Azur Lane: The Tragic Admiral’s Azur Life

Outside the docks, two blocks from the Stork family villa.

This area has the most expensive housing and land prices around the entire port area, and is also a well-known wealthy area.

Those who can own a place here are either rich or noble. Even the smallest villa has a price that is about three times higher than that of the same size in other areas.

The reason for this situation is that one end of this block is connected to a special port in the port area.

A dedicated port used only by Azur Lane to transport the Mind Cube, dignitaries from various countries, and shipgirl visitors from other countries!

Starting from the section near the port, with house numbers from 1 to 100, one hundred villas make up this special and extremely long street.

To briefly understand the importance of this port and this street, it is enough to say this: Villa No. 1 here belongs to the company responsible for the port area, and No. 2 belongs to Cleveland.

前10号全部属于本港区管理层的舰娘，而11~20号则是常年的闲置房供港区的客人们使用，21~30属于另一批舰娘。

In other words, the ten villas No. 11 to 20 are the safest places in the entire port area.

From the 31st to the 34th, it will be idle for many years, and it will only be sold to the public starting from the 35th. It belongs to ordinary people.

Assuming you live on this street, when you see a figure or a vehicle coming or going from the side of Room 34, it proves that the opportunity has come.

The other two blocks close to this block, that is, the block where Stork's house is located and the two blocks between this block, are purely commercial blocks, high-end commercial streets!

In other words, the recent outside visitor is also two blocks away. Is it the same thing as someone who lives in the same block to visit his neighbor?

However, in such a place where every inch of land is at a premium, no one knew that Room 72 had quietly changed its owner a month ago.

Now it belongs to Burton Reed, an old gentleman from the royal family.

Of course this is only in name.

In the evening, Hermann Stock was standing nervously at the door of Villa No. 72.

It was winter, already December, but cold sweat still broke out on his forehead, and he was pacing back and forth at the door in a hurry.

Fortunately, the people who live in this neighborhood are basically busy people. There are no big shots living here now, and naturally none of the nearby neighbors are here.

Otherwise, with his performance, he will be paid close attention to.

Not long after, the voice he had been waiting for came from the side.

"Relax, Herman. If you are seen like this, everyone will come and watch. Do you want a few drones floating outside the window while we are talking?"

"Oh, God! You're finally here!"

Herman took three steps at a time and came to Yang Sikang's side, grabbed him with one hand and walked towards the villa.

Belfast on the side followed up calmly, while Javelin looked left and right as if he was guarding against something.

Enter the villa and close the door. Yang Sikang's relaxed expression immediately calmed down.

"Javelin, I'll leave the security work to you. If anything unusual happens, please notify the reputation and counterattack directly."

"Understood! Leave it to me, Commander! The javelin will protect you!"

Only then did Herman look at Belfast next to him in surprise, as if he had just noticed the maid.

But he is a smart man. Of course, it is also possible that other things currently keep him from taking care of these things.

He brought Yang Sikang to the living room. The lights were bright, but all the windows were blocked by curtains.

There were more than a dozen people sitting around the large suit sofa, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Sikang.

But he didn't seem to see it and just frowned.

"Draw all the curtains in broad daylight. Isn't it obvious that people are coming to see you? Open the curtains in the backyard. Don't make it look like you are planning a terrorist attack."

Belfast walked over and opened the curtains and windows.

The winter sea breeze penetrated into the room with a coolness, and Yang Sikang looked at the people on the sofa.

There are 16 people here in total, 12 of them are women and only 4 are men.

Everyone's movements were very neat, with their hands on their knees and their bodies sitting upright.

But this personnel composition made Yang Sikang frown slightly. He looked at Belfast, who shook his head slightly.

The quality of these 16 people is obviously very high, and their eyes are as sharp as knives. If you observe carefully, you can find that most of their bodies are in a semi-tense state.

"Welcome to White Eagle, everyone from Donghuang. But before we get down to business, although I am sure that my Belfast has accurately communicated my needs to Donghuang, I still want to confirm it again. .”

Scanning the 16 faces with different but determined expressions, Yang Sikang's eyes suddenly changed and became serious:

"I have gone to great lengths to invite you all from Donghuang to White Eagle to invite you to kill people. If anyone refuses or has any objections, please raise them now and not wait until later."

The 16 people were silent, but Herman looked at these people from the East nervously.

He knew Yang Sikang's arrangements in advance, but he didn't expect that things would go so smoothly.

These people mingled inside the merchant ships. After the ship docked, they first arranged for some unimportant stowaways to leave in a covert manner, and then had these people mixed in with the merchandise and taken out.

When the owner is not at home at night, they get out of the goods and leave according to the map that the owner left in the house.

This villa was provided to Yang Sikang by several other families, but until his plan was completed, the ownership of the villa was temporarily in Mr. Burton's name.

Previously, Herman found a construction company in Donghuang and built a three-story underground facility, which is now the villa.

And as Yang Sikang said, he spent so much time and thought to get such a group of people from Donghuang and Zhenhai for one purpose only: to kill people!

Two minutes later, Yang Sikang reset the timer on his hand and smiled slightly.

"Since none of you have anything to say, let's get down to business."

As soon as he finished speaking, Belfast returned to Yang Sikang and handed a document bag to him.

Yang Sikang took the document bag, opened the bag and placed it on the coffee table.

These people took the information into their own hands, and then there was the sound of silently flipping through the documents.

Herman leaned close to Yang Sikang's ear and asked in a low voice:

"Yang, are you sure nothing will happen to you? You know, if WBI finds out..."

"Don't worry, Herman."

Yang Sikang smiled and replied:

"There won't be any problems. As long as we don't attack the president or partisan politicians, WBI won't be a problem."

Herman was careful when asking, but Yang Sikang answered unscrupulously.

Other people looked over, and then the woman sitting in the main seat raised her hand.

This is a woman with short, lean hair. Her behavior and temperament are almost the same as those of the male soldier next to her. However, her sexual characteristics are quite spectacular, so that she will not be mistaken for a male.

"Please say."

"Hello, Mr. Yang, my name is Sun Tong. In this operation, I will serve as the liaison officer."

"Hello, Miss Sun. Is there any problem with the information?"

Yang Sikang responded with a very polite smile. He showed great respect to these people who were invited to do the murder by smuggling from Donghuang.

This is partly due to the fact that he was born in Donghuang. Although they are not in the same world at all, he had a higher favorable impression of Donghuang from the beginning.

Moreover, he has always believed in the abilities of Donghuang's soldiers.

"The information is very detailed and rich in content. I noticed that the people in these materials have different occupations and identities, so for personal reasons I want to ask if I can know why they were killed?"

Yang Sikang looked at Sun Tong playfully and asked:

"Miss Sun should understand what it means to obey orders unconditionally, right?"

"Yes, so if you don't want to tell me, I won't continue to ask."

Smiling, Yang Sikang replied:

"The reason is simple, because they want to kill me."

Under the gaze of everyone, Belfast took two chairs from another room and placed them here. Yang Sikang sat down and said calmly:

"Four months ago, I was shot in a construction room in the port area. Fortunately, I did not die on the spot. But on the way to rescue, many people directly or indirectly tried to attack me. Intent on killing me."

"The severity of what happened in the port construction room is simply equivalent to someone shooting soldiers at the gate of a military base in front of the guards."

Having said this, he glanced around and then continued:

"As you can imagine, the results were that all the candidate commanders who were directly sentenced to death on the spot and later, the attackers who had sneaked in, and the security personnel who had accepted bribes were all eliminated. Then I was hated."

He raised his hand and pointed at the information.

"Some of them were paid, and some simply didn't like me. Maybe there are some racists among them? But I'm not interested in finding out the reasons why they want to kill me one by one."

Leaning back and crossing his legs, Yang Sikang raised his head.

"Although their people have been dealt with, they themselves act as if they are not involved. I am a small-minded person and can't stand this kind of thing, not to mention that I almost died myself, so courtesy should be reciprocated."

Yang Sikang spoke calmly, as if this was just an unimportant matter. But the people present were a little surprised. They obviously didn't expect Yang Sikang to do such a troublesome thing for such a reason.

However, Yang Sikang's next words made their hearts skip a beat.

"Besides, if we don't kill them all, how can we let other people with ideas take their hands back?"