Come and connect with me!

Wuming's eyebrows twitched, and he examined this iron-blooded pillar in silence.

He knew that Iron Blood's ships attached great importance to efficiency, but he did not expect that they would attach importance to this extent. In just one day, Bismarck had completed the handover work and seemed to be mentally prepared to face anything.

“It seems like I can do whatever I want.”

Wudan supported his face with one hand and spoke.

"Yes, but according to the agreement, the only ones you can do whatever you want are me and the Iron Bloods under my command. Unfortunately, I am no longer the flagship of the Iron Bloods. This agreement was signed with me. If you want to control the Iron Bloods, you have to talk to the next flagship."

Bismarck had evidently done his homework.

"If you Sirens are not satisfied with this result, I have nothing to say. After all, you set the rules and the loopholes."

The specific agreement between the Observer and Iron Blood was to provide technology and obtain Iron Blood's command authority. Wuming also felt that this was unnecessary at the time. After all, the Sirens had too many ways to guide them without anyone noticing, which seemed too reckless to achieve their goals.

But after seeing the whole picture of Siren's experiment, you will know that this kind of guided experimental method has been handed over to Azur Lane. The red central axis is the most direct place where Siren performs, and this is done just to see the reactions of all parties under different situations. Success doesn't matter, and failure is acceptable. Anyway, everything will be recorded in detail and uploaded to the main engine of the experimental agency. All puzzling and even stupid actions are for experimental data.

If the mouse in the box thinks that pressing a button will result in a portion of food, then it is manipulating the humans outside the box, and this empiricism is obviously ridiculous.

"It's interesting."

Wuming said without comment.

"Then do you, or Siren, accept this result?"

There was no fluctuation in Bismarck's tone, but Wuming saw clearly that she subconsciously raised her hand, as if she wanted to press down the brim of her hat, but finally put her hand down in a concealing manner and tucked her entire arm under her long sleeves.

"Of course I accept it. You may be more important than you think."

Wuming's gaze lingered on Bismarck's face. Seeing this unscrupulous look, the latter bit his lower lip in humiliation, and his eyes turned colder little by little.

"You can choose to come by yourself. If you can't wait, I also have a way for us to meet in the next second."

"Don't bother you, I know how to get here."

Bismarck said coldly.

"I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Bismarck. I think we will get along well, hehe."

The Siren style is relatively dark, and Wuming certainly cannot change the corporate culture immediately. He immediately grinned and revealed a villain-like smile. If it were not for the fact that there was obviously no branch of the Soul Palace in this world, he would have laughed twice on the spot.

Bismarck hung up the phone silently, which was his last small act of resistance.

If Marco Polo's idea is correct, the next thing should be...

"Drip drip!"

In the Iron-Blooded Chancellery, Prince Eugen waited patiently for Bismarck's call to end before he quickly contacted Wuming.

"Hi, Commander, the weather is really nice today."

She looked up at the thunderclouds rumbling in the distance and gave a compliment against her will.

"You look more energetic than when I left. Did something good happen to you?"

"That's a good thing, I guess. My port will soon welcome a Rubik's Cube ship that will allow me to do whatever I want. I feel happy just thinking about it."

Wuming said this deliberately, and the effect was immediate. Prince Eugen's face turned dark almost immediately.

"Ahem, Mr. Wuming."

She coughed softly and said seriously.

"I'm here to negotiate terms with you."

Chapter 1052: All Tactics Transformation

Negotiate terms?

Wuming's eyes twitched when he heard these words that gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

"Be specific."

"I roughly know a little about what happened between Bismarck and you."

Prince Eugen said to Wuming with a serious expression on his face that was not there before.

"The previous agreement was that when the Siren needed it, Iron Blood would provide its full support without reservation. In return, biological ship suit technology and other technologies were all conditions for this request. That's right, right?"

"Almost. Is this what you mean by the terms of negotiation?"

Wuming asked, pretending to be confused.

"Then there is nothing to discuss, because just now, this matter has come to an end."

"No, no, no, I know that, in fact, Bismarck has already chosen his successor."

There was no trace of a smile on Prince Eugen's face, and he unconsciously recalled the situation at that time.

The self-righteous behavior of the two did not prompt Bismarck to respond. The latter just nodded coldly and rejected their requests unceremoniously with his usual strong style.

"This is the plan with the least loss. There is a time to be willful. Stop saying such stupid things."

Judging from the impact alone, this is certainly understandable. It is just sacrificing an Iron Blood flagship, which is a negligible loss to the entire camp. Everyone should know how insignificant they are, let alone the Iron Blood flagship, which is known for its rationality.

But Bismarck had obviously miscalculated. Her rebuttal failed to save her mistake. As soon as she left the office, her secretary ship contacted Wuming.

"so?"

Prince Eugen on the light screen was silent for a moment. She bit her fingers and then calmed herself down. This small action made her calm down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"In the human world's terms, the deal between Bismarck and you is a complete mess. She resigned from her position and is just a cube ship named Bismarck. With your technology, you can have as many as you want. This is obviously inconsistent with your original intention."

Wumingxu narrowed his eyes and spoke.

"Go on."

"Punishment can only serve as a psychological comfort. I think you must have certain restrictions, or some kind of rules, that prevent you from directly ruling the world, so that each camp has the necessity to exist. Then, the deal I want to discuss is to use the command authority over the entire Iron Blood in exchange for Bismarck's freedom, just as a [debt redemption]. Of course, this act of redemption cannot be without cost. Counting the one thing she should have done, Iron Blood will give her an additional one, a total of three command authorities."

She raised the corners of her mouth, and there was even a hint of madness in her light brown eyes.

"If you agree, Iron Blood can even declare war on the other three camps directly!"

Wuming remained silent, staring at the air.

In this way, it seems that there is no loss, one command is changed into three, and there is no need to get a tattoo on the back of the hand. No one should refuse it, but Wuming temporarily puts himself into the perspective of Siren and finds that it is another trick.

After all, the so-called command authority was originally an experimental project of the Siren, not a command seal used by the weak to restrain the strong. In the exchange list of the Siren, the brainwashing machine is too cheap. If it is really necessary, all mankind can rebel with one click. It can be said that this kind of command authority is actually just a gimmick. I am afraid that the observers are also looking forward to Bismarck's countermeasures, and observing her reaction is their purpose.

As for this kind of absolute command, there is not much difference between one time and countless times. It is just a nice name. There is no such thing as a command with low priority that requires another stroke to order Seva to hit the cup. From beginning to end, the entire game field is under the control of Siren.

"Well? Bismarck doesn't have to come, but anyone can come except her."

The iron-blooded Prince Eugen gave a bewitching smile.

"Including me."

Wuming glanced at her and spoke.

"That sounds great, but why do I find it so totally unattractive?"

After a pause, Wuming glanced at Prince Eugen.

"I can use one order to ask you all to treat me as someone you can't mess with."

"If you can handle it, I don't mind. Well, there's already another me who's checked it out for me, so it can't be that bad anyway."

Prince Eugen said this, feeling surprisingly calm. If she was facing a white-haired seafood monster, she might not be able to be so carefree. However, when she saw Wuming's slightly frowning face, Prince Eugen did not feel any pressure.

"Then why don't you Ironbloods just follow me?"

Wuming said faintly.

Prince Eugen's expression froze, as if he was stumped by the question.

"Think about it carefully, I will first..."

Going on a date with Reno first.

Before he could finish the rest of the sentence, Wuming saw Prince Eugen's face quickly enlarged, and his big head filled the entire screen.

"Okay, Commander, I'll report in shortly!"

“Oh, no…”

"drop!"

Wuming was about to speak when he saw the screen suddenly go black and the call was hung up.

There was a long silence in the room.

He blinked, stood there for a while, and then scratched his head.

"She, shouldn't she hesitate for a moment, and then think about it again?"

According to Marco Polo's idea, Bismarck was the soul of the Iron Blood. As long as he was captured, the entire Iron Blood would be basically captured. If it was converted into Marco Polo's terminology, it would definitely be some large and complex words. If it was converted into Wuming's terminology, it would be...

[Through secretly coercing Bismarck to force most of the Iron Bloods to obey, and then dyeing their hair yellow to defeat them one by one and finally eating the rice bowl battle]

However, as expected of Marco Polo's plan, it could not keep up with the changes and was bound to fail. He had only made a start, and before he could get into the threatening phase, the opponents had all surrendered. Their moral lowliness was so low that he had no time to react.

"It's impossible. Is it because I have some kind of charisma?"

Wuming thought hard, then couldn't help laughing.

"Forget it, let's not be stupid."

He was already past the age where he liked to be self-righteous, and he would never dream of such an outrageous scene that would make him tremble with fear.

In short, when the enemy comes, we will fight them with our soldiers; when the water comes, we will block it with earth.

After waiting for a while and making sure that there were no new calls coming in, Wuming told Marco Polo the whole story in as much detail as possible to see what unique insights this master of failure studies had.

A moment later, Marco Polo's reply came.

[Don't worry, Commander, this is also within my expectations. Prince Eugen is 100% cheating! ]

Wuming read it word by word and nodded in understanding.

Well, she said, it seems that Prince Eugen really wants to change his place of work.

Chapter 1053 Trial Dating Declaration

In the dense jungle, a tall woman with short silver hair half-raised her face, feeling the touch of the forest wind blowing across her cheeks. The breeze blew the ends of her hair, making her look particularly ethereal.

After a moment, Reno opened his eyes, and his lavender eyes fixed on Wuming without hesitation.

"When did you discover me?"

Wuming stood not far from her, admiring this peaceful scene for a long time and couldn't bear to interrupt it.

"Your heartbeat was a little too noticeable a few minutes ago."

Lino lowered his eyes, put his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly to look at Wuming, and looked a little shy.

"What were you thinking about at that time?"

"Well, just as you thought."

Wuming came to Reno, who showed an obviously surprised expression and then teased.

"I'm thinking about the new issue of the comics."

"Then I was thinking about you reading comics."

Reno opened his mouth, stretched out his hand with some embarrassment, and tapped Wuming's shoulder lightly.

"What a cunning answer. It seems that everyone was right to tell me to be on guard against you before I came here!"

When she got to this point, she finally reacted and asked.

"Are you done?"

"Well, get the matter resolved as soon as possible. I came right over. But since you were enjoying your hair dryer, I didn't disturb you."

Wuming saw a strand of hair falling in front of Reno's eyes, and immediately reached out to move her hair aside. The latter froze, as if she was not used to such intimate actions, but she just blushed and let Wuming do it.

"It's not that I'm happy with the wind blowing, but that I'm too bored."

Reno saw Wuming's gaze and spoke.

"I was very excited when I came here. I stared at the ceiling and counted the time last night. My mind was full of stories that might happen. But no matter how hard I tried to fall asleep, I still didn't get much rest. But just when I came out, I realized that besides you, I don't think I know anyone here. So I might as well stay here and wait for you to finish your business."

Reno seemed to smile bitterly as he said this.