"So you're suggesting... recruiting more?" Lana Brown's eyes lit up, "A maritime guard?"
"What guard? It's just a patrol." Sean Knight casually slid his hand into Lana Brown's shirt and gently stroked it.
"I plan to buy some speedboats for now. During the next Zhuhai Air Show, I'll pick up some export equipment. We can't buy 052D, but we can get some Type 022 Missile Fast Boats, right?"
Of course, using the Type 022 Missile Fast Boat here is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
But who can blame Sean Knight for having not only an island but also a sea?
Since watching old movies from the last century, Sean Knight has been habitually suffering from firepower deficiency syndrome.
The more the merrier when it comes to firepower!
"Alright! I'll take care of the recruitment." As Lana Brown coped with Sean Knight's wandering hands, she gasped out,
"We already have a recruitment office on the island. One phone call and we'll have a bunch of naval veterans."
