Bab 452: Hatsune Miku

Ling Qingyu became confused. "How's flattening White House related to my happiness?"

"You're from Country C. Aren't we having some back-and-forth small clashes?" Elena smiled. "I'll solve a problem for you, Mom, and your motherland."

"Motherland my foot," cursed Ling Qingyu. "You aren't serious, are you?" After all, Elena was an AI. Resembling humans was an estimation on her part, not certainty. 

"Didn't mean to be serious?" Elena shrugged. 

Everyone sighed heavily in relief. They almost witnessed a third world war! Wiping out the nonexistent sweat, the girls transferred Elena's attention elsewhere, asking various questions. 

"What do you think of the submarine, now that you have finished the tour?" Elena asked.

Everyone flashed thumbs-up. Awesome. Too awesome. They had lost in words to flatter. The submarine possessed all arsenals to target any threats and even luxury to cater to the rich elite's dream.