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The cabin door was roughly pushed open, and Andre turned his head, and the moment he saw the face of the person, he immediately drew his gun and fired, but several large lead bullets were smashed by the flying Longzi gun halfway. The flying gun swallowed the blade and pierced into Andre's chest, pinning him to the wall.
Li Yan walked into the captain's room.
The room is very large, with consoles with knobs of different sizes installed on three sides, a table with sea charts on it, and even a separate bathroom and bathtub.
He picked up the pitch-black bottle on the table, unscrewed it and smelled it, and found that it contained a black liquid similar to diesel.
gasoline?
Andre didn't bleed, the metal color was exposed inside the chest that was torn open by the gun blade, and the ring-shaped hose was clearly visible. He seemed to have a premonition that death was coming, and his face was a little gray.
Li Yan put down the bottle, and used Glance at the seriously injured Andre.
¡¾Andrea Bocelli¡¿
The captain of the immortal class "Glasgow" (Glasgow), has the title of "Captain Iron Heart".
In the Trafalgar naval battle ten years ago, Andre was hit by a 24-pound shell and was diagnosed as permanently disabled. After the war, he chose to undergo a transformation operation with a very high mortality rate and survived successfully. Employed by the East India Company, he came to the mysterious Far East.
Status: Heart of Steel (The semi-mechanical modified body makes him vigorous, with extraordinary will, and can also avoid many fatal injuries.)
Specialization: Navigation 85%, Military Technology 89%
Threat degree: white
"We have hunted countless heretics, and there are many monsters as powerful as you."
Andre gritted his teeth and said reluctantly.
Li Yan walked up to Andre, stretched out his hand to grab the barrel of the gun inserted into his body, and he only needed to pick it up lightly, and he could smash Andre's chest.
"I think I must have a chance to see it."
As soon as Li Yan finished speaking, more than a dozen balls of pink mud flew towards him. Before he got close, he was held up by the dragon's spitting fog surging from his body, and the mud missiles fell to the ground one after another.
But more pink mud hit Andre and quickly wrapped him up. After a while, Andre became a pink mud cocoon.
[Son of Watson xxviii]: A product of alchemy that was once popular in Europa, with certain biological activity.
Li Yan pulled the gun body hard, but it didn't work. The big gun was stuck in mud and couldn't move.
St. Watson stood in the doorway with a cigar in his mouth and a black shotgun in both hands from which the mud had just been fired. The white shirt on his upper body had a sleeve cut off to deal with the wound, exposing his by no means thin arm.
""
Li Yan stretched out his hand, and successively released the white dragon spit mist and disaster water, trying to dissolve the mud, but with little success.
"Hey, Oriental, how about we chat?"
Only then did Li Yan turn his gaze to St. Watson. He grabbed the barrel of the gun with his forehand and nodded at him: "Of course."
After all, he smashed the dragon gun and the pink mud cocoon together on a pilgrimage to Watson!
boom!
St. Watson couldn't dodge in time, he was thrown into the air, and the shotgun in his hand was also out of his hand. Before St. Watson landed, Li Yan leaped out of the captain's cabin, and stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's throat.
The neck bones that were suddenly squeezed by force made the sound of skin and flesh. The old man Watson left his feet off the ground, his eyes turned white, and he tried in vain to pull Li Yan's tiger's mouth. Suddenly, a large puff of cigar smoke came out of his mouth, thick smoke Suddenly enveloped the two people.
A sharp siren sounded on the ship at the right time.
"Ahhhh~"
St. Watson was thrown out by Li Yan, first hit the wall with a bang, and then slid to the ground little by little.
Luchka hurried over: "Sir, are you all right?"
St. Watson coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, slapped Luchka's hand away, and replied angrily: "If you were thrown against the wall like a stinky sock, would you feel better?"
Li Yan walked out of the smoke calmly. What St. Watson exhaled was a strong anesthetic gas, but it was of little use to him.
He dug out the message that he had glimpsed before, and read it again.
¡¾St. Watson¡¿
?Won the Holy Queen Award, the highest honor in Europe, the chief designer of Captain Heron's seven major ships, an explorer who has traveled all over the five continents, and a mean and stubborn mad scholar.
Status: Curse of the Ancient God, Transformation by Watson
Specialization: magic technology 100%, alchemy 100%, living application 110%
Threat degree: ?
&nbs??Time we will fight for you. "
St. Watson patted Charlie on the shoulder: "You are such a great boy."
Charlie straightened his back subconsciously. In any case, standing in front of him was a university student who had won the Saint Queen's Award.
St. Watson pulled Luchka beside him, turned around and walked away, shaking his head as he walked: "May God bless him."
"Bless who?"
"Shut up, you little bastard."
The sky was pattering with catastrophic waters. Compared with the black torrential rain that washed away the fleet formation before, this time it was much weaker, but it was deadly enough.
A drop of black rain fell from the sky, penetrated the brim of the hat, and dripped on the face of the young sailor, and the white flesh made a scorching sound. The sailor's expression was distorted in pain, but he raised his gun and fired meticulously.
Li Yan had a thought,
Li Yan didn't care too much, he picked up his gun and rushed into the crowd. The big gun landed on the sailor, and a mixture of flesh and alloy parts flew up immediately
St. Watson walked back to his room, and a giant anaconda with intricate patterns came face to face with him.
"Silk~"
"Baby you are so hot today. But I have something urgent to do."
St. Watson gently stroked the giant anaconda's forehead to appease it, and Watson snapped his fingers to Luchka behind him: "Work, kid."
The two walked to the test bench, which was filled with all kinds of delicate and complicated chemical instruments, animal specimens soaked in potions, and large groups of scorched marks.
"Luchka, four, six, thirteen."
After hearing this, Luchka pulled out a glass bottle, and a blue alchemical flame burst out from the mouth of the bottle. He set up the crucible, skillfully opened the grid marked with numbers, poured the powder, sucked out the potion in the grid with a bus straw, and carefully dripped it into the crucible.
"What I told you to prepare is an interfering hormone, and you will sprinkle it directly into the seawater later."
St. Watson took out a strange tool with the upper part in the shape of an owl and the lower part as a needle. He patted his atrophied blood vessel, wiped it with alcohol, and injected the needle into the vein.
St. Watson's arm had purple blood vessels visible to the naked eye. He let out a long breath before asking Luchka: "Have you seen the black water sample manipulated by the oriental man?"
"Yes, it is a cursed corrosive liquid. He can also create a large cloud of corrosive rain, killing many of our soldiers."
"That's not the point. His black water sample contains an extremely violent microorganism, which is as energetic as a chick of eighteen or nineteen years old. If it is entrusted to me to develop, I can make a living turbine with ten times more power than now .¡±
"I don't think that man looks like he will cooperate with you obediently, Mr. Watson."
"No, Ruchka, you still don't understand. He needs me and I need him, we both know that, the important thing now is"
St. Watson's hand paused: "Who's on top."
"Wow."
Luchka made a nonsense perfunctory sound.
St. Watson rummaged through the box, put on a leather plaid belt, and put on a heavy windbreaker: "The crucible contains interfering hormones, you take it to the sea, then go to the bottom warehouse, drive Zhenzhen out, don't forget to take me children."
"You want to escape?"
Luchka's eyes widened.
"Fishers in San Diego often go to sea for several months, and they have to go through wind and rain to catch enough prey. This is a protracted battle."
After all, St. Watson took out a fist-sized round container with uneven surface, poured something into it, filled it, tightened the seal, and installed it on the rifle.
He pushed open the door, quickly turned around the aisle, came to the top deck, and shouted: "Hey, Charlie, I'm ready!"
As soon as he finished speaking, St. Watson happened to witness the lieutenant Charlie being shot through the throat by the dragon's big gun.
"I just said that God is not reliable."
At this moment, there were not many sailors left on the deck, and the black rainstorm in the sky was approaching. In just two minutes, the sailor column was almost defeated.
St. Watson raised the muzzle of his gun towards the sky and pulled the trigger. The round container flew into the sky and exploded into a big ball in the sky. The body is neither painful nor itchy, that's not to say, the dust touches the black rain cloud, and the cloud immediately disappears and becomes clear.
Li Yan raised his head, he didn't have to hold back to speak, he also knew what happened.
"The effect of your power of all phases has been partially destroyed, and rain clouds cannot be condensed normally within a diameter of one kilometer in the current area."
A ray of sunlight hit St. Watson's face in the afternoon, and he pointed his gun at Li Yan: "It's the second round now, you bastard."
"boom!"
As soon as the words fell, the dragon son still stuck to Charlie's brain shot through St. Watson's head like a big gun. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?Condensation rain clouds cannot be normally condensed within one kilometer in diameter of the current area. "
A ray of sunlight hit St. Watson's face in the afternoon, and he pointed his gun at Li Yan: "It's the second round now, you bastard."
"boom!"
As soon as the words fell, the dragon son still stuck to Charlie's brain shot through St. Watson's head like a big gun. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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