"Lieutenant Colonel, a communication request from the merchant convoy."
"Put it through," Gresham said impatiently.
An elegant middle-aged man with curly brown hair appeared on the light screen. When he saw the lieutenant colonel, displeasure filled his eyes. Without any courtesy, he said, "Lieutenant Colonel Gresham, we have worked together many times, but this is the first time we have encountered such a situation. Please let the Hansa Family see the military department's sincerity."
The implication behind those words was obvious. It was both a challenge and an indirect threat, his tone brimming with dissatisfaction.
Gresham cursed inwardly and said coldly, "I will report this to the military department immediately. Please rest assured, the military department will defend your safety to the very end. For now, I hope the fleet under your command can restore order."
The Hansa Family representative snorted. "Within three minutes, I need to see your response. Otherwise, I will contact your superior directly."
The light screen shut off.
"Fucking bastard, pushing his luck." Gresham cursed and viciously kicked the metal control panel beside him.
Then, with a bellyful of rage, he looked at the officer beside him. "What are you standing around for? Contact the military department!"
A mysterious radio wave was instantly transmitted along a secret line to the Landu Star Military Department.
Inside a massive base buried several thousand meters beneath the outskirts of Zhongjing City, Gresham's face suddenly appeared on a light screen.
The first thing he said made the operator freeze for a moment before immediately pressing the high-level request button.
"33201 Fleet reports an emergency situation and requests military department support."
A moment later, a colonel with deep-set eyes appeared before the light screen.
"Understood."
"Understood."
After the communication ended, the officer beside him cast him an inquiring look.