A Seasoned Veteran

Milluki stared at the final frame on the terminal, his finger hovering above the screen without pressing down for a long time.

The puddle of viscous liquid in the center of the cargo hold occupied one corner of the image.

The Mechanical Mosquito's viewpoint was very low. It could only see grayish-white bubbles forming along the edge of the liquid, along with several drag marks on the floor nearby.

The next second, the screen went completely black.

Every signal source on the terminal went offline at once.

Milluki threw up his hands and howled at the sky.

"They're all gone."

Bai Zhu lowered his head and comforted Milluki.

"It's fine. I'll give you a bigger cut later, okay?"

"How much?"

Bai Zhu thought very seriously for a while. "How about one dollar?"

"Fuck you, Bai Zhu!!"

Milluki wiped away his tears and zoomed in on the screen, trying to dig more information out of the cache while seeing if he could salvage any of them.

The Mechanical Dragonflies had gone offline too.

His expression worsened. His lips quivered as he pouted, but he still gave a very serious analysis.

"This batch is a new product. Their anti-interference systems were enhanced. To disconnect all of them at once, it was either overwhelming Nen pressure or some kind of electromagnetic shock."

Morel held out his hand.

"Show me the last image."

Milluki hesitated, but ultimately handed him the terminal.

Morel watched it for several seconds, then tapped his pipe against his palm.

"Slime."

Captain Nishimatsu stepped closer and frowned after looking at it.

"A sea beast?"

Morel did not answer immediately.

He returned the terminal to Milluki.

"Deep Purple."

Smoke poured from the mouth of his pipe and quickly separated into several clusters.

Several Purple Smoke Soldiers landed on the deck.

Milluki