[OP Marine Officer Luffy] Chapter 371- 375

Chapter 371 Alpha: "I'm Not Here to Play."

It was only after they started working together that Masako learned from Olivia and girls about their deep connection with Luffy. The realization left her in awe, as she hadn’t expected the seemingly distant Seagull Shogun to have such a personal bond with them.

What Luffy didn’t anticipate, however, was how quickly Masako could negotiate a partnership with Olivia. Judging from her actions and demeanor, this woman was undoubtedly resourceful—a trait Luffy couldn’t help but acknowledge. At least, she seemed to excel in the business of running a high-profile establishment.

Reflecting on this, Luffy waved his hand, signaling Masako to stand up from her kneeling position.

“Since you’re now a partner of Olivia’s, consider yourself one of us,” he said with an air of authority. “If you encounter any difficulties in the future, don’t hesitate to reach out to Olivia—or directly to me. We support capable and ambitious individuals who have the skills and ideas to thrive.”

Hearing this, Masako had to stifle a laugh. She had initially been unaware of the relationship between Olivia and Luffy, but now, she saw a golden opportunity. She resolved to hold onto this connection no matter what. To solidify her position, she had even neglected her newly opened dance hall, choosing instead to linger at this establishment every day in hopes of crossing paths with Luffy again.

Her persistence had finally paid off.

With Luffy’s endorsement as the Seagull Shogun, she was effectively untouchable. As long as she maintained her composure and avoided reckless actions, no one in Onigashima or Wano Country would dare trouble her. Her business was already flourishing, and with this newfound protection, she envisioned herself becoming the next Mama-san in no time.

“Thank you so much for your trust and generosity, Seagull Shogun. I will work hard and remain loyal to Olivia!” Masako declared, bowing deeply to show her allegiance. She swiftly positioned herself as Olivia’s deputy, a role she believed would further secure her future.

Luffy appreciated her quick-witted response and waved dismissively. “Alright, you can go now. I still have matters to discuss with Olivia and the others.”

Masako, having achieved her goal, didn’t linger any longer. After bidding farewell to everyone, she took the elevator and left with a triumphant smile.

Once Masako was gone, only Luffy’s trusted group remained in the room—Olivia, Yamato, Alpha, Hancock, and a few others from his inner circle. Yet, Luffy’s sharp observation told him that they weren’t entirely alone. He could sense the presence of several women hiding in adjacent rooms. It wasn’t difficult to deduce their identities—they were likely hostess employed by Masako, called in specifically to entertain Olivia and the others.

This realization made Luffy’s eyes narrow dangerously, a fierce glint flashing in his gaze. Everyone in the room tensed, aware of his displeasure. Olivia, the main culprit, lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes. She had intended to reveal this arrangement to Luffy after a few days of revelry, but fate had other plans. Her misfortune was compounded by Luffy’s unexpected arrival today.

Feeling cornered, Olivia cast a pleading look at Hancock, her expression a mix of confusion and grievance.

“You were the one who brought this situation to his attention?” she whispered, hoping for some reprieve.

Hancock, initially oblivious to the implications of her actions, had simply wanted to share her newfound hobby with Luffy. Only now did she realize the unintended consequences. Embarrassed, her cheeks flushed a faint red as she turned her gaze away guiltily.

Olivia, observing Hancock’s reaction, let out a resigned sigh. As much as Luffy’s words carried weight, how could anyone stay mad at such a beautiful and endearing woman? Sometimes, forgiveness was the only option.

However, while Olivia could forgive Hancock, Luffy was far less lenient. His attention shifted to the strange machine dominating the center of the living room, replacing what would typically be a television cabinet. The device, complete with multiple large screens and numerous connected wires, appeared to be some sort of advanced gaming setup.

When Luffy arrived, it seemed the group had been in the middle of a game, as the screens displayed paused images of an intense match. Having not played any games since his times in the One Piece world, Luffy felt a twinge of curiosity. However, there were more pressing matters to address before he could indulge in such distractions.

Fixing his gaze on the three women standing obediently before him—Olivia, Alpha, and Yamato—Luffy finally broke the tense silence.

“You all seem to be enjoying yourselves,” he began, his voice deceptively calm. “Playing games, entertaining women, and even opening a game city. It seems I didn’t give you enough work, considering you’ve found time to exploit loopholes in my arrangements.”

Though his tone remained measured, those who knew him well could sense the simmering anger beneath the surface. Yamato, quick to act, immediately raised her hand in defense.

“Report, sir! I’m on my day off today!” she exclaimed.

Luffy paused, doing a mental calculation. Indeed, it was her designated rest day. His expression softened slightly, and he gestured for her to step aside.

“Very well. Stand aside,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir!” Yamato responded briskly, retreating to a safer position near Hancock. As she passed, she cast a sympathetic glance at Olivia, silently wishing her luck.

Left to face the storm, Olivia and Alpha exchanged anxious glances. Before Luffy could direct his fury at them, Alpha decided to speak up, attempting to mitigate the situation.

“Let me clarify something,” Alpha began, her voice firm but tinged with nervousness. “I’m not here to play with women. In fact, I’m the one being played with by them—wait, no, that’s not right. What I mean is, I’m here to inspect the situation!”

Chapter 372 Olivia: "Grandma, Are You Here to Pick Me Up?"

Alpha had been tasked by her elder sister, Khalifa, with inspecting the business practices of shops across Onigashima. Khalifa's instructions were clear: root out any merchants overcharging customers or selling counterfeit goods, as such practices could tarnish the island's reputation.

Taking her assignment seriously, Alpha visited every establishment, meticulously evaluating their services. Her diligence extended to personally experiencing the services offered, ensuring no detail escaped her scrutiny and that no tourists suffered injustices.

However, her mission took a surprising turn when she encountered Olivia.

Olivia, her expression distant yet blissful, seemed lost in recollection. She licked her lips as though savoring a memory, her faint smile betraying the enjoyment of an experience far too indulgent for her supposed responsibilities. Despite this, her demeanor left Luffy visibly irate.

The circumstances that brought Alpha here were nothing short of coincidental. While diligently carrying out her inspections, she stumbled upon this particular establishment. To ensure its standards met expectations, she had decided to partake in its services personally.

But as Alpha stood before Luffy, attempting to justify her actions, her disheveled appearance told a different story. Lipstick marks adorned her face and neck, and her clothing bore subtle signs of disarray. Were it not for these incriminating details, Luffy might have believed her fabricated explanation.

With a grim expression, Luffy crossed his arms, his tone icy as he addressed her. “So, Alpha, what exactly did you discover here? How was your ‘inspection’ experience?”

Alpha, still somewhat dazed, responded with an exaggerated seriousness. “The women here are absolutely stunning, Luffy! Their quality is unmatched on this street. However…” She paused dramatically, her tone shifting to one of mock pain. “…they’re still lack experiance! I suggest assigning Miss Kujaku to provide them with professional training. That way, they can better serve their… er, customers.”

Luffy’s glare darkened as Alpha trailed off, realizing her poor choice of words. Before she could dig herself deeper, Luffy reached out and delivered a sharp flick to her forehead. Sparks of electricity crackled around his fingers, jolting Alpha and leaving her hair comically standing on end. She staggered back, her body trembling from the shock.

“Damn it, Alpha,” Luffy muttered, barely suppressing his anger. “Not only are you abusing your position, but you’re also an unapologetic masochist!”

Alpha winced but couldn’t resist adding, “Well… technically, I’m here to be ‘played with,’ not to play myself…”

Luffy silenced her with a glare so intense that even the typically fearless Alpha took a step back. A growing knot of frustration settled in his chest. What on earth are these people doing behind my back? he thought. How much less seriously can they take me as the head of this operation?

Still undeterred, Alpha raised her arms in mock surrender, a relieved smile spreading across her face as she groaned, “Ah~ Kemoji~”

That was the last straw. Luffy, using his Flying Finger Gun technique, sent a precise flick to her forehead from a distance, knocking her unconscious. Alpha crumpled to the ground, a comically large bump forming on her forehead.

Watching the chaos unfold, Olivia couldn’t suppress her tears. She turned to Luffy with a plaintive expression, her voice trembling.

Her pitiful cry only added to the absurdity of the situation.

Three hours later, Olivia lay slumped on the sofa, completely drained. She had endured Luffy’s wrath and was now little more than a puddle of exhaustion. After changing her clothes, Luffy casually draped a dress over her and carried her bridal-style out of the room.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Alpha—now recovered—and Yamato were engrossed in a heated gaming session with Hancock.

The game, much to Luffy’s surprise, supported multiplayer mode and featured controllers that looked far more advanced than anything he’d seen in the pirate world.

“Yamato, heal me! I’m about to die!” Hancock commanded, her voice unusually assertive as she leaned into the game. “Alpha, where’s your magic? Use it already!”

Her newfound addiction seemed to transform her into an entirely different person. Yamato and Alpha, visibly intimidated, complied without hesitation, desperately working to keep Hancock’s character alive.

Luffy, observing the scene, shook his head in bemusement. He found a seat on the sofa and sat down, placing the limp and half-conscious Olivia across his lap. His gaze shifted to the screen, which displayed three characters dressed in medieval fantasy attire—a knight wielding a massive sword, a mage with a glowing staff, and an archer armed with a sleek bow.

The trio worked together to battle a towering, elegant boss named Aya. The vivid graphics and fast-paced action immediately piqued Luffy’s interest.

Curious, he grabbed a controller and nudged Olivia lightly. “Hey, is this an action game? Show me how to play. I want to give it a try.”

Olivia, barely conscious, muttered something incoherent and gestured vaguely toward the coffee table. Alpha, trembling under Luffy’s scrutinizing gaze, reached out hesitantly, picked up the remote control, and pressed a few buttons. The screen flickered briefly before a dramatic title sequence unfolded.

Accompanied by intense music and cinematic visuals, the game’s title appeared in bold letters:

“Futanari and the Dungeon.”

Luffy froze. “…Is this supposed to be a serious game?”

Before he could process the absurdity of the title, cheers erupted from the women.

“Finally! I beat the boss!” Hancock exclaimed, her triumphant shout filling the room. “Step aside, everyone. I’m going first!”

“Hold on, Hancock,” Alpha interjected, her tone indignant. “If you managed to win, it’s only because of my magic. Let’s not forget that!”

“You two can argue all you want,” Yamato chimed in, smirking. “I’m going in next.”

Luffy watched, his eyes widening in disbelief as the characters on screen suddenly stripped off their armor. The women’s avatars approached the defeated boss—a weakened, voluptuous female figure—and began performing actions far too inappropriate for any respectable game.

Realization dawned on Luffy, and his face turned red with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “This is… this is Doujinshi!” he exclaimed, pointing at the screen. “Olivia, what kind of garbage game is this?!”

But Olivia, utterly drained from her ordeal, had already fallen into a deep sleep on his lap.

Chapter 373 The Masterpiece: "Futanari and the Dungeon"

On the other side of the room, Hancock sulked as she glared at the TV screen. Her first in-game victory had been snatched away by Yamato, who had gleefully taken the lead in defeating the boss. In her frustration, Hancock angrily slammed the sofa cushion and tossed her controller aside.

A few moments later, after cooling down slightly, Hancock noticed that Luffy had joined the game. Her mood shifted instantly. She rushed over, excitement lighting up her face as she offered to guide him through the basics.

“I’ll teach you how to play!” she declared enthusiastically, eager to show off her expertise.

Luffy, intrigued but skeptical, glanced at the screen. “First of all,” he began, frowning, “why are there no male characters to choose from? What’s with this roster?”

His words were met with silence from Olivia, who remained blissfully asleep on the couch. Annoyed, Luffy shook her gently, but she didn’t stir. With no other choice, he begrudgingly created a futanari character and launched into the game.

The game offered no tutorial, leaving Luffy to figure things out on his own. Fortunately, Hancock, a seasoned player, eagerly stepped in to help.

“First, pick a weapon,” she instructed. “A sword and shield are the best for beginners. Once you’ve got your gear, you can head out of the Novice Village and start fighting.”

Following her advice, Luffy armed himself and jogged out of the starting area. It wasn’t long before he encountered his first challenge.

Or rather, a group of challenges.

Before him stood a mob of pint-sized adversaries—little girls clad in oversized leaves that barely covered their modesty. They wielded sticks and stones, chattering loudly as they charged at him.

“They’re goblins!” Hancock exclaimed, her voice tinged with amusement. “Don’t worry, they’re weak. Just catch one and beat her up.”

Luffy stared at the screen, his brow twitching. What kind of ridiculous game is this? Despite his reservations, he swung his sword, dispatching one of the goblins with a few quick strikes. The remaining goblins panicked and scattered, abandoning their fallen comrade.

“Now go tame her!” Hancock urged. “If you do, you’ll gain experience points and rewards. But remember, you only get full rewards the first time. After that, you only get a third.”

“I%@#@%,” Luffy muttered under his breath. He already knew what "taming" meant in the context of this game. Having seen the antics of Hancock and the others earlier, he was now certain—this was no ordinary game. It was P### game.

Even so, Luffy couldn’t deny the odd satisfaction of leveling up and defeating monsters. The mechanics were surprisingly well-designed, and the gameplay itself was addictive. However, the game’s more "unique" features quickly sapped his enthusiasm.

“I’ve had enough of this nonsense,” he said, pausing the game and setting the controller aside.

Hancock, noticing his disinterest, turned to him with a confused expression. “Why’d you stop? We were just getting to the fun part!”

Luffy shot her an exasperated look, then reached out to pinch her cheek. “You’re the empress of an entire country,” he said, shaking his head. “You could indulge in anything—books, art, real combat training—so why waste your time on this?”

Hancock’s lips puckered into an “o” shape as she tried to defend herself, her words muffled by his grip. “It’s not about the… uh… ‘content.’ I just like seeing my character get stronger and defeating tougher monsters.”

Luffy sighed, releasing her. Despite her eccentric tastes, Hancock’s sincerity was evident. She wasn’t lying; her passion for the game stemmed from its mechanics, not its risqué features.

Yamato and Alpha, sitting nearby, shared similar sentiments. Both women loved the thrill of combat and strategy, viewing the “extra features” as mere accessories to the main gameplay. Still, Luffy couldn’t shake the feeling that this whole setup was far too indulgent.

“Ah, you silly girls,” Luffy muttered, running a hand through his hair. He glanced down at Olivia, still asleep, and let out a long, weary sigh. “Forget it. These games aren’t illegal, and if this is what you enjoy, I won’t stop you.”

He turned to Alpha, his tone shifting to business. “By the way, how many gaming machines do we have here? And how much profit is this place pulling in?”

Alpha perked up, eager to share her knowledge. “Oh, I’ve got the numbers!” she said brightly. “In addition to the bar on the first floor, we have 120 gaming machines spread across the 21B floor. The larger machines can accommodate up to five players at a time, while the smaller ones are for one or two players. These smaller machines are installed in the guest rooms.”

She paused, then added with a sly grin, “Most guests book rooms and invite companions—prostitutes, in most cases—to join them. They play games, drink, and, well, take breaks when they’re tired.”

Luffy’s brow furrowed slightly, but he said nothing, letting her continue.

“As of now, It has been open for two weeks. On average, the daily turnover is over 20 million Berries. Net profit comes out to around 5 to 6 million Berries per day.”

Chapter 374: Making Money? Then I Have to Take Care of It.

“What? Five million Berries a day after just two weeks of opening?!”

Luffy’s eyes widened in disbelief. He quickly did the math in his head. “That’s 50 million Berries in just 10 days… and 150 million Berries in one month!”

The realization hit him like a tidal wave. If this continued to attract more players, the profits would only soar higher. The exclusive ownership of the gaming industry by Olivia presented a monopoly waiting to grow into a goldmine. Luffy could already envision mountains of gold and silver waving at him, beckoning him toward unimaginable wealth.

Forget gold mines and seastones—this is where the real treasure lies!

Of course, as a leader, Luffy knew the importance of maintaining a balance between industry and public services. But that didn’t stop him from acting on his newfound inspiration.

“Raise the taxes! Taxes must be raised!” he declared, his tone firm with determination. “Hmm… let’s set it at the highest rate—40%!”

He turned to Alpha, who stood nearby, and added, “From now on, you’re in charge of checking the establishment’s accounts every month.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Olivia, who had been thrown aside earlier, stirred awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, glaring at Luffy with unbridled fury.

“Who the hell dares to raise my taxes?!” she shouted. “Forty percent? Why don’t you just rob me outright?!”

As a savvy businesswoman, Olivia was especially sensitive when it came to matters of taxation. She fixed Luffy with a scathing glare, her fists clenched in anger.

Luffy, unfazed by her outburst, remained calm and businesslike. “I’m sorry, Ms. Olivia,” he said with mock politeness. “According to the latest tax regulations, all industries unrelated to public welfare are subject to additional levies. Highly profitable enterprises like, say, erotic establishment, fall under the highest tax brackets.”

“You bastard!” Olivia shot back, her voice trembling with rage. “Just a moment ago, you were sweet-talking me, calling me ‘Dear Olivia.’ Now you’re acting like some heartless bureaucrat. Do you have no shame?!”

Luffy, completely unbothered by her insults, shrugged. “Ma’am, please calm down. If you have any complaints, feel free to lodge them with the G66 branch office. We’re just public officials trying to do our jobs.”

“You %##¥@@#!” Olivia’s refined noble upbringing couldn’t suppress the torrent of profanity spilling from her lips. For a moment, she completely lost her composure. Her intense verbal tirade left the three other women—Hancock, Yamato, and Alpha—staring at her in astonishment.

What shocked them even more was how effortlessly Luffy deflected every insult, maintaining his smug demeanor as he buried her in high-sounding rhetoric.

Yamato, ever the peacemaker, eventually intervened. “Sister Olivia, maybe it’s time to admit defeat,” she suggested hesitantly. “There’s a saying—‘You can’t fight the government.’ This situation seems… kind of like that.”

Olivia whipped her head toward Yamato, shooting her a fierce glare. “He’s a Marine, sure, but don’t forget—I’m a Marine too! I’m certified by Fleet Admiral Sengoku himself!”

Yamato pouted, clearly hurt by Olivia’s harsh tone. Meanwhile, Olivia, realizing she had let her emotions get the better of her, took a deep breath to calm herself. After a few moments, she finally conceded.

“Fine,” she muttered through gritted teeth. “You win, you shameless bastard. I’ll give you half the hotel’s shares. Happy now?”

Luffy’s expression immediately softened, his grin spreading from ear to ear. “Oh, did I forget to mention how amazing games are as a new industry?” he said, his tone suddenly cheerful. “This kind of innovation deserves full support!”

Reaching out, he clasped Olivia’s hand in an exaggerated handshake. “Our Marine organization wholeheartedly welcomes outstanding entrepreneurs like you, Ms. Olivia. Rest assured, if there are any future support policies, you’ll be the first to benefit!”

Olivia yanked her hand back, rolling her eyes. “Humph. You even extort your own. You’re utterly shameless.”

“Hey, hey,” Luffy countered, wagging a finger. “This isn’t extortion. We’re a team, remember? There’s no ‘yours’ or ‘mine’—it’s all ‘ours.’”

“Then give me back my shares!” Olivia shot back, holding out her hand expectantly.

Luffy quickly glanced at his wrist, pretending to check the time. “Oh, look at that—it’s already lunchtime! Yamato, you’re the expert on good food. Recommend a nice restaurant nearby. My treat today!”

Before Olivia could protest further, Luffy called out to Hancock, Alpha, and the others, grabbing Yamato by the arm as he led the way toward the door. Olivia, seething with anger, could only watch as he made his escape.

“You bastard!” she muttered under her breath, clenching her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Just you wait. I’ll make you pay for this.”

In the elevator, Olivia deliberately positioned herself behind Yamato, refusing to even look at Luffy. However, Luffy wasn’t about to let her off the hook. He sidled up to her, his tone suddenly serious.

“Hey, Olivia, I’ve been thinking. Can’t you make your game more… mainstream?” he asked.

Olivia glanced at him warily. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, why does it have to be ‘Futanari and the Dungeon’? Why not make it a regular game with male and female characters? And while we’re at it, why not remove those… ‘taming’ aspect on monster fights and leveling up?”

“And why would I do that?” Olivia asked, raising an eyebrow.

“If you make it more family-friendly, it could attract a broader audience,” Luffy explained. “Think about it—more players, more profits, and less controversy. Wouldn’t that be better for everyone?”

Chapter 375: The Giant Group, Punk Hazard Was Attacked!

Olivia gave him a disdainful look and turned her head away.

“It’s easy for you to say, but I accomplished all this on my own. Before I started, I had no idea that games could be so captivating. If you think it’s that simple, why don’t you find me some talented people? With the right recruits and my training, I can build a team capable of handling basic game development and production in the future."

"Is that so? Fine then. I'll contact Morgans later and have that birdman help us out. I’ll pay him to put a job advertisement in the newspaper. Oh, and while I’m at it, I’ll ask him to renew the promotion for Onigashima."

Luffy’s words held a confident tone, but they revealed the challenges he faced. At present, Olivia was the only serious scientist in his ranks. While Usopp was a talented inventor, his expertise didn’t extend to advanced electronic technology. The rest of the crew lacked the technical skills for this kind of work. Recruiting from the outside was the only solution, and for that, Luffy had no choice but to rely on Morgans and his vast network.

The influence of the World Economic News was unparalleled, making it the ideal medium to attract talent from around the world. However, Morgans' services came at a steep price. The last time Luffy asked him to promote Onigashima, the birdman had charged a staggering 50 million Berries for a month of advertisements. It felt like daylight robbery, but the results spoke for themselves. Thanks to Morgans' publicity, Onigashima had become a global attraction, drawing tourists from every corner of the seas.

Olivia's expression softened when she heard Luffy’s offer to help her recruit an assistant. “Games are one thing,” she began, “but a good game also needs a machine capable of running it smoothly. You’ll need to recruit talents in the machinery manufacturing industry too. And that’s not all. A good game requires a solid story. You’ll need to hire writers to craft engaging scripts. Oh, and there’s more…”

As Olivia’s excitement grew, she rattled off a long list of the types of professionals she needed. Luffy, overwhelmed by the torrent of requests, hurriedly pulled out a notebook to jot everything down. By the time she finished, Olivia had outlined the need for hundreds of technical and creative specialists.

“That should cover it for now,” she said, finally satisfied. “With these people, I’ll have enough resources to start my own company. I also plan to bring over the management and technical staff from my previous company to form a brand-new corporate giant.”

Luffy and the others exchanged impressed looks before bursting into applause. Olivia’s enthusiasm was infectious, and while her plans were ambitious, no one doubted her capabilities. After all, in addition to her current role as a Marine colonel, she was a shrewd businesswoman who had built a company worth tens of billions. With her intelligence and expertise, the idea of her starting an even bigger gaming enterprise seemed entirely feasible.

“Alright then,” Luffy declared, pounding his chest with determination. “From now on, I’ll entrust my military expenses to you. I’ll provide all the support you need—everything except Berries—to ensure you can focus without any worries.”

Olivia snorted, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Now that’s surprising. For once, you actually sound like him.”

Luffy: "..."

With the tension between them resolved, Luffy and Olivia delved into a spirited discussion about the future of gaming and even the potential of the internet. Luffy proposed numerous ideas, categorizing them into genres such as role-playing, action-adventure, casual development, real-time strategy, and racing games. Even though his descriptions were brief, Hancock and the others couldn’t hide their excitement, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. They couldn’t wait to try these games themselves.

However, as Olivia had emphasized, creating these games would take time and manpower—both of which were in short supply. For now, these ideas would have to remain plans for the future, dependent on Luffy’s success in recruiting a capable team.

While Luffy was envisioning new industries and exploring uncharted territories, trouble was brewing on Punk Hazard Island in the New World.

“Alert! Alert! Unidentified enemy attack on the south coast! All personnel, please respond immediately. I repeat, unidentified enemy attack on the south coast! All units, mobilize for support!”

The sharp blare of alarms shattered the usual stillness of the island. This highly secure research base, governed strictly by the World Government, was thrown into complete disarray. Soldiers scrambled in response to the emergency, forming organized teams to head toward the south coast.

In the depths of the base, Sentomaru observed the chaos unfolding through a surveillance Den Den Mushi. His brows furrowed in concern as he monitored the situation. Something about this attack unsettled him. Without hesitation, he picked up his Den Den Mushi to issue orders to the island’s Marine commander.

“Everyone, calm down! Follow my instructions carefully and remain vigilant against the enemy’s tactics. Squadrons 2, 3, 6, and 8 are to head to the south coast immediately for reinforcement. Squadrons 4, 5, and 7, maintain surveillance on the other three coasts. Squadrons 9 and 10, conduct a thorough search of the base to ensure no intruders have infiltrated our perimeter. As for Squadron 1, report to my position at once. We need medical personnel to come quickly”