There was even a senior reporter who recognized several battleships inside, muttered their famous names, and then poked the plump Monroe from behind: "This is the British local fleet.

!How did they leave the British mainland and come here?"

Dedesi Monroe was stabbed by the senior reporter, but she had no time to angrily scold the other party for taking the opportunity to eat tofu, because she was already filled with shock: British local fleet? That's more than one

The legendary fleet that has not left the British mainland in the century! It can be called the patron saint of the British Isles, and it is the last barrier to defend Britain. What happened? How could they appear on Earth?

On one side!?

British local fleet?!

The senior reporter's words were also captured by the clever Dempsey. He was the head of the reporter's troupe and his sensitivity to the situation was ultimately better than Monroe and others. He suddenly had a cold war, as if he had figured out something, and suddenly, the whole thing was

The person seemed to have fallen into an ice hole and trembled uncontrollably.

"Hey, Dempsey, are you still a man? Why don't you wipe your pants in fear, right?" Monroe kept paying attention to Dempsey with a few lights. Seeing this, she couldn't help but slid her lips and disdainfully.

Said.

"You know P! Meat bitch!"

Dempsey swears and growled: "Think about it with your head, don't think that if you have a big breast, you can infinitely reduce your IQ! The British local fleet is here, hey, how do you think they come from?

Think clearly before answering, don’t use your mouth that has held countless mushroom heads to tell me that they come from the southern hemisphere!”

"you!"

Monroe was so angry that her pretty face turned red and her delicate body trembled wildly, but she didn't just rely on her big breasts to make a living. Soon, her bright eyes opened and her little hands covered her very beautiful red lips.

He said incrediblely: "You mean. They come from the north? Oh, my God!"

"Hmph, you're not stupid yet!"

Where is the north?

It's the Bering Strait!

What about further north of the Bering Strait?

Isn’t it the Arctic Circle Islands established by Long Hao?

The British local fleet came from there, and what it was for and what it did was self-evident!

"Is the Indian Ocean Fleet a cover?"

Monroe's beautiful eyes flashed, surprised and happy.

"It's basically the same as you!"

Dempsey hummed, and he was also overjoyed about this speculation: if the British local fleet could appear here, the Alchemy Kingdom would be in great trouble! If I had a good reputation, the islands in the Arctic Circle should be the local fleet.

It's swept from beginning to end!

The small cruise ship was surrounded. A speedboat leaned over, and several British sailors came up and disarmed Dempsey and others.

Although the behavior was a bit rough, Dempsey and the others still said that it was understandable: this is the British Navy, and it is very likely that the British Navy had fought a bad battle. It was a bit angry, so it was understandable!

I have to say that Dempsey has a "small" potential. When he was taken to Shanks by a British sailor with a bad temper, he was kicked a few times because he walked slowly, but he didn't care about the hotness on his butt at all.

Instead, he kept looking at the middle-aged general standing with his hands behind his back at the bow of the boat, with a silly smile on his lips, and was very excited.

The famous main ship, Shanks, in the British local fleet, was recognized, and the middle-aged general naturally could not escape the "lawful eyes" of the reporters led by Dempsey: Be good. This is Meyer.

Major General Clayhall! The royal star who is most likely to take over the British Navy's scepter is rumored to be the best star in the royal family!

Yes, it was him. The famous star-shaped scar on his cheek, I don’t know how many resentful women in the deep boudoir, and the bold and unrestrained women...

Clayhall is here, then this fleet is definitely the British local fleet!

Can't be wrong!!

"Who is the person in charge of you?"

A British naval captain asked Dempsey and others this way.

The entire press corps, including Nie Beiling, was taken on the Shanks and was strictly guarded like a prisoner.

"I am!"

"I am!"

Dempsey and Monroe scrambled to speak at the same time, and after that, they glared at each other, with murderous intents. Obviously, the two of them already understood that whoever was in charge would decide who could get the interview rights of General Clayhall.

!

This is a big news!

It will make you stand out and make a splash!

Only fools will be humble!

"Two people in charge? Humph, don't play tricks!"

The navy captain was very serious, with a low brim of hat, and looked suspiciously at the two men who were struggling like cockfighting.

Finally, it was Clayhall who made both Dempsey and Monroe get on the bow.

The bow of the Shanks was spacious and white, with a table and a few chairs. Clayhall was wearing a handsome military uniform and was sitting on a chair with his back facing away from someone.

Dempsey and Monroe could see that the table and chairs were not placed for them. Perhaps, this was the special way of thinking of this promising royal major general.

As journalists, they know the boredom of life on the boat very well.

"Are you Americans?"

Clayhall did not ask them to sit, but turned the chair and looked at Dempsey and Monroe with condescending eyes.

"Uh, yes, Lord General!"

Clayhall's momentum was indeed unparalleled. Dempsey and Monroe unconsciously answered honestly. At this moment, they had no calmness and peace as reporters.

Without calmness and peace, the neutral and objective position of journalists will have the possibility of being shaken.

Of course, from another perspective, the American flag is hung on the small cruise ship, and Dempsey and Monroe can't even lose it.

"You know me?"

"Yes, Major General Clayhall, your deeds have spread to the United States!"

"I'm sorry, from now on, you have been detained, and you are not allowed to leave until we arrive in mainland America." Clayhall said coldly, his tone as if he had announced what to eat for dinner today.

"Why?"

"I don't need to explain this to you. Which state are you from? California or Washington? Humph, the whole world knows your relationship with the Alchemy!"

"Oh, General, you may have misunderstood, we are not Americans from the West, we are from The New York Times!"

"Hmm? You guys are from the East Coast?"

Hearing Dempsey's hurried explanation, Clayhall really glanced at the man and woman, and when he saw them nodded, he slowly shook his head: "Do you think I'm easy to cheat? Although I

We are British, but we also know that in the Pacific Ocean, the ships in the eastern United States have disappeared! Okay. Be safe and feel free to be detained. Our Britain is a fair and just country, and war will not involve civilians!"

"No, we are really from the New York Times. If you don't believe it, look. This is my reporter's certificate! Huh?"

Dempsey was anxious and bent down quickly, trying to take out the hidden press card from his boots, but unfortunately, his hands were tied up and could not reach it.

"General, my reporter certificate is here. You, come and see!"

But Monroe had a way, and saw her leaning down and revealing a little corner of the document in the deep and white gully.

Dedesi Monroe's proud figure did attract Clayhall's attention, but it was only a moment. Soon, the calm Major General took the document out of the warm and fragrant nephrite. He shook and flipped

Let's see it.

After a while, he exclaimed: "You are really a reporter from the New York Times? Haha, you are very capable, and you can actually get a boat to run to the Pacific Ocean? So brave, aren't you afraid of being dragons?

Has Hao's navy discovered it?"

After saying that, Clayhall waved his hand and signaled the guards to untie Dempsey and the others.

After gaining trust, Dempsey and Monroe were overjoyed and hurriedly came over and told the whole story. At the end, Monroe even posted it, using her sweet baby voice that was always in trouble, and said, "We are not afraid of Long Hao."

And, we are freedom fighters, and we are the pioneers in fighting for peace and prosperity for all mankind! Long Hao is a dictator, intending to split our America, and slander His Majesty King Edward in your country... He will die of his own evil deeds,

As journalists, we must pick up the paper, pen and camera in our hands to reveal his hypocrisy to more people! If we dare to go to sea, we are not afraid of sacrifice, but it seems that God favors us, so it is not

, Didn’t we meet you first?”

Clayhall listened to Monroe singing praises, his face changed, and finally he smiled: "You guys, you are so lucky to be stupid..."

Seeing the Major General's attitude calm, Dempsey disdained Monroe's disagreement and behavior and showed off her charm, but she secretly praised this "vulgar" trick, and as expected, she killed all men. She immediately struck while the iron was hot and went up and said, "God of General,

I think, can you accept our interview? If you can take photos, that would be even better. Our New York Times has the most developed and broad distribution channels in the United States. I believe that this victory will greatly boost our morale and will also

Give courage to those who want to resist Long Hao but dare not take action!”

Clayhall narrowed his eyes and let Monroe lean against her, glanced at Dempsey with a frivolous glance and said, "Oh, victory? How can you see it?"

Monroe moved his body closer and blew under Clayhall's ears: "General, don't hide it from us. You came from the north. Didn't you just wipe out the islands of the Alchemy Kingdom in the Arctic Circle?

”

"Ha, you reporters are all very good at heart."
To be continued...