The whole group fell silent for a second.
Then the Military Department went crazy!
The court and the citizens went crazy too!
The entire London was in a frenzy!
NO projection! NO joke!
This, is, real!!!
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(Hmm, does it sound too far-fetched? I can only tell you that this chapter's Hellfire is the turning point of the entire book. Its value and climax lie exactly here.)
In a distant mountain forest, no, in a world-famous vacation villa in the mid-mountain rainforest, a man in red shorts with long legs suddenly put down his drink and said, "Hey, those rotten English bastards are badmouthing me again. Wait, what the hell is this!"
On his computer screen, besides densely packed lines of code, there was a picture, one that was just circulated in the British naval system.
And then he went Sparta, his first reaction was that these English bastards must have detected my surveillance on them, and then turned the tables on me?
Or...
A minute later, he muttered.
