Come and connect with me!

Tirpitz's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded slowly.

"I know your name. It seems that I am being rude. I am sorry to bother you."

Having said this, she turned and left.

"It's not too much of a bother, if you have nothing to do, would you like to chat with me?"

Tirpitz looked at Prince Eugen silently and expressed his refusal with a cold expression.

"I mean, why don't you talk to me first on behalf of Bismarck?"

Wuming said this, and Tirpitz's face changed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded and said.

"I just happen to have nothing to do."

Bismarck, who was still on the passenger ship, suddenly sneezed violently, and felt uneasy.

"Ok?"

Chapter 1036: Sneeze

"This is the side of the port. The reefs are densely packed. It can be considered a natural protective measure, although it can only block civilian ships from docking."

"This is an open space at the port. Because it doesn't occupy a large area and not many people come here normally, various seabirds often come here."

"The seawater here is relatively clear. If Mr. Wuming is here, you can go down from here and see many underwater landscapes."

Looking at Tirpitz, who spoke in a flat voice but knew this port area like the back of his hand, Prince Eugen had a subtle expression, as if a little unbelievable.

"I can't believe it. Miss Tirpitz is more talkative than I thought. I always feel that people who know so many places are often people like Eugen."

Wuming also sighed. After all, he didn't know much about Tirpitz. The thing that impressed him most was the face that looked somewhat similar to Enterprise. Of course, Bismarck also looked like Enterprise, worthy of his identity as a senior undercover agent of White Eagle.

"I have been moving between various ports all year round. The missions I carry out are basically to stay in fixed places as a deterrent. The rotating areas are between the Iron Blood Capital and various ports. After staying there for a long time, you will naturally understand everything."

Tirpitz said calmly.

She is essentially stationed in the port as a defensive force, and her whereabouts are no secret. In other words, it is best to let the opponent know her location so as to play a restraining role and force the opponent to be on guard at all times.

"Don't call my name so affectionately... Oh, really."

Prince Eugen said helplessly. She didn't know whether Wuming did it intentionally or unintentionally, but every time he said this out of the blue, she always felt inexplicably irritated.

"Yes, yes, Prince Eugen, Your Excellency."

"Don't use the tone of coaxing a child, Wuming, sir!"

Prince Eugen replied without hesitation.

Tirpitz watched all this quietly from the side, and suddenly spoke.

"Eugen, you and Mr. Wuming have a really good relationship."

"I... this isn't a question of whether the relationship is good or not. Anyway, it's hard to explain."

When it comes to feelings, he needs to explain to the cold, white-haired version of Bismarck in front of him what the her in the parallel world is. She in the parallel world married Wuming, and then he needs to further explain his complicated feelings. Prince Eugen thought about it and it turned out to be a difficult explanation.

"Are you thinking of Bismarck?"

Wuming asked tentatively.

Tirpitz froze, stared coldly at Prince Eugen's shoulder, and then said firmly.

"Mr. Wuming, why do you say that?"

"I guess. After all, things have always been awkward between you and Bismarck."

Wuming leaned back slightly in the command room of the port, leaning back in her chair, looking at Tirpitz, who had an uncertain expression on the light screen. His words obviously made her a little shaken.

"Hey, are you sure you want to flirt with Tirpitz in front of me? I will definitely tell Bismarck about it."

"My business has nothing to do with her."

Without waiting for Prince Eugen to continue fanning the flames, Tirpitz interrupted her decisively and continued to look at the communicator.

"Mr. Wuming, can you tell me what you mean by awkwardness?"

There was a hint of anger and stubbornness in these words, and this attitude gave people a feeling of Bismarck. However, Tirpitz was completely unaware of this and just waited quietly for Wuming's reply.

"Probably, it's two people who want to care about each other, but are both clumsy. The final result is that without external forces, neither of them can do anything, and they are stuck in the middle."

Wuming thought about it and concluded.

"You don't need to tell me, everyone can see it... Don't glare at me, I'm not the only one saying this."

Prince Eugen said this with an innocent look on his face, but he always felt that there was a hint of anger under the cold face of Tirpitz.

"That's it, I understand."

Tirpitz whispered to himself, then narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. Wuming, are you familiar with Bismarck?"

"I'm quite familiar with them. I have a wide range of friends, and I'm familiar with people from all camps."

Wuming was thinking about Bismarck's swimsuit, and his tone sounded a little vague. Tirpitz didn't notice this change at all, but Prince Eugen's eyes twitched when he heard it.

"Wuming you..."

"Mr. Wuming!"

The sound of footsteps came from far away and Bismarck's footsteps were unexpectedly hurried, giving the illusion of braised eyebrows.

"I've dealt with my business, let's go to the office and discuss it in detail."

She came over in a hurry, and there was even a hint of panic in her voice. Prince Eugen subconsciously turned around to allow Wuming to see Bismarck at this moment. She was looking at Tirpitz nervously, and seemed to be worried that Wuming, a guy thousands of miles away, had the magical skill of making people pregnant remotely.

Tirpitz frowned slightly and spoke impatiently.

"If it's all right, I'll leave first, Bismarck."

"you......"

Bismarck opened her mouth, and Wuming saw her pursing her lips and quickly approaching. Then his light screen suddenly dimmed and the communication was interrupted.

Wuming from Hongqu had a puzzled look on his face. He was watching the exciting part when his signal was cut off.

While this side was being deceived, Bismarck on the other side rarely got angry.

"Tirpitz, don't get close to Wuming, you will become unfortunate!"

"I am an independent and free man who can decide my own future. As long as it does not violate the interests of the Iron Blood, you have no right to order me around!"

Tirpitz replied coldly.

"I, I'm doing this for your own good, what are you thinking about?"

Bismarck looked at Tirpitz in astonishment, and was even a little confused for a moment, but the next second, she thought of Wuming's bad rumors, which made her look at her sisters with even more concern.

"...I'm tired."

Tirpitz looked at Bismarck's expression, turned away with a sullen face, leaving Prince Eugen alone with his face covered in silence.

After a moment, Bismarck looked at the sea, clenched his fists silently, and spoke in a low voice.

"Eugen, what did that playboy say to Titz?"

"He said that you two are awkward, that you care about each other but don't know how to express it... Don't glare at me, that's what he said."

Prince Eugen explained helplessly.

"Huh...what does he know about us?"

Bismarck's tone was cold, and she rarely showed annoyance. Then she seemed to think of something and her face became even uglier.

"I see. Is this how these damn seafood monsters take revenge on me?"

"Bismarck? What revenge?"

Prince Eugen noticed something was wrong and asked with concern.

"No, it's nothing. Let's go back to the office. I want to talk to him."

Bismarck said this, and suppressed the coldness in his eyes.

My non-cooperation really angered the Siren... No, I can't let Tits bear the blame for my mistake.

As she thought of this, her eyes became more determined.

"Aqiu!"

Wuming sneezed for no reason.

"Who is talking about me?"

Chapter 1037: The Camps and the Siren

"drop!"

The light screen lit up again.

Wuming put down the half-drunk water and looked at Bismarck's sour face.

"Um, should I say, hi?"

"No, I've already dismissed Eugen, let's talk it out loud."

Bismarck had an ugly expression on her face, and she looked like she was going to get out from the light screen and give Wuming a ruthless blow.

"Of course, I like to get straight to the point."

Wuming looked at the light screen. This was Bismarck's office. The camera was pointed at her back. There should have been a window with convenient ventilation, but at this moment, the curtains were carefully drawn, not wanting to leave even a gap.

"Very good, then according to the observer, I should be punished for breaking my promise, which is reasonable. But now you are trying to play some balancing tricks, which is obviously different from what we said before!"

Bismarck pressed the brim of her hat, her deep blue eyes filled with annoyance and irritation. She was not as strong as she had been outside before. In front of a guy she felt she could not keep any secrets from, concealing things and bluffing seemed too ridiculous.

"It's a different time, Bismarck."

Wuming thought about the observer who was on vacation, and his tone was calm.

"I'm wondering, does this have anything to do with what we're talking about now?"

Bismarck pursed his lips, looked at Wuming steadily, and then spoke slowly.

"You're right. So, have you thought about what price you want Ironblood to pay?"

Upon hearing this, Wuming slowly turned his gaze towards Bismarck. This iron-blooded flagship possessed all the qualities that a qualified leader should have: calm, rational, composed, and always prepared for unexpected situations. However, it seemed a little uncomfortable under Wuming's scrutinizing gaze.

Indeed, judging from the perspective of a flagship, she was undoubtedly extremely outstanding, but Wuming was not looking at her leadership or command ability, but was observing her from a perspective that made her feel unfamiliar.

Observe her beautiful face that is overlooked beneath her heroic expression;

Watching the voluptuous outline beneath her severe outer garment, rising and falling slightly with her breathing;

Observe her tightly pursed thin red lips and admire her slightly uneasy and shy expression.

"Did the Watcher tell you anything?"

After a moment, Wuming spoke with a hint of surprise, puzzled by Bismarck's rare silence. In fact, he had already prepared himself mentally for a quarrel with this always strong female prime minister, but he did not expect her to be so tolerant. Instead, he became curious about the relationship between the observer and Iron Blood before he left.

"She said Ironblood must pay the price, or she will come and get it herself."

Bismarck said in a calm tone.

"Can you represent the will of the Siren?"

"Okay now."

Wuming thought about the many powers he possessed and spoke confidently.

Although there was a sense of déjà vu that there was no tiger in the mountain, but as far as the current situation was concerned, he did take over all the arrangements left by the Siren in this world.

"Do you need to change the previous agreement?"

Bismarck spoke again.

"Well, this..."

Wuming was a little undecided. He thought that opening the skylight meant that Bismarck took the agreement or agreement with the observer and negotiated with the current person in charge, Wuming, but now it seems that it is closer to a new way of guessing.

"Let's keep it as it is."

Therefore, Wuming decisively chose a more conservative approach. The moment he said this, Bismarck's face turned pale, almost visibly.