South Blue, Watermelon Island, Marine Branch 194 base.
The Major ignored the salutes of the Marines along the way.
In his haste, he pushed the door open without even knocking.
The moment he entered, he shouted at Colonel Haros, who had just looked up from behind his desk.
"Base Commander, Rear Admiral Dragon has sent orders requiring us to reach the waters of the Thutmose Kingdom within two hours to assist with the arrest operation!"
"Hm? Didn't they say those two 'cats' had already been captured?"
The Major spoke somewhat breathlessly.
Colonel Haros was caught off guard and looked a little confused at first.
But he quickly realized the crux of the matter.
"The waters of the Thutmose Kingdom!"
He sprang up from the sofa, planted both hands on the desk, and asked in shock:
"Why are we going there? And you said it's an arrest operation—who are we arresting?"
The Colonel already had a vague guess, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
"Their stated target is King Taklama, the 'Slave King' of the underworld. They intend to thoroughly investigate the entire Thutmose Kingdom, arrest all armed personnel, and authorize immediate execution for any resistance!"
The Major's face was pale, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
Colonel Haros's expression shifted continuously.
But in the end, it turned into a sigh. "So it finally happened. Why am I this unlucky?"
The previous base commanders had all smoothly made enough money before getting promoted or retiring.
Why did everything blow up the moment it got to him? If that was not bad luck, what was?
"I never expected it, never expected it at all. That Marine Headquarters fleet was never here to catch any 'cats.' Rear Admiral Dragon had been targeting the Thutmose Kingdom from the very