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"Such a rich person! Damn capitalism."
Standing at the door with a suitcase, Kirov shot a fierce glare at Chuyang before stepping into the room.
It had been an hour since they first met. Now that she had found Admiral, and he was willing to take her in again, the somewhat hypocritical girl wasted no time abandoning her best friend and turned to rely on her long-term benefactor.
Unlike the small cabin where Kirov stayed, this suite on the top deck of the cruise ship featured three bedrooms, a living room, and a private bathroom system, truly luxurious to the extreme. With leather sofas, exquisite handmade carpets, and all kinds of finely crafted furniture, it was indistinguishable from a luxurious presidential suite in some five-star hotels, and naturally, the price was beyond what an average person could afford.
Thinking back to the hard days she endured since leaving Naval Base, Kirov felt a surge of anger.
While others were enjoying life, traveling around the world with beautiful women and staying in the best accommodations, she could only afford the cheapest ticket even with her company's travel expenses covered. She and her best friend were crammed into a tiny cabin that felt like a pigeon coop, living in utter frustration.
Gently placing her suitcase in the corner of the living room, Kirov obediently sat down on the sofa opposite Prince of Wales, Veneto, and Richelieu under their watchful gazes.
In front of Admiral, she could show her displeasure and even be a bit demanding. However, facing these three big shots from Naval Base, she dared not act too recklessly.
There was no choice; after all, Admiral had yet to build her boss Soviet Union. In Naval Base, Kirov truly felt somewhat isolated. As for Brave and Tashkent from Soviet Union faction, these two were completely useless.
Brave spent all day digging potatoes with Obanorn, while Tashkent wasn't much better. Although she appeared quite composed, once she encountered Fantasy, she would engage in petty squabbles with the fake princess.
"Don't be so nervous; we are all sisters from Naval Base. Kirov, do you want milk and sugar in your coffee?"
Veneto, who had already made up her mind to take over the Secretary Ship position, tried to comfort Kirov.
It was no easy task to oust Lexington from the Secretary Ship position. Relying solely on their group of Italy Loli was still too few in number. Thus, from this moment on, Veneto needed to rally everyone she could to lay a solid foundation for their future "coup."
"Anything is fine," Kirov said hurriedly.
In fact, the girl wanted to say that she only drank vodka, but the person sitting across from her was not the overly friendly Lexington, who could make anyone feel like they were basking in spring breezes at any time, but rather the Italian Mafia's Big Sister, Veneto.
Thinking about the other party's dark history at the Naval Base, Kirov felt a chill run down her spine and dared not make any other requests.
However, why could the two rivals, Prince of Wales and Veneto, sit together so calmly? Was it because of the Admiral?
Compared to Veneto's enthusiasm, Prince of Wales was much colder. The elder brother merely glanced at Kirov before turning his attention back to the glass of red wine in front of him.
In contrast to the glory of the Royal Navy, the somewhat absent-minded Hood, Prince of Wales exhibited more leadership qualities and seemed much more responsible. However, aside from leading everyone to victory as a flagship during expeditions, she was not very concerned about other matters or people; all the daily affairs of the Royal Navy were managed by the elegant head maid, Reputation.
"Kirov sister, isn't Sister Helena with you?"
Carmicia was clearly looking for trouble, hinting at something that should not be mentioned.
Not to mention this topic made Kirov's previously calmed anger flare up again.
As a Light Cruiser Ship Girl, being chased around like a dog by the weakest Deep Sea Destroyer made Kirov feel somewhat broken inside, yet there was nothing she could do since her ship equipment did not have any offensive weapons installed.
"Admiral, when will you return my main gun?" Kirov asked indignantly.
"I'll definitely return it once we find Helena."
"When will we find Helena?"
"I don't know."
"Admiral, how can you say that? Back then, why did you make me give my main gun to that little brat Helena instead of her giving me her equipment?" Kirov glared fiercely at Chuyang.
In the past, Helena relied on her long-range main guns to blend in among the battleships, living a life of luxury. Yet, she could only hide in the corner, watching with envy. Who was responsible for all this? It was none other than the detestable Admiral before her. To be honest, if it weren't for the powerful Richelieu and others, she would have loved to go up and give Chuyang a good beating.
"Kirov, where have you been since leaving the Naval Base?" Chuyang asked, trying to change the subject.
When playing the game, there were so many Fleet Girls, but only a select few caught his favor. He surely equipped the best gear on that small group of Fleet Girls. Besides, the reason he spent a lot of resources to gamble on Kirov was entirely for the Kirov Gun. But could he say that? Thinking about how Bumblebee would later ask him for a B-25 made Chuyang's head spin.
"Admiral, don’t try to change the subject; I’m not falling for that." As a Battleship inheriting the spirit of a fighting nation, Kirov was truly fierce and reckless when riled up.
"That's impressive!" Aviere looked at Kirov, who had suddenly stood up with stars in her eyes. Not to mention slamming the table in front of the Admiral; if she had even a fraction of that courage, she wouldn't be so completely dominated by her sister Carmicia.
"So what do you suggest we do?"
"I want equipment. Even if it’s not the Soviet Union's triple 180mm guns, I can make do with blue main guns."
As Fleet Girls, having no weapons for attack on their ship equipment was like soldiers going into battle without guns; it provided no sense of security at all. But since Helena hadn’t found anything, Kirov had no choice but to settle for less.
"There isn't any."
"I don't believe it! There used to be so many piled up in the Naval Base's warehouse..."
"You said it yourself; that was in the past. Right now, there really isn’t any," Chuyang replied with a helpless shake of his head.
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