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Chapter 1418 - 960 S.B

Chapter 1418: 960 S.B

The only archipelago state of Meilijian.

Hawaii.

A world-renowned World War II memorial site.

A destroyer ship cruises leisurely on the azure sea.

In the last century.

An eventful battle erupted here, shocking the world and remains remembered to this day.

Dongying people, piloting countless planes, launched a devastating bombing and suicidal assault here, turning countless lives to ashes.

But today, there is no trace left; the sky is blue, the sea is wide, and time is peaceful.

"Slurp."

By the side of the destroyer called Vilia, a brunette woman with an alluring back sipped the juice from her cup with a straw, leaning lazily against the railing, watching the distant seagulls soaring on the horizon and gently lifted her sunglasses.

"Vera! Vera!"

A voice called from inside the cabin.

The woman at the railing acted as if she hadn’t heard, not responding.

Yet, someone still found her.

"Here you are, I’ve been looking for you. Didn’t you hear me?"

A handsome young white man stepped out of the cabin, standing about six feet tall, with chiseled features, deep-set eyes, and a high nose bridge, the typical look of a good-looking man from Europe and America.

"Shh."

The woman or rather the girl at the railing gestured, not turning around, "Listen."

The handsome white guy quieted down, listening carefully, but heard nothing but seagulls and the waves.

"Listen to what?"

He looked confused.

"The sound of freedom."

They were speaking at cross purposes.

Or you could say it was like playing music to a cow.

The handsome white guy paused, not minding, and stood behind her, urging, "Vera, hurry up and change clothes."

"Why change clothes?"

"The yacht is ready, it’s already waiting below, didn’t you say you wanted to go diving?"

Diving.

It is indeed an increasingly popular sport.

But coming on a destroyer to go diving?

"I don’t feel like diving now."

The woman with the explosive figure said lazily, without even changing into a diving suit, being quite willful.

The handsome white guy was once again stunned, with a mix of dumbfounded but somewhat endearing expression.

If it were some other women, facing a guy like him, they would probably fawn over him, but until now, she was just admiring the sea view, not sparing him a glance.

"Why? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

The handsome guy with a model’s shape didn’t get angry, standing beside her, obviously not very eloquent or good with sweet talk.

"No reason, you go dive."

"If you don’t go, I won’t go."

This guy, though not so smooth with girls, at least knew what should be done, earnestly saying, "I’ll accompany you."

One cannot blame him for being clumsy and inarticulate.

Being able to take a destroyer to go diving.

The level of wealth is conceivable.

It’s not just something money can summarize.

People like this likely have few opportunities to coax the opposite sex on a daily basis.

Without experience, where would experience come from?

"No need, you go ahead, I’m fine being alone, it’s rare to have some quiet."

Her response was blunt, or rather that’s just how Westerners are, unlike The East that emphasizes subtlety, they are straightforward.

"What’s the point in diving alone, Vera, do you have something on your mind?"

The handsome guy wasn’t upset, turning to ask, seeming like both of them weren’t very old.

Poor people play with cars, rich ones play with watches.

Then what about a destroyer?

This world is just like that.

Some are born in Rome.

And some are born as oxen and horses.

The woman finally tilted her head, lowered her face, and pulled down her sunglasses to reveal a pair of amber eyes.

"Oh, getting smarter, then tell me, what’s on my mind?"

The handsome guy shook his head, "I can only feel like you’re not very happy."

Vera put her sunglasses back on, sighed, "Even you can tell, that’s a failure."

"Vera, why aren’t you happy?"

The handsome guy asked, puzzled but sincere.

"What’s the use of telling you?"

"It is helpful, I can help you."

"In anything at all?" Vera smiled, saying lightly.

"Yes, anything."

The handsome guy nodded firmly and seriously.

Vera then pondered for a moment.

"I want to be a seagull, can you help me?"

Unsurprisingly the handsome guy was dumbfounded,

no matter how capable he was, he couldn’t do magic.

"Vera, can we change to something else..."

"If you can’t do it, don’t make promises lightly, even if I let it go, with other girls, you have to be careful."

Vera casually reminded him.

"Vera, do you want to fly?"

The handsome guy tested the waters, "We can get a hot air balloon, glider, or helicopter right away."

No response.

Upon seeing this, the handsome guy shut his mouth, no longer disturbing her, imitating her stance, leaning against the railing, gazing at the sea, silently accompanying her.

"Sigh, boring."

A light sigh came from beside him.

"How about I tell you something interesting?" The handsome guy seized the opportunity.

Vera seemed uninterested, "You don’t have a talent for storytelling."

"It’s not a joke."

The handsome guy said earnestly: "Myanmar is at war, did you know?"

"Isn’t that place often in conflict? Just a bunch of natives fighting each other, what’s so interesting about that?"

"This time it’s different."

The handsome guy said enthusiastically, "Vera, you’d definitely be interested."

Seeing her still showing a lack of interest, he continued, "Since the conflict broke out, Myanmar has had several thousand casualties. Although there are often disputes breaking out around the world, it’s been a long time since there have been such heavy losses. The severity this time is because both sides have major backers supporting them."