Luzon is not a monkey country.
Hallam was so nervous that his eyelids were twitching.
The office was brightly lit. Since the fleet set out, none of the monkey representatives had been able to sit quietly.
Kimchi's representative Park was also upset. He went out from time to time to see if there was any news from the front line, but unfortunately... it was all snowflakes.
And snowflakes are the root cause of the upset that these monkeys represent.
When it comes to a war, is there absolutely no communication between the rear and the front lines?
"Still no news!" Representative Park came back again after going out. This was the umpteenth time he came back disappointed. "Your equipment is too outdated. Can't you spend money to replace it?"
"Don't say these useless things. Is this a problem with the equipment?" Hallam's old face turned red, he was angry.
He ignored Representative Park and went to contact American dad himself, but there was still no response.
Time passed by minute by minute, from night to day.
The monkey representatives in the conference room all had red eyes, and looked exhausted yet extremely excited.
Shortly after the sun rose, a non-monkey officer ran in with surprise and shouted: "General, the signal has been restored, we have contacted the United States..."
Very good!
Hallam excitedly ran over and called American dad himself.
A few minutes later, he came back in a daze.
"Oh my god, what's going on? Tell me quickly!" Representative Park became anxious when he saw that Hallam didn't say anything after coming back.
"The Seventh Fleet... is gone!"
What?
We were still fighting, and they left?
When Representative Park learned of this situation, he was shocked all over. Suddenly he thought of a possibility and hurriedly called his country's fleet.
The answer is...I can't call.
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