Super Ship: Matchmaking starts with black and white stockings sisters

Five hundred meters away from the "President".

Twenty specially modified assault boats glided across the sea like ghosts.

This is no ordinary raft.

This is the "Death Squad" that Zhang Nanhai built at great expense.

The boats were painted matte black, the oars were wrapped in thick cotton cloth, and each boat carried six strong men.

They didn't speak.

Even their breathing was kept very low.

The leader was a man known as "One-Eyed".

He was Zhang Nanhai's confidant and used to be a smuggler. He knew the night sea routes better than anyone else.

With his one remaining right eye squinting, he stared intently at the massive black shadow in the distance.

That is the "President".

Like a silent, steel mountain, lying prone on the sea.

There are no lights.

There was no movement.

"Oh."

One-Eyed sneered inwardly.

So what if it's an S-class battleship?

Even the best ship is for people to sail.

Once a person is asleep, this is an iron coffin.

He made a gesture.

The brothers behind him immediately understood and increased the frequency of their paddling in unison.

silent.

fast.

They were like a group of deep-sea piranhas baring their fangs at this moment.

Three hundred meters away.

The one-eyed man could even see the water droplets hanging on the towering gunwale.

"What a bunch of pigs."

The deputy sitting behind One-Eye lowered his voice, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Such a big ship, and they don't even assign someone to keep watch?"

"That Qin Yu was just lucky."

"If he had met our Dragon King earlier, not even a trace of his bones would have remained."

One-Eyed glared at him, signaling him to shut up.

But he couldn't suppress the contemptuous smile on his lips.

Everything went too smoothly.

It went so smoothly that he thought the so-called number one on the list was just a nouveau riche who got rich by sheer luck.

What robot?

What kind of armed helicopter?

In the face of a real night raid tactic, those metal lumps are blind!

One hundred meters away.

One-Eyed could even smell the odor drifting from the ship...

That's the lingering aroma of roasted meat.

"It smells so good!"

One-Eyed swallowed hard, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Brothers, get ready."

He pulled a grappling hook with barbs from his waist.

"Once on the ship, kill all the men, leave the women behind."

"Especially the one in black stockings, the Dragon King specifically requested her alive."

"We'll move all the remaining supplies tonight!"

Twenty assault boats spread out in a fan shape.

Like a large net, it enveloped the unsuspecting prey.

Eighty meters.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Even the best marksman, at this distance, can simply raise his hand and fire a shot.

The one-eyed man stood up.

He had already begun to swing the grappling hook in his hand.

In that very instant.

"Sizzle—"

A faint crackling sound broke the silence of the night.

Followed by.

"Snapped!"

A blinding white light shot down from the bridge of the USS President without warning.

That wasn't an ordinary searchlight.

That's an artificial sun.

In that instant.

Night turned into day.

Twenty black assault boats and over a hundred assassins armed with weapons.

It's like a cockroach exposed on the floor when the kitchen light is on.

There is nowhere to hide.

The one-eyed man's vision went white from the glare, and tears streamed down his face.

He instinctively raised his hand to cover his eyes.

My heart skipped a beat.

It’s over.

Was discovered.

But he was a ruthless man after all, and his reactions were extremely quick.

"Forget the lights! Charge in! Stick together!"

"Once we stick it on, their cannons will be useless!"

"Throw the fire bottle! Quickly!"

however.

His roar hadn't even finished before it landed.

A cold voice, carrying a hint of laziness and mockery, boomed over their heads through the loudspeaker.

"We've been waiting for you for so long."

"Since you're here..."

"Don't leave."

That's Qin Yu's voice.

next second.

On the bridge.

Qin Yu held the glass of red wine he hadn't finished drinking and gently snapped his fingers.

"Yao Xue, light the fire."

Second deck.

Yao Xue wore a black, tight-fitting combat suit that accentuated her perfect curves.

She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, and in those usually cold eyes, two clusters of frenzied flames were now dancing.

In front of her.

Two heavy industrial flamethrowers, originally used for cleaning up marine debris, were mounted on the site.

But this thing.

Qin Yu added something extra to it.

The fuel is not ordinary oil, but "high-energy solidified gasoline" extracted by the system.

"clear."

Yao Xue parted her red lips slightly.

Her fair fingers pressed down hard on the red launch button.

"boom--!!!"

Two fire dragons, each fifty meters long, roared out.

That's not fire.

That was flowing magma.

That's the breath of hell.

The orange-red flames instantly engulfed the first five assault boats.

high temperature.

Extremely high temperature.

He didn't even have time to scream.

The wooden boats instantly carbonized, turning into black powder.

There were about thirty people on the ship.

Like an ant that has fallen into a pot of boiling oil.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"Water! Jump in!"

The people behind them were terrified and jumped into the sea like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

But they forgot.

This is solidified gasoline.

This thing has extremely strong adhesion, and...

It can't be extinguished by water!

A sea of ​​fire instantly erupted on the sea surface.

Those who jumped into the water were horrified to find that the flames were still burning on their bodies, and even the surrounding seawater seemed to be on fire.

This is not seawater.

This is a pot of boiling oil!

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

The one-eyed man was terrified as he looked at the hell on earth before him.

What kind of assassins?

What do you mean by "well-trained"?

All of this is a joke in the face of such absolute destructive power.

He rowed the ship with all his might, trying to escape the inferno.

"Trying to run away?"

Li Ruobing stood on the other side of the deck.

She was trembling with excitement, not holding a gun, but a tablet terminal.

That's the control panel of the "Black Ant" robot.

"The boss's feast has only just begun!"

"Just leave your lives behind!"

She swiped the screen hard.

"Buzzing—"

Both sides of the ship's hull.

The ten "Black Ant" robots, which had been silently waiting in standby mode, simultaneously lit up their red electronic eyes.

They had already adjusted their firing angle.

The armor on its back popped open.

It revealed its menacing six-barreled Gatling gun.

Ten machine guns.

What does this mean?

This is equivalent to concentrating the firepower of an entire reinforced company onto a single ship.

"Da da da da da da—!!!"

Metal Storm.

A true metal storm.

The muzzle flashes merged into one, illuminating the night as if it were daytime.

The dense barrage of bullets was like invisible scythes of death, sweeping across the sea.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Those assault boats that tried to turn around were riddled with bullets in an instant.

One-Eyed watched helplessly as his deputy beside him, whose upper body was still speaking, had already been smashed to pieces by the time his lower body was shattered.

Blood splattered all over his face.

Hot.

It smells fishy.

"This is the devil...this is the devil!"

The one-eyed man broke down.

He dropped the oars, knelt in the cabin, and kowtowed desperately to the "President".

"Stop killing! Stop killing!"

"I surrender! I know the Dragon King's location! I..."

"Bang!"

A large-caliber bullet blew his skull off.

That's Yao Xue.

She had put down the flamethrower at some point and was now holding the S-class Barrett rifle in her hand.

The gun barrel emitted wisps of smoke.

"Qin Yu said so."

"No prisoners tonight."

The screams on the sea gradually subsided.

In less than three minutes, all twenty assault boats were reduced to fragments on the sea.

But it's not over yet.

far away.

Those hundreds of small rafts that originally planned to take advantage of the chaos and follow behind Zhang Nanhai's suicide squad.

They all froze in place.

What did they see?

That was a sea of ​​fire.

That was a battlefield of carnage.

"Run...run fast!"

Someone shouted.

Hundreds of small boats began frantically trying to escape.

Qin Yu stood on high ground, looking at the crowd that was buzzing around like flies.

His eyes were indifferent.

"Since we're here, we should at least see a big fireworks display before we leave."

He spoke a few words calmly into his headset.

"Activate 'Deep Sea Guardian'."

"Let them see what S-class strength really means."

Plasma pulse cannon.

The deck at the bow of the ship slowly cracked open.

A futuristic, silver-white cannon barrel slowly rises.

At the muzzle.

Blue light began to converge.

The energy fluctuations caused the surrounding air to distort.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The sound of charging was like the screeching of countless birds.

far away.

The survivors who were fleeing glanced back.

That one glance.

That became the last image of their lives.

A blue sun appeared on the bow of the steel behemoth.

"emission."

Qin Yu said softly.

"boom!!!"

A blue beam of light, more than two meters in diameter, tore through the night.

It makes no sound.

Or rather, its speed has surpassed that of sound.

The beam of light instantly pierced through the sea surface a kilometer away.

Wherever they went.

The seawater was directly evaporated, creating a vacuum channel.

And there were more than a dozen rafts on that straight line.

Not even a crumb was left.

Direct gasification.

The beam of light continued its relentless advance, slamming into an unnamed reef in the far distance.

"Boom!"

Then came the huge explosion.

That reef was completely flattened.

The shockwave created giant waves over ten meters high, capsizing all the small boats around it.

silence.

A deathly silence.

Only the flames still burning on the sea surface crackled and popped.

All the survivors were dumbfounded.

They watched the blue light gradually fade away.

Is that a power that humans can control?

Was that divine punishment?

"Skyhawk Guardians, take off."

"Clean up the battlefield."

Qin Yu gave them no chance to catch their breath.

"Whoosh!"

The silver fighter jet, like a sword drawn from its sheath, soared straight into the sky.

Followed by.

It made a dive.

The missile pods under the wings were fully open.

That night.

Sleepless nights are inevitable.

……

Thirty nautical miles away.

Zhang Nanhai stood on his flagship.

The two iron balls in his hand had long since disappeared.

He stared wide-eyed at the illuminated sky in the distance.

Even though we're so far apart.

He also saw the blue light.

He also heard the thunderous sound of cannons.

His hands were shaking.

His legs were shaking.

His heart was trembling.

Just a moment ago, through the walkie-talkie that was still in use.

He heard the sounds coming from the front lines.

That was the one-eyed man's death scream.

That was the roar of a Gatling gun.

Those were the cries of those who were burned to death.

"It's over..."

Zhang Nanhai slumped down in the tiger-skin chair.

His face was as pale as paper.

"It's all over..."

His elite troops.

His assassins.

He spent a lot of resources cultivating this trump card.

That's it...

That's all?

Didn't you hear a sound at all?

No.

It rang.

The sound was deafening.

Is this what Qin Yu called "fireworks"?

Is this the man's strength?

Zhang Nanhai suddenly felt very cold.

That kind of cold seeps out from the very bones.

He always thought it was a survival game.

We're all players.

Even if there is a gap, it's only in terms of equipment.

As long as you're willing to work hard and have a brain, you can always win.

But now he understands.

Qin Yu wasn't playing a survival game.

He's playing a hack-and-slash game.

"Dragon... Dragon King..."

The scarred man next to him was so frightened that he wet his pants, and a foul stench filled the air.

"Should we...should we still charge?"

"Go to hell!"

Zhang Nanhai suddenly jumped up and kicked Scarface in the face.

"run!"

"Run, you bastard!"

"Run in the opposite direction!"

"From now on, no one is allowed to mention the words 'Presidential Ship'!"

"I'll kill anyone who mentions me!"

Zhang Nanhai has gone mad.

He rushed into the driver's seat and took the helm himself.

The large ship flying the dragon flag looked like a stray dog, fleeing in a sorry state through the night.

They even abandoned the auxiliary boats that hadn't returned yet.

……

On the "President"

The smoke of battle has not yet cleared.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and gunpowder.

But for Qin Yu...

This is the taste of victory.

He stood at the bow of the ship, watching the sea gradually calm in the distance.

This battle.

They displayed their might.

They displayed dominance.

From this day forward...

In this sea area, there is only one sound.

That was Qin Yu's voice.

"Brother Yu, how's it going?"

Li Ruobing ran over carrying a tablet, her face still bearing traces of smoke from the cigarettes, her eyes flashing brightly.

"This wave wiped out at least three hundred of them."

"The rest were terrified."

"I reckon from now on, people will avoid our flag."

Yao Xue also came over and was wiping the dust off her glasses with a white silk handkerchief.

"Zhang Nanhai has run away."

"Radar showed that his ship was fleeing eastward at full speed."

"Should we go after them?"

"At Skyhawk's speed, it can catch up in two minutes."

Qin Yu shook his head.

Drink the last sip of red wine in the glass.

"Don't pursue a desperate enemy."

"Keep him alive."

"He's second on the list, so his influence is considerable."

"Let him live, let him spread the fear of today."

"sometimes."

"A living coward is more useful than a dead enemy."

Qin Yu turned around.

Looking at the three women in front of him.

Looking at this invincible warship.

A wild, arrogant smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Turn off the lights."

"sleep."