Eagle Union, Washington D.C. White House
Sept 23, 1942
8:00 AM
Oval Office, Office of the President
FDR sifted through document after document of the problems that just transpired in a span of just 1 week. The problem he is facing are the documents of complaints and the problem of the three Modern Kansens so far doing their wake of destruction at their mission.
The first stack of papers at the mountain of problems regarding this is the fallout of Lafayette's actions and Lucas's. The premature eruption of Taal Volcano in the Philippines, located on the larger main island of Luzon.
Lafayette's Team planted explosives inside the Siren Facility which is hidden at the crater of Taal Volcano itself. The Siren Facility itself stretched down through the crater of the Volcano, and with the explosive detonation, it awakens it from eruption.
Next is Lucas. Lucas fired a barrage of Tomahawk Missile to eliminate one Creature called Oculus Dei (the one eye crab-like with tentacles) the explosion of the Tomahawk Strike raptures the crater and along with the explosive charge planted by Lafayette's Team. The whole Taal Volcano erupts aggressively.
The Fallout of the erupting Taal Volcano hinders the operation of reviving the whole Philippines into a working country, again, as the Army is now prioritizing the safety of the Locals that went hiding at the Woods and Cave Systems.
FDR massages his aching forehead as he reviews the shit-show situation that occurred in the Philippines as Lafayette's Team is called back at Naval Base Norfolk for a secret mission code named: Operation Drumbeat.
The details of that mission are so classified that he only knew a few about it as it involved submarine operations. He didn't think twice as to why his Team was chosen to do this secret mission, as his Team specializes in Anti-Submarine Warfare.
"You maybe in a small size, but your reputation precedes you." FDR commented on Lafayette's shenanigans and the following orders.
After that, he sifted through the next document. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he sees this political mess can't be avoided no matter what maneuvers he makes.
The outcome and consequences of the deployment of DDG-200 USS Laffey in Cuba. According to the complaints of the Cuban Government, it is about the burning of a secluded Farm Field that the Iron Blood Operatives use as safe haven for covert operations in the Caribbean.
The Operation caused some commotion as one of the Farm Fields along with the House and Barn got blown to bits by their assets. And that's one of Cuban Government is crying about, they literally ignore the existence of Iron Blood Operatives operating on their lands.
But all in all the operation achieves its primary and secondary mission. The main mission is to capture the two escapees back to the Detention Center, and with the bonus part of discovering the hidden base of operation of Iron Blood Operatives in Cuba.
That discovery was all too accidental as Laffey-200 chased the escapees at the dugged-in tunnel, they used to cover their supply lines.
The second objective or the afterthought mission as they called it. It revolves around Laffey-200's performance at fighting/exterminating the Iron Blood Operatives. The reports from Agent Kevin and Agent John were all too fantastical or horror to be believed in, but the evidence itself proves the authenticity of the report of the two OSS Agents.
Laffey-200 uses only her dual Desert Eagle in eliminating Iron Blood Operatives with precise precision that all the shot cleaves off a chunk of their foreheads.
FDR felt his stomach turn as he read the report further regarding Laffey-200's way of handling the Operatives. He never in his life read such a report that mentioned multiple gores in one page of report paper.
"What are the things going inside the heads of American thinking as to create such a monstrosity, such as her." FDR muttered to himself as he couldn't even imagine what kind of crazy Shipgirls in their disposal if it were all Kansenized.
"I shouldn't have to think about it. Miss Enterprise already told me that every US Navy Ships were all named after people who made crazy and unbelievable stuff in their achievements. If truth to be told I don't want to know about what crazy stuff they made." He reminds himself about that lecture.
He sifted to the next document as the previous two were giving him migraine, the reports were all unbelievable feat for such Kansens.
The next and last report is about the Northern Parliament, this is the report he needed to know what is going on inside Kremlin. The report stated that again Northern Parliament is not happy about a surprise attack on their backyard and considered it as an act of aggression if further incursion inside their territory occurs.
Of course they didn't even mention the attack on the Siren Facility hiding inside the Region of Siberia. If the people knew they were harboring Sirens inside their lands. Like what Georgian-Man feared, another revolution is going to happen if word of them hiding a Siren facility inside their territory spread out.
Georgian-Man would have considered this as one border incursion so as to not let the truth reach the people's ears of what really happens there in the Region of Siberia.
FDR cracked a little smile as he got the reaction he needed from the Northern Parliament, he and those who preceded him knew what really was going on behind that thick snow of the North.
Now the only question that is bothering him since the discovery of the Siren's ability to teleport an entire Battalion size number of Siren Troops inland.
"What are the Sirens up to?"
He asked the question to himself as he slumped back in his seat while he stared at the ceiling of his office pondering what come in the future.
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Iron Blood, Berlin
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*SLAM*
A slamming sound reverberated inside Bismarck's office, Bismarck slammed her clenched fist at the furnished wooden office table in frustration at what had just happened in Cuba. The failed rescued mission and repatriation of Odin and Akagi to Iron Blood. But the biggest blow to their operation at the southern Atlantic is the discovery of their hidden resupply lines inside Cuba.
"Damn it!!!!!!!"
Bismarck's voice boomed in frustration and anger, as Iron Blood's political grip on the Southern Continent loosened as Eagle Union and their economic reforms and trade deals got the Nations in the South enticed.
Eagle Union with guidance and advice from Enterprise-80, FDR is playing not just Hard Power but also Soft Power in the South to destroy Iron Blood's trading economy.
Iron Blood is losing Economic Partners left and right, as Azur Lane Alliance got better deals and Technology that the Modern Kansens shares to boost the Alliance's Technological Advantages.
Z-23 jolted in reaction to Bismarck's venting her frustration. Eugen, Graf Zeppelin and Hipper bear the same grim looks on their face as they can now read what Eagle Union is trying to accomplish.
"It seems Eagle Union is targeting our key economic partners to weaken our economy, and with a weak economy our Forces will crumble at the rising cost and budget cuts as to maintain the nation's economy." Eugen said.
"Those damn... other worlds Kansens are whispering at the ears of those people in Washington." Graf Zeppelin said in an angry tone as she gritted her teeth and clenched her fist.
"With our rising Military expenditure and multiple project proposals, how are we going to fund those with our economy is being targeted by Azur Lane..." Z-23 said as she trembled at the notion of budget cuts now that Azur Lane is slowly encroaching on the European shores.
Bismarck at her seat resting from all the headaches she's receiving here and there about the Modern Kansen's stunning capabilities and achievement, she let out a frustrated and tired groan.
"We need to hold back the other ambitious project that held no value or impact to our military capabilities." She said
"Hipper." She called out her name in attention.
Hipper straightened and placed a will-mannered Officer stature. "Ja, Herr Bismarck."
"Prepared an emergency meeting with the Military Higher-Up as I discussed with them the dire situation we had, about the cancellation of some ridiculous and borderline insane projects to save cost. I want them all in one place, I don't care about their stupid excuses of attending some important appointments of some sort. I want them there." She said in an angry and tired voice.
She really hates doing meetings with those Military Higher-Ups as she can feel their egos crawl under her skin. It sometimes annoys her to the point of smacking one in their heads. But with military leadership and professionalism, she opted to not add any lumps on their inflating heads that were filled with ego.
"Ja, Gnadige Frau." Hipper said in attention and left the office to inform the other Offices.
As Hipper left the Office, Bismarck shifted his attention at the single man in the room who sat on the sofa in her office.
"Dr. Stein..." She said as to call the Scientist himself. "Any of thoughts about this...." She held up a report paper that contained little information about DDG-200 USS Laffey or what they called her 'Hellhound'.
Dr. Stein got up from his seat as his Villain Lab Coat uncurled, he walked forward to read the report paper from Bismarck's hands.
"Well.... Nothing about this Kansen is normal." He said as he didn't dive deeper into that.
"Explain." Bismarck said as she and the rest of the Girls inside her Office wanted to know the Doctor's perspective on this one particular Kansen.
"According to the report here.... About the Hollenhund. She's often compared to one of our Psychopath Shipgirls." He said as everyone thinks of the one particular psychopath among Iron Blood Shipgirls.
They didn't need an IQ of 100 to know who's Shipgirl who had the same psychopathic energy both resonates in a murderous way. Yup, the same psychopathic Shipgirl that pop into their minds is Roon.
"The report says she's not that comparable to our Psychopath.... she's more mentally unstable, I-mean.... All of her targets end up losing a chunk of their forehead, dead center at the head. Few eyewitnesses saw her had a grin that can be seen in our Psychopath. She's playing with her prey with Psychological Warfare as she makes the tension tense as she picks each one... one... by... one." Dr. Stein gave his perspective.
Everyone is left pondering on Dr. Stein's perspective, and after a lengthy thinking, they all end up with the same conclusion. She's more unpredictable than the others.
"How are we going to handle her? We cannot just ignore her and move on."
Graf Zeppelin said still terrified at the thought of them charging forward without any form of countermeasures or just a weapon that can level the playing field.
"Graf is right, we cannot just ignore her and move one." Bismarck said, chin resting at her clasped hands.
Everyone turned their attention to him to anticipate his brilliant mind to work on solving this predicament that the Shipgirls were facing. They wait for his answer of countering the Hellhound.
Dr. Stein opens his arms wide and shrugs surprising the Girls. "I don't know... I have no idea nor weapon in mind nor advanced technology lethal enough to counter this kind of monster."
Graf Zeppelin loses her cool and grabs the man in the Coat and pulls him closer to her face as to face to face him with his bullshit scientific excuse.
"Don't you dare give that excuse of not having any ideas nor weapons not lethal enough to counter this single Kansen! What are we paying you for!!!"
Dr. Stein maintains his cool personality in the face of raging Graf Zeppelin. He fixes his glasses while maintaining his return gaze.
"Ja, I know... I know what am I paying for, I have a job in Iron Blood of making advances in Technology and Weaponry. But... that doesn't mean I have an infinite wisdom of making technological breakthroughs."
"Why you..."
Graf Zeppelin didn't like his response she gripped his coat even tighter, the two were in eye-to-eye in terms of a staring contest.
Bismarck at her table breaks the tension between the two. "That's enough, both of you." She said to stop further conflict between the two. "We're here to find any solution to any problems that our nation faces, and not fight among each other."
"That's enough, Graf. Losing your temper will not resolve anything." Eugen said as she untangled her grips at Dr. Stein's lab coat so tightly.
"As I'm saying...." Dr. Stein resumes. "there are no Weapons Systems existing in our current inventory powerful enough, lethal enough or advanced enough to pass through their defenses."
The loom and gloom once again covered everyone's faces inside the room as they heard another negativity.
"But..."
Their heads raised to glance at him as he said something that caught their beaten minds. It was like a ray of light piercing through a dark place as it protruded at the top.
"I noticed that their Weapons were all common or standard at their storage. The V-2 Counterpart which is a land attack, had two target priority such as land targets and sea base targets. I sometimes notice among the report of usage of such weapon quite often."
"What do you mean?" Bismarck asks as she is intrigued.
"This Missile of some sort can skim over the surface and cruise further away at a slow speed compared to our V-2 Rocket that flew in ballistic trajectory arc."
"What about its speed then?"
"We need to create a Weapon System that relies on radar as a means of tracking and intercepting a slow-flying missile such as this."
"It seems you already had a plan in mind for such weapon." Bismarck said as she read his mind.
Dr. Stein is the man she relied on when it comes to making a Weapon System that other Scientists would consider impossible because of the limitations of advances in technology. Bismarck is treating him like how Enterprise-80 treats William.
"Ja. I made a Weapon System similar to the Modern Kansens advance AA-Guns." He said as he pulled out a blueprint of the said Weapon System for countering the Subsonic Missile.
Graf Zeppelin take a glance at the blueprint that was placed over the table. The Weapon System is a Frankenstein of systems they never seen before.
The Weapon System in design is a 103mm SK C/33 AA Gun Mount with a radar dome on top to track targets and to set the Proximity Fuse to Airburst.
"Would the recoil of the gun interfere with the electronics, fire control and radar?" Z-23 commented as she noticed some potential flaws in the design.
"Ja, Nimi. But the technological advances move faster than the flow of time itself, as we divulge into a technological race with Azur Lane." He said.
Bismarck held her chin as she pondered the merit of increasing the AA Capability of each Shipgirl equipped with this new Weapon System in development.
"I'll approve of the production of such a Weapon System, we need this capability now rather than later. We got some catching up to do in the Anti-Air department."
Z-23 rolled the Blueprint as she was ordered to head to the manufacturer to manufacture or modify the existing guns and upgrade them into the blueprints in hand.
Bismarck then notices that someone is missing at the start of the meeting. "Wait?... where's Roon?"
Graf Zeppelin and Dr. Stein only just noticed now that the absence of Roon's The Office seems quite silent from the very start. And that got me pondering as to why she's not here.
Eugen respond. "Oh, about her... she's in her room doing something we shouldn't have known."
"What do you mean by that Eugen..." Bismarck asks as Roon's odd behavior is something else they should look upon.
Roon for some odd reason didn't come out at her quarters for days now, and that caused some issues for the others as they heard her voice like talking to someone, worst she laughing and giggling on her own.
Eugen and some Shipgirls somehow take a peak at what is going on inside her quarters and see her in a deep focus of some sort of art project, as crumpled paper bond litters the floor.
At the table, there. Roon is making something every gun-tubers would ever do as she makes an illustration of some weapon combo, as two MG-42 Machineguns are combined to one another for maximum firing rate and are also configured to be fired at the hip. The handle grip is replaced by the bicycle handle and the trigger is replaced with the bicycle handle break.
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She's literally making an M56 Smartgun from Xenomorph, she's combining two MG-42 Machineguns for maximum firing rate. Your crazy Psychotic Bitch is making a preparation for round two, as to match Laffey-200's excessive use of lead.
(Fun fact: The M56 Smartgun is just a modified MG-42 to look like a modern weapon in the Movie)
If these two ever meet in the battle field it will be like two Space Orcs with all the Daka-Daka-Daka they both bring being fired at the same time. Nobody can imagine what line of fire will be drawn in the field as both machinegun fire whizzes over
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Sardigna Empire
5:00 PM
At a certain mansion that sat at the top of the hill viewing the beautiful landscape of the place. The mansion house itself is full of security dressed in a suit and cap. You don't think for a second that these well-dressed men are Mafia boys.
That mansion that sat at the top of the hill belongs to the Mafia Godfather Oumo Capo. Today the big man himself is having a big party at his daughter's 21st birthday, and a bunch of High-Ranking Military Officers gather at the mansion to gain some popularity and have their faces plastered in front of news reels in the whole Sardigna Empire.
At the rod leading to the mansion, a Black Luxury Car in its 1940s design that looks fancy and antiqued in the eyes of one of the passengers sitting in the passenger seat.
Denver-856 in her party dress attire, this dress has been picked by the two as to make her blend in with elites, even though she's not planning on exposing a portion of her back.
Although she couldn't deny the design of the dress seemed to blend in with her body figure, now it comes to her mind that she's not going to wear some fancy dress like this if the mission is over.
"You seem to be in a good mood, Mistress Denver?" Scylla asks as she notices the little smile forming on Denver-856's lip.
"Oh, sorry.... I'm just too excited about meeting up with this man they called Godfather." She said as excitement was all visible in her smile.
"About the Godfather." Maid Enterprise spoke. "He seemed to be tamed as he was under the watchful eye of the Il Duce. According to intelligence his underground transaction was all directly hit as to be punishment for not complying with the Il Duce rule."
"Bastard Bonito Potato is using the Underground Criminals to do his bidding of doing illegal transactions behind Iron Blood's back. Every Leader sometimes needs their own cash as they sat in rule." Denver-856 said.
"Umm... are you sure using the same Underground Criminals that the Il-Duce uses is safe to use against Sardigna Empire?" Maid Enterprise asks in concern about making deals with a criminal.
"Easy...." She said while raining an index finger. "It's easy to use an influential man to do your bidding as it pleases the Locals. We used this back in our world to limit the resistance of the Locals at the occupying force."
"What if he betrays us and turns us over, what then?" This question seems out of the ordinary coming out from Maid Enterprise.
"Simple... show him who's in control and power." Denver-856 said in an ominous tone as shadows cast a cover on her face.
Denever-856 is going to use Uncle Sam's Dealership method of telling to everyone where's their home address, where they sleep, and what shoes they are wearing in the morning. Who's the woman they called in need of the night? Basically, she's gonna go with the CIA Mode of negotiation with a bunch of Elite Special Forces lingering in the dark.
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Entrance gate of Capo Mansion
Denver-856 extended an envelope containing a small paper of invitation at the window on the passenger seat.
The Gate Guard in a tuxedo looks at the invitation card and meticulously checks its authenticity, after searching the Gate Guard nods at the two Gate Guards holding the Gate to let them pass through.
The invitation card and envelope were returned to her, the Gate Guard then greeted them with a warm welcome. "Welcome to the Capo Mansion, I hope you have a great night Mistress Dian."
"Sure, I will," Denver-856 said in a mannered lady, with a little bit of a bratty attitude in the mix.
The gate opens and they are all let through inside the gate, the front entrance is filled with luxurious Cars and wealthy people mostly the elites of society. She had seen some of the familiar faces before as she quite often attended them to make connections and gather information.
Wealthy parties are sometimes often the place where secrets are spilled out at the mouth continentally with the help of alcohol and bloated egos. Partying with the elite sometimes bears some fruit of unimaginable information according to her own thoughts.
Denver-856 strolled along with her two maids accompanying her at the entrance of the mansion, as one of her two maids carried her purse, she and along with her escort needed to act as if she belonged to the Social Elites gathering in one place.
Scylla extended the invitation card to the Entrance Guard who wore a white tuxedo suit. The Guard confirms and greets the ladies a great time as they pass through.
A large ballroom greeted Denver-856 Inside the mansion of the Godfather, the pillars are shiny and smooth as marble. The floor is all tiled as glass with all the smooth surfaces. The railings of the balcony were all coated in gold.
"My.... This way too rich for just a birthday party." Denver-856 spoke her mind at the grandness of the event.
"Her Majesty's birthday celebration is way too grandeur than this." Scylla states.
Maid Enterprise nods along, as the house of the Elite and Lords gathers to celebrate Her Majesty's Birthday.
Denver-856 had zero idea how the celebratory goes, but she's certain about the Queen's ego inflated that day as the attention is a her. She is quite a diva, as she wants all the attention even in a meeting room.
"Enough with the fancy and nonsense stuff, we need to find our target." She said in a serious tone while maintaining a friendly face in front of the other guests.
Maid Enterprise raised a hand, high above at the level of her head. "Umm... Mistress Denver would that be your stuff as to talk fancy and nonsense in front of the Elite." She pointed-out.
"Seems like it, in order to maintain a disguise of a wealthy and spoiled brat I need to act one. Thank you for reminding me." She said as she returned to the character of a spoiled rich brat.
"Shall we entertain ourselves?"
As the party inside the Mansion of the Godfather goes on, another event is currently happening in the cover of the dark next to the forest right next to the garden. At the bushes, a small figure that stands tall in 3 in a half feet crawls its way to a more densely covered area.
At the nearby hill few kilometers away from the mansion, a high caliber sniper rifle poked its muzzle flash at the thick bushes, as the whole body of the sniper rifle is covered with leaves and cut-out tree branches, and the Sniper Operator is also covered with greenery as to camouflages at the greenery surrounding him.
At the nearest telephone pole, a similar figure covered in the shadows slowly brought out a wire cutter to cut the connection of the Mansion from the outside world. Nobody notices the figure as it moves at the dark corners like a phantom.
In the shadows of the pillars that stood under the illuminating moonlight another similar figure peaked out from the shadows, their eyes that bore no soul gazed at one of the Guards in Tuxedo doing their patrols in the area.
Denver-856 is not going to the place of a Godfather to have a princessly talked to one of the most feared Criminals of the Underworld. She's bringing a SEAL Team in this supposed private chit-chat with the Godfather.
She's sending a message to the Godfather that there is no better crime organization in the world other than Uncle Sam's Covert Operations, as it happens in the night or dark. Some of it became myths and legends as it passed through the decades.
A haughty laugh here and there as the party goes live with all the Social Elites and Wealthy People bragging about their wealth, business profits and achievements. The whole ballroom is filled with rich people, and rich people love to brag.
And then there's Denver-856 in her disguise as a wealthy rich brat who laughs along and converses in a language with all the wealthy people use. Money.
"My... that's quite a hefty of a profit, Mister." She said as she socialized with the Social Elites.
"Indeed Mistress Dian. The money flows like a river as Weapons Manufacturing soared in demand." The Man said with a followed-up haughty laugh.
"Yeah.... I quite notice that too. The rise of Weapons Manufacturing, would impacted the agricultural sector?" She asks.
The man ponders. "Yes, it is quite damaging to the Agricultural sector as the labor goes from farming to industry."
'Sardigna Empire is mostly an Agricultural Economy Base, Manufacturing and heavy factories are quite lagging in comparison to Iron Blood and Vichya Dominion. The Agricultural Market will fall if this continues and food shortage will follow.' She taught of the fallout of the Agricultural Sector if labor is being pulled to Manufacturing.
"It's better to make cash now while the profit exists." She said.
"Indeed Mistress Dian, war maybe hell but profit is profit." The man said.
At that, it came to her mind about the Military Industrial Complex of America. Over the past decades, the number of contacts and deals soared as the world is slowly drifting into Cold War. The Big-5 of MIC is not alone in the contract of Uncle Sam as small Industries rise up to challenge the top dogs of MIC.
(War is a Wealthy man's profit, and a Poor man's misery)
"Say, Mistress Dian?"
"Yes, Mister?"
"I'm planning to pass down my business to one of my sons, so in order for him to inherit the business I would like to arrange a marriage proposal between you and my eldest son."
Denver-856 let out a muffled chuckle. "Sorry, I'm not interested in fixed marriages or any kind of relationship. A man with loyalty is hard to come by these days. Sorry, but I declined your kind offer Mister."
'Hell NO!' She thought as he cringed inside.
The man nods in understanding at what she said, finding a loyal partner is really hard to come by as people worship money. "I-I see... I hope you find the right man." He said a bit devastated by the decline.
"Let's hope I find one," She said with a cute smile.
"A toast." The Man said as he raised his glass of Champaign.
"A toast." Denver-856 also raised her glass of Champaign making a clinging sound as the two glass touches.
Scylla keeps an eye out for their target to show up as Denver-856 keeps her act in front of the other Elites. She didn't take long before she saw the Mafia Boss Uomo Capo with his well-dressed Bodyguards, they may seem like gentlemen in their attire but hidden in that attire is a deadly weapon.
Mafia Boss Capo seems talking to some Elites about their business, she knows those businesses were just a small fry with it comes to the trade deals happening behind doors.
She leans over to inform the presence of their target. "Mistress. Big Boss is out in the open." She said in her ears in whispers.
Denver-856's eyes turned sharp and shifted in the direction of the Big Man. She curved a little smile as to attack her next prey.
"My apologies Mister, it seems my attention is caught by Big-Man himself." She said in a lady-like tone.
The Man gives a curt nod of understanding.
Denver-856 with her entourage of maids goes to where the Godfather is. Her attention is caught by the Mafia boss as she is the youngest among the crowd of people who goes to a luxurious party being held.
"Ah, Mistress Dian. I heard you want to meet me in person." Mafia Boss Capo said in his relaxed voice.
Although his voice is relaxing, he is still on guard at the secrecy that covers this woman in front of him, never in his experience as Mafia Boss that a young woman wanted his presence.
"My, thank you Mr. Capo." Denver-856 returns the greeting with a lively smile.
Mafia Boss Capo gestures at the nearest balcony. "Shall we talk about the reason why you want to meet me in person?"
"Sure."
She said as both walked onto the balcony to discuss the matter out of the prying ears, of course, they were not alone as their entourages followed them to the balcony.
Denver-856 placed her hands gently at the railing of the balcony. "I heard you control most of the Shipping here at the Mediterranean Sea."
"Yes, I control most of the Shipping here in the Mediterranean Sea." He boldly remarks.
She turns to face him. "I want a shipment of goods from Puerto Rico to Sardigna Empire." she said as she sipped her half-empty glass of Champaign.
Mafia Boss Capo let out a laugh as he finds it funny. "Sorry Mistress Dian, but.... What you want is impossible. We only conduct our shipments to friendly ports that are aligned with Crimson Axis, what you were requesting is beyond possible. The whole Atlantic and Shipping Rout is controlled by Azur Lane."
Denver-856 maintained her poker face as she knew this man was not saying the full picture. "Yes. If you talk about the Registered Shipping."
Mafia Boss Capo stops himself from laughing as he knows what she is mentioning. He never thought someone like her would find his illegal transactions.
"I'm talking about your Unregistered Shipment that sails in a shroud of secrecy."
He was taken aback in surprise, his Bodyguards pulled out their hidden weapons at their vest and pointed at her and her entourages.
"Who are you?" He asks.
Denver-856 replies with a grin. "Emissary of Uncle Sam."