"The British need to know...the British..."

General Smith is replacing the ship, and Lorraine is unhappy.

In his opinion, the most unpleasant thing about politicians is that in their basic cognition, friends are not trustworthy, but allies are trustworthy.

Because allies are connected with common interests, and interests are the most solid thing in the world and the support point of reason.

Lorraine didn't object to this view, she just felt...

"When the temptation is insufficient, occasionally... friends can trust it, right?"

"I think if I don't trust it, the American fleet would probably not appear in such a weird distribution."

"Um?"

The voice came from behind, in other words, from the Nepton.

Lorraine turned around with a stinky face: "I didn't expect that Mr. Gambler would have bad habits that listened to people's walls, Emmons..."

The plural thin strips on the sleeve pattern disappeared, replaced by simple thick bars and star flowers.

This is what surprised Lorraine the most today: "I messed up my errand and got promoted instead? It seems that Mr. Baron Tavistock really has a good reputation for you, Mr. Brigadier General."

Emmons didn't care about Lorraine's anger, and his face kept a mocking expression on his face.

"Ah, under the command of the General, it has always been a solid contribution to the opportunity to reunite brothers. My promotion is a reward for gaining merits and rewards. In terms of nature, it is completely different from those shameless people who rely on pleasing their superiors to fight for the top."

"You are really different from ordinary shameless people." Lorraine waved, raised her foot, turned around, turned her head and left.

The feeling of discomfort is even stronger...

On the other side of Valkyrie, the admiral was taken away and the command flag was taken. The Adams was busy breaking away from Valkyrie.

General Smith said something very ugly. To be more precise, everyone in the Presidential Defense Department, including General Smith, had never trusted Lorraine, nor any of the crew members on Valkyrie.

But at the moment of leaving the street, Smith still leaned over and bowed to Lorraine from afar. Lorraine saw this scene, so she realized that Smith probably didn't care whether Lorraine saw it.

The sea staircase that formed less than half an hour began to disintegrate. The shortest Adams drifted along the radiating arc and soon joined the group of American ships that were bogging far away.

There is the "weird distribution" mentioned in Emmons's dialect.

With Valkyrie as the center, six battleships gathered the relative position of the Nipton along the direction of the ocean current, and were less than one kilometer away from the connecting sea area. At first glance, it looked like they were hiding in the shadow of Valkyrie. Even if the Nipton exposed its fangs, they could still use Valkyrie as a cover and not be damaged.

However, Smith has made it clear that the purpose of the gathering of the American fleet is.

When they need to play a role, Valkyrie must have betrayed the United States.

But when Lorraine really changed the sideways, their formation would turn them into Valkyrie's targets. Before they gained enough action, Yacharin's artillery Gavalkyri's firepower could easily smash half of them. Even if thirty-two pounds were turned into eighteen pounds for publicity, their losses would not be too small.

In other words, the reason for the gathering of American ships is trust, and the purpose is distrust. As for whether it is trust or distrust, Lorraine's guess is that they cannot even tell the difference.

"Do you want to remind them well?"

Lorraine thought maliciously, and suddenly heard the footsteps behind her. Someone was approaching, his steps were heavy, neither too fast nor too slow.

He squeaked his sword out of the sheath and twisted his body towards the figure behind him. In just a moment, the blade stopped at Emmons' neck with a squeak.

Emmons was so scared that he didn't dare to move.

"Will... Mr. President, you seem to be...a little bit irritable today?"

"Killing one or two naval generals who are good at boarding civilian ships is not considered a bad temper. But are you, are the Americans acting too weak? I find that you are somewhat proud."

The murderous intention is real...

Emmons swallowed violently: "Sir President, I know that it feels bad to be stuck in the middle, you can't get trust or respond. But when you think about it from another perspective, don't you think this is the position that businessmen dream of? Aren't businessmen always pursuing an absolutely neutral position?"

"You are indeed very good at guessing people's hearts..." Lorraine stepped closer with the knife, "It's a pity that I seemed to have guessed wrong this time."

"Your Excellency General wants to see you!" Emmons corrected with the fastest speed of speech, "No, it was him who met you! It was precisely to adjust your schedule that he planned this high seas meeting!"

The irritability disappeared, and Emmons hit the core this time.

The root cause of Lorraine's irritation was indeed Shaq.

A few days ago, when Lorraine first felt that she was planning to [all her actions were in Shaq’s plan], her irritability began.

But, firstly, the impression of powerful America would interfere with Lorraine's judgment from time to time. Secondly, in order to take the initiative in meeting brothers, it was a bit incredible to regard sacred diplomacy as a toy. Lorraine confidently believed that his intuition must be the illusion of excessive self-awareness.

It was the sudden gunfire that shaken Lorraine's confidence.

Too arrogant, too domineering.

Even if the United States is as weak as a child in front of the high-spirited Britain, Shaq should not have acted so carelessly. This is not a responsible diplomatic attitude at all.

unless!

Lorraine thought of the only possibility...

Unless this diplomacy was a boring move on a whim from the beginning, Shaq had no mission, neither intended to achieve results nor needed to reach an agreement.

The annoying irritation that was designed by others woke up again at that moment. Lorraine was eager to get the answer and gave up the important distance.

He took the initiative to step out of neutrality and began to purposefully assist and even lead the entire process of Americans in dealing with the diplomatic crisis.

He chose the most intense of all means and exerted the most straightforward provocation that the United States can achieve at this stage.

If Shaq had some missions on his body, he would definitely terminate the salute; if he just wanted to give the United States some advice and establish an advantage for the development of the North American fleet, he would definitely attack in the reverse direction and prevent the United States from becoming a fact, so as not to close the final conversation channel.

However, Shaq chose the third path, responded positively, and ignored the risks.

Shaq didn't care whether he would hit American warships, nor did he care whether Americans would be humiliated. To be precise, what he didn't care about was the Americans.

Since he didn't care about the Americans, he went to great lengths to arrange the high seas talks only Lorraine.

Everything is under Shaq's control, whether it is Valkyrie heading north or becoming a ship in Washington, or perhaps the next trip to Boston...

With a clang, the long sword returned to the sheath.

Lorraine glanced at the tall Nipton with her eyes: "If the noble Baron wants to see me, just say it, why do you have to do so many troubles around the bush?"

"The North American fleet is invented, and the General doesn't have much free time. He probably wants to deal with many things together."

"Many things...that is, I'm likely going to say goodbye to my friends in the United States in advance?"

"The general will convince the Americans to transfer, and you don't need to worry about this." Emmons sorted out the messy collar, "By the way, Mr. President, is Bell Judia okay?"

"The helmsman will lock the helm and rest after the shuttle. He should be in the cafeteria now, but I don't plan to allow you to see him."

"We are not such good friends without meeting." Emmons smiled and waved his hand. "I have already answered the invitation of your Excellency General to you. Please tell Mr. Bell Judia on my behalf. I am deeply sorry to learn that he was not defeated by suspicion."

"I will convey it." Lorraine's expressionless face, "At the same time, please tell the Baron that he has become more and more naive after not seeing him for a few years."
Chapter completed!