The bridge of an armed ship.
The group chatted while waiting for the manager to finish.
The first mate chuckled and asked, " Captain, how much is the bonus this time?"
The Captain took a sip of hot tea and replied, "You'll get your share."
"Everyone, stay focused and don't let anything go wrong in the final stage."
The first mate scoffed, "What could possibly go wrong?"
"You can count the high-level sea monsters on one hand. Now that two are dead, the rest have probably all run away in fear."
What else could pose a threat to us?
The Captain scoffed, "Neglecting your duties? Believe me, I'll dock your bonus."
The first mate quickly saluted and said, "Ready at any time, please give your instructions, Captain!"
The Captain said calmly, "That's more like it."
"Keep the radar and sonar on high alert; report anything approaching immediately."
First Mate replied solemnly, "Yes, sir."
The Captain put down his teacup, glanced casually outside, and frowned.
"It's getting foggy."
Paying close attention to weather conditions in the navigation channel is an essential skill for every Captain.
He checked the weather forecast before setting off.
It's raining lightly on Steamed Bun Island, but there won't be fog.
As the white fog rapidly spread and covered the entire sea area, the Captain felt a sense of foreboding.
The second mate rushed in. "The radar, sonar, and fire control systems have all failed."
The Captain sensed something was wrong and picked up his communicator to contact the island's manager, but all he heard was the crackling of electricity.
All electronic devices have malfunctioned.
This would undoubtedly be a catastrophic disaster for a modern armed warship.
They not only went blind, but also became crippled with missing limbs.
"Send men to the deck immediately and have them scout the area. We must not let a single sea monster get close."
They only have this one ship; it absolutely cannot sink.
The Captain nervously watched the white fog outside.
He noticed that the white mist in front of the bow suddenly began to move and slowly parted to the sides.
Immediately, a heavily damaged, modified fishing boat emerged from the fog and charged straight toward them.
At this moment, the two sides were less than twenty meters apart.
For two boats that are 100 meters long, this is practically touching.
"Fire!"
"Sink it!"
Although the Captain couldn't figure out where the ship had come from, his intuition told him he absolutely couldn't let it get close.
The second mate's voice trembled. "The automatic loader is broken; manual loading will take at least five minutes."
The Captain's face was terrifyingly grim.
Five minutes?
The daylily buds were all cold.
After putting on his hat, the Captain said in a deep voice, "Prepare to engage the enemy."
Meanwhile, Captain Hook and his crew of sailors stood on the deck, their faces flushed with excitement.
"Guys!"
"Prepare for boarding action!"
That ship will be ours soon!
A few minutes before Qin Ze tied his kidneys, he had already ordered Captain Hook and his men to take action.
Under the cover of the Fog of War, they easily approached the armed ship.
Seeing the chaos on the other deck, Captain Hook felt confident that this was a sure thing!
The main point is to catch someone off guard.
Bang--
The Flying Circus Man's bow slammed heavily into the side of the enemy ship.
Several slender planks and dozens of grappling hooks held the two boats tightly together.
"The main character has arrived!"
"The show is starting!"
Let's dance together!
"I'm here to cause trouble!"
"..."
The sailor clones jumped one after another onto the deck of the armed ship.
Before the sailors on the opposite ship could react, they were forced to engage the enemy.
Boom boom boom--
Several deafening self-destructions rang out first, completely stunning the opposing side.
What's going on?
Who comes in and tries to take everyone down with them?
Captain Hook, looking at the several craters on the deck, cried out in distress, "Don't fucking blow this up! Watch out for my ship!"
The Self-Destruct Squad didn't care about anything else, and after two more explosions, they shouted, "This time, the first kill was our Self-Destruct Squad!"
The clones' reckless and insane fighting style caused the opposing "Dao Xin" to collapse at one point, turning the situation into a one-sided massacre in the Circus.
The first mate roared and charged out of the cockpit, smashing two clones to pieces with a single punch while unleashing the pressure of Level Three Martial Artist.
He thought he could intimidate the opponent, since the average level of his clones wasn't even level two.
However, upon seeing him appear, the clones were not deterred; instead, they became even more excited.
"An elite monster dropped!"
Without hesitation, the Self-Destruct Squad rushed forward and detonated their weapons right in front of the target.
After being bombarded with three shots in a row, the first mate's head was spinning.
Are they devils?
How could you fight like that!
Seeing the first mate covered in dust and dirt from the explosion, the Meditation Group assumed he was close to being killed and wanted to rush forward and finish him off.
He had barely gotten close and hadn't even unleashed his skills when the first mate smashed him to pieces with just a few punches.
"Damn it! He's playing us!"
"I wish I could see the health bar."
"He's a tank, let's bomb him a couple more times."
"Let me do it!"
"..."
After being repelled by the first mate, the clones immediately reorganized their attack.
The first mate is numb.
Based on his past experience, he would pick a few ringleaders and kill them in a very cruel way, which would terrify the others and cause them to scatter.
But it seems that the word "fear" doesn't exist in the dictionary of this group of people today.
Instead of retreating, they launched another attack on him.
Damn it!
You really think you can just harass me like a monster, huh?
The first mate is preparing to fire.
Even if we don't steam buns, we still have to prove ourselves.
Suddenly, his feet left the ground, and he was lifted up from behind.
"It's over."
The first mate heard a cold voice in his ear, and then he saw a hand pierce through his chest, crushing his heart.
He died before he could even open his mouth.
" Brother Devour, this BYD guy is getting another kill, huh?"
The clones grumbled and cursed.
Brother Devour casually tossed the corpse aside. "If I hadn't made a move, wouldn't you all have been wiped out by your self-destruction?"
The enemy wasn't even scratched, and our own side was wiped out on its own initiative? That's something else!
Brother Devour couldn't stand it any longer.
With Brother Devour joining the battle, the fight on the deck ended in less than half an hour.
More than a dozen surrendered sailors crouched in a corner, their hands covering their heads.
The sporadic fighting in the remaining cabins did not last long.
Brother Devour unleashed his ultimate move, rampaging through the enemy ranks and terrifying them.
The ship's highest combat capability is only a third-level first mate.
With the first mate dead, no one can stop the Circus anymore.
Finally, the Captain surrendered with the remaining thirty or so men.
Captain Hook stood in the wheelhouse, touching this and that, his face beaming with joy.
"Finally, we've upgraded from slingshots to cannons!"
Having changed into clean clothes, Brother Devour walked into the cockpit and said to Captain Hook, "At your rate of sailing, this ship will last at most a week."
Captain Hook retorted angrily, "Bullshit!"
The Mist Lord then entered and said, "All the prisoners have been dealt with."
"Hands and feet were tied with rope, mouth was gagged, eyes were covered, and I locked the cell with three locks; there's no way he can escape."
Captain Hook paused for a moment, then gave a thumbs-up. "You're still the best."
Brother Devour is speechless.
The boarding maneuver at sea has ended, but the team battle on the island is just beginning.