ahead... By the way, don't forget to find out what this guy named Auckland has done to promote our port area."

Wuming had to briefly explain the matter of someone pretending to be from the port area, which made Javelin look shocked.

She raised her hand in a serious manner and gave an awkward military salute.

"Javelin guarantees mission completion!"

Having said this, Javelin said with a little excitement.

"I feel like a secret agent in a movie. It's so cool!"

"It's not as serious as you say..."

Wuming opened his mouth, but finally waved his hand and let Javelin go. After all, asking her to find out the news was just a side job. According to his intuition, the mess left by the guy named Oakland would definitely be revealed soon, and it would not require Javelin to find out before it would appear.

Javelin took a look at the port area, recognized the entrance, and ran excitedly towards the royal area. A pink-haired maid over there waved happily at Javelin, and then the two of them went into the castle together.

"Damn it, how can we be so close to the Commander in this kind of place?"

Dafeng stared at the desolate scene in the barracks, biting her lip, and was furious. When she saw the handcuffs hanging on the wall, she couldn't help but secretly look at Wuming's reaction.

"Husband, if you only need a few blankets, you might as well go back to the ship at sea."

Noshiro was a little slow to come over, and was also a little troubled by such a miserable living environment. Although she believed that she had completed all the courses to be a good wife, she still felt a headache when she saw this situation.

"Hehe, don't worry, Commander. Since there's nothing useful in the base, just relax a little. Look, don't the neighbors around us all bring food and supplies? These are all natural warehouses!"

Marco Polo held his scepter tightly, very pleased with these wealthy and wise neighbors.

"Calm down..."

Wuming's eyebrows twitched when he heard this. Even though he encountered such a bad living environment, he didn't feel too uncomfortable. But when he heard Marco Polo's criminal declaration, he suddenly woke up and realized that he actually brought such a guy with him.

"so......"

Tianying tilted her head and glanced at the cement floor inside the door, then she turned her gaze to Wuming.

"What is the image of our port area in the eyes of these people now?"

Several people looked at each other, feeling something was not right.

At this time, in the Iron Blood base, the nearest good neighbor, a girl with twin ponytails and blonde hair and red eyes pushed open the door and saw Wuming looking over. Her originally cheerful smile gradually disappeared and she silently closed the door again.

Tianying blinked and laughed dryly.

“It looks really bad.”

Chapter 860: Missing Oakland

"Hey, it's him, isn't it?"

"I heard that you can get pregnant if you take one look at it!"

"It's so disgusting."

A group of White Eagle ship girls floated over. Wuming opened his mouth and was about to say something when he saw the three of them had already disappeared in a flash.

He scratched his head and began to feel that this artificial island was a little unfriendly to him.

Now more than ten minutes have passed since what happened before, Wuming allowed everyone to move freely and find out the news.

Only after going around like this did he realize belatedly that his reputation seemed to have been ruined. The nicknames of "walking seeder" and "humanoid xx" had actually spread here. Perhaps, perhaps, he could not find any useful information.

"Wow, isn't this Mr. Wuming?"

A sexy voice with a slight hoarseness sounded in front of Wuming. He raised his head without surprise. The iron-blooded Prince Eugen was looking at him with a smile.

"When I saw you before, you were always accompanied by one or two pretty girls. Why are you alone now?"

"I asked them to go get the news. You know, the most sensible thing for me to do now is to stay where I am and not go anywhere."

Wuming shrugged, stretched his neck, and let out a long breath.

This is the edge of the artificial island, a public area. Wuming leaned against the fence and looked at Prince Eugen who was approaching.

"Yeah, that's understandable."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen smiled and said.

"After all, that guy named Oakland worked really hard."

Wuming raised his eyebrows and looked at her in surprise.

"What do you know about Oakland?"

"Not much."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen curled her lips, crossed her arms over her chest, her round biological armor bulged, and a black spot could be vaguely seen on the side.

"She came here yesterday, but there was something wrong with her. Her temperament was very unique, and you could tell at a glance even in a crowd. How should I put it? It was a sense of alienation. You could tell at a glance that she didn't belong here. At the time, including me, no one thought there was anything wrong. After all, this temperament was in line with everyone's expectations of your port."

She raised her hands to cover her chest, with a half-smile in her eyes, obviously noticing Wuming's gaze. Just like all men who thought they were being discreet but were caught, Wuming scratched his face in embarrassment.

"But she went a little too far afterwards, being very indifferent to everyone's inquiries. This is not something that someone who comes here to set up the base in advance would do. After all, no one would send a dull person."

"Besides that, what else has she done that's out of the ordinary?"

Wuming asked anxiously.

"Does it count as slandering your port district?"

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen stretched out a finger and touched her cheek, as if she was thinking. After a moment, she said with a click of the tongue.

"She said you were throwing parties every day in the port area and liked to do exciting things, so she asked Shangri-La to build the base like this. I thought Shangri-La would be smarter, but she was so straightforward that it made me despair. She actually built a prison. Haha, maybe Shangri-La is more innocent than she thinks."

Wuming blinked and asked in confusion.

"Any more?"

Prince Eugen was startled when he heard this, then frowned.

"What else?"

"Is that all? What about the slander part?"

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen said subconsciously.

"The defamatory part..."

Halfway through her words, she suddenly woke up, her smile froze, and she took three steps back almost instantly, looking at him warily, staying away from Wuming.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

Wuming coughed softly and quickly tried to save the situation.

"I mean, there's still some slanderous stuff going on. It's not like those things are true. I'm actually pretty decent."

"hehe."

Prince Eugen laughed dryly and didn't believe a word of Wuming's words.

"In short, Mr. Wuming, the man named Auckland either has sufficient skills or has a very good understanding of your port area. No matter which one it is, you need to be careful."

She looked at Wuming deeply.

"See you later, Mr. Wuming."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen came for no apparent reason and left for no apparent reason.

No, it should be said that it was Wuming who ended the conversation early.

"Why can't I control my mouth?"

Wuming muttered in distress.

Perhaps because he was Prince Eugen, he subconsciously relaxed his guard against the Iron Blood and told the truth.

Next time you encounter something like this, just refuse to admit it.

After this little episode, Wuming simply returned to the port base. At this time, in addition to the captain, Champagne was also floating quietly in the air, as quiet as a sculpture.

"There's a dark aura coming from afar, Commander. You haven't encountered anything worth being happy about."

Champagne opened his eyes, and there was a gentle meaning in his heterochromatic eyes.

"Need a champagne lap pillow? Like in the harbor."

Wuming looked at the empty ground and shook his head.

"Forget it, let's wait for Shangri-La to redecorate this place."

This cold and aloof girl did not have an appearance that had a strong impact. Her upper body was as slender as fragile glass, but below the waist, the sharp contrast of her plump thighs were particularly attractive, as soft and silky as satin, as soft and sweet as cream, which always made people love her.

Wuming gathered several carpets together, and except for one piece left for the captain, he put them all together. After doing all this, Wuming waved to Champagne, and the latter's metal boots stepped on the ground, leaving shallow dents. She sat quietly beside Wuming, with her head leaning on his shoulder.

"Huh, come to think of it, I haven't lived in a house like this for a long time. It feels a bit novel."

Knowing that the girl in his arms didn't like to talk much, Wuming spoke very consciously.

“It makes me feel like I’ve gone back in time and had nothing.”

Champagne blinked, silently reached out her hand and stroked Wuming's cheek. The latter half-closed his eyes and nodded his head to her forehead.

"But having you here still reminds me that I am actually very different now."

The cold girl had a gentle look in her eyes and listened to Wuming's words in silence.

"It's nice to have you by my side, Champagne."

"If that's what Champagne is all about, then Champagne is happy."

The corners of the doll-like girl's mouth curled up, a faint blush appeared on her face, and her heart was filled with warmth.

Wuming looked at her thin, almost translucent lips and felt a little moved. He slowly lowered his head, and as he got closer, a cough was suddenly heard outside the door.

"Cough cough!"

The next second, Wuming immediately sat up straight and looked towards the door with a serious face, while Champagne looked a little embarrassed and tense, showing anger for the first time.

Shangri-La outside the door looked around awkwardly, not knowing where to look.

"The investigation has produced results."

She paused and said.

"First, Oakland used some means to falsify the communications between Guigang District and Saratoga."

Having said this, she said again with some frustration.

"Secondly, there is no trace of her on the entire artificial island. We can't find her."

Chapter 861: The Arrival of the Vichy Church

The artificial island of White Eagle occupies a considerable area and the cost of its construction is extremely high.

The Sirens have established an all-round blockade on the oceans of this world. There are active mass-produced Siren submarines under the sea, and nano-scale no-fly grids are continuously generated in the air. Any aircraft that deviates from the safe area will have its engine affected, causing it to become blocked and eventually fall into the sea, leaving no trace of its body.

From this perspective, being able to transport such a large amount of building materials to form an artificial island can be considered a different kind of show-off.

But even so, it does not mean that White Eagle's ships can do whatever they want on White Eagle's island.

At least White Eagle's Shangri-La can do nothing about that Auckland.

"I've already asked around, and the last person to see her was Portland at the restaurant, around eight this morning. After that, we haven't seen her since."

Shangri-La had obviously vented enough of her resentment on the sea. When she came to find Wuming with the smell of gunpowder all over her body, she looked like a Buddhist.

"What about the surveillance on the island?"

Wuming asked very naturally.

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Shangri-La could see Champagne's cold gaze from the corner of her eyes. If possible, she would like to slip away at the speed of light right now, but business is important, and she still needs to finish these things before she can follow her own temperament.

"Surveillance shows that the last place she entered was this station."

She pushed up her glasses, raised her head and looked inside the base, her eyebrows jumping.

"That guy called Oakland is really too much. Even ordinary humans would find this kind of arrangement unbearable."