39 The Three VIP Protectees

[Security check passed.]

[Identity recognized.]

[Welcome back to the Military Department, Admiral Kenji.]

A robotic voice echoed. Kenji nodded, stepping away from the camera and walking down a long, silver corridor.

The corridor was lined with thick metal isolation panels, blocking all external signals and even capable of withstanding heavy artillery fire if necessary.

The clack of Kenji's military boots echoed in the empty hallway. He stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor and knocked on the heavy door.

Two seconds later, the metal door opened, and Kenji stepped inside, saluting the person sitting across the redwood long table, "Fleet Admiral."

The Fleet Admiral greeted him with a chuckle and a wave, "Ah, Kenji, come here."

Kenji walked over and stood beside him. The Admiral picked up a remote from the table and pressed the red button in the middle. Kenji looked up to see a familiar face on the screen.