Chapter 180 - Self-Rescue Manual of a Villainess

The day to rescue Wuluo is approaching rapidly. Despite being well-prepared in advance and even devoting herself to Long Yun to seek assistance, Nan Yin still felt a slight sense of confusion when the day arrived. But after the confusion faded, she decisively moved forward. The team for this operation shouldn't be too large, so Nan Yin selected reliable elite confidants from the Ambrera International. Of course, Matsuba Tadashi and White Wolf, who had just awakened their abilities, were included. At the same time, Nan Yin also planned to bring Luo Nu and the low-profile Black Fox One this time. Nan Yin was laying all her cards on the table. Meanwhile, in the Dragon Guard Mansion of the Divine Empire. "General, everything is ready." The Dragon Guard wearing black armor respectfully handed over the documents to the person in front of them. "The positioning system for the Kuznetsov has been installed under the coordination of the Dragon Fang One. When the Allied Forces arrive, we can immediately activate it to obtain the real-time location information of the Kuznetsov." Upon hearing the Dragon Guard's words, the white-haired man in the uniform of the Divine Empire's Navy Admiral nodded slightly. Then, he turned to another Navy Vice Admiral beside him, asking, "Is the Marine Corps ready?" This operation was of great significance, and the authorities had no trust in the military, so it would be carried out by the Royal Navy Marine Corps and the newly established Space Force. "The Marines are eager to go. Old Huang even asked me about the timing of the operation this morning. You don't need to worry about them." The general smiled. "Don't be so lighthearted. Although this operation doesn't involve the navy, all the officers named by His Majesty must personally participate in the operation. Are you prepared?" The preceding general furrowed his brow and asked. It was only at this moment that the Dragon Guard realized that these two generals in front of him actually bore a resemblance and both had handsome white hair. Due to professional habits, the Dragon Guard subconsciously searched for information about these two in his mind. After a moment, he had a moment of realization. They were the eldest and second sons of Bai Zhao Jian, the current Prime Minister. Both were military men. The eldest son, Bai Ning, was currently a senior general, appointed by His Divine Majesty as one of the founding members of the Earth Federation's Space Force, and had remarkable military achievements in previous conflicts against Russia and the United States. The second son, Bai Heng, was no less remarkable than his brother. He was the current Supreme Commander of the Divine Empire's First Fleet and had hundreds of large and small warships under his command. Indeed, with Bai Heng and his fleet alone, they could dominate the Earth's oceans. Now, standing before him were these two generals. "Me? What preparations do I need to make?" Bai Heng chuckled on the surface, but a glint flashed in his eyes. "As long as no one from the High Council causes any trouble, this operation will lay the foundation for our Divine Empire's millennium legacy." While the Divine Empire was secretly mobilizing, several major countries in the world were also mobilizing absolute elites and trusted forces. Of course, these actions were concealed from the so-called "official authorities." The United Kingdom of Great Britain, the Knights of the Round Table followed King Arthur through the teleportation gate. The Kingdom of Prussia, the long-dormant Frederick the Great suddenly opened his eyes, his scepter shining. In the Soviet Union, under the watchful gaze of Stalin, Lenin awoke from his icy tomb. At this moment, in the core bridge of the Greed Wolf aircraft carrier, the chief organizer of this auction was receiving a special guest. The Scorpion still wore the old uniform of the Beiyang Naval Academy, but despite being dubbed the "smiling tiger," there was no hint of a smile on his face at the moment, replaced by a furrowed brow. "General Sesario, on behalf of all members of Greed Wolf, I welcome your arrival. I hope this auction will provide you with great enjoyment." The Scorpion looked at the middle-aged man in the uniform of the United States of America, smiling politely. Although the Scorpion had completely broken ties with the Divine Empire, he still had no affection for this man, formerly serving in the Beiyang Fleet. General Cesare Santos wore a rather ridiculous bear mask in the eyes of the Scorpion. According to the rules, every guest attending the auction would wear a mask. After all, wouldn't it be more enjoyable not to reveal one's identity? But the Scorpion found it amusing that the man wearing the uniform of the United States of America thought no one would recognize him. "Oh, Mr. Scorpion, long time no see. I didn't expect your organization to send you to welcome me." General Cesare seemed particularly pleased today. As an extreme patriot, he had overlooked the Scorpion's attire that disgusted many members of the Union military. "General Cesare is one of the strongest supporters of Greed Wolf. It's only natural." The corners of the Scorpion’s mouth raised into a forced smile. Then, he stepped aside, making a gesture of courtesy. "Please, come inside." "Come inside — oh, of course, but I am waiting for a very distinguished guest. Mr. Scorpion, please wait for a moment." General Cesare made a humming sound with a large nose. After a moment, two Union soldiers slowly emerged from the military shuttle behind him. Before the two soldiers, however, was a figure completely wrapped in a brown cloak. "Mr. Nan Shan, please." General Cesare stepped forward and turned to the cloaked figure. "General Cesare, please." Nan Shan extended his hand and pulled down his hat. His face was half-covered in an iron-colored mask. "General Cesare is very kind." Nan Shan smiled at General Cesare, not being modest at all, and walked off the shuttle ahead of him. Seeing Nan Shan's unceremonious acknowledgment of his courtesy, General Cesare did not show any sign of displeasure. Instead, the Scorpion, standing beside him, was quite curious about this seemingly ordinary Asian man. He had long heard that General Cesare was always arrogant. Of course, with his background as a three-star lieutenant general of the United States of America, the former commander of the Pacific Fleet who led the decisive battle against the Soviet Union's First Fleet, General Cesare indeed had the right to be proud. But this prominent figure was showing such warmth towards this seemingly ordinary Asian man in front of him. It seemed that this matter was worth reporting to the higher-ups. The Scorpion thought so but showed no curiosity about Nan Shan's identity on the surface. He only gave a polite smile and, with General Cesare and Nan Shan, along with their entourages, headed towards the interior of the mother ship. "Oh, if I'm not mistaken, this should be the Ziruthnov-class space aircraft carrier of those Slavic people. I have to say, Mr. Scorpion, your organization's judgment in this matter seems a bit off.” As they walked through the interior passageways of the mother ship, General Cesare instinctively surveyed the completely decommissioned Soviet space aircraft carrier of thirty years ago. Despite being an expert in this area and being on the opposing side, he was the first to make fun of this somewhat “legendary” space aircraft carrier. "Those Old Russians don't know what a war beast is. There are significant problems with the structure of this carrier's fuselage itself, and its unmanned aerial vehicle deck is still using a third-generation electronic catapult board. Let me guess, are you still using those treaty-class unmanned aerial vehicles?" "If your organization had chosen our American Lexington-class war mothership, I don't think you'd have been chased by those brats from the armaments department for these past few years." Listening to General Cesare's sarcastic remarks, the Scorpion just smiled coldly. "Your American Lexington-class war mothership? Would the United States of America sell a starship war to a religious organization? It's easy to talk big, isn't it?"