Navigator: I have a double six-story house

The bullets were fired, even though Su Qing had already aimed beforehand.

Zhou An's figure blurred through the darkness, easily bypassing Wang Yao and Chen Pingzhou, who were placed in front of Su Qing.

Everything happened too fast. By the time Wang Yao reacted, Zhou An had already thrown a punch, aiming for Su Qing's chest.

Fortunately, Su Qing had already assumed a defensive stance when her first attack missed, crossing her arms to protect her head and chest.

He didn't choose to hide, because there was simply no time to hide.

His fists slammed into his arms, sending him flying backward.

"Martial Arts Master?!"

Su Qing recognized the job title of "roller" that she had seen before in the Shuangliu House.

Wouldn't a captain want this kind of job?

Are you kidding me!

Su Qing immediately realized that this attack on him was not just about money.

A C-class professional crew member who has been stationed at Midway for so long couldn't possibly be there for him.

But now is not the time to think about these things. The martial artist profession has high burst damage and fast speed, so we must deal with it quickly.

After landing and regaining her footing, Su Qing immediately began loading ammunition.

Seeing that Su Qing could immediately reload after taking a solid punch from him, Zhou An frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

The fact that his punch didn't kill a squishy ranged character can only mean that the opponent must have a survival item.

Having access to a lot of secret information, he also understood that such tools often had many limitations, and he didn't believe the other party could keep going.

He stepped forward with his right foot, ready to continue his fierce attack, when someone grabbed his waist tightly.

He turned around and saw that it was the shield guard he looked down on who was blocking his way once again.

Wang Yao spread his arms and locked Zhou An's waist tightly, his whole body hanging on the other, holding him down firmly.

Zhou An tried to take two steps forward, but to no avail, so he simply elbowed Zhou An backward.

With a crack, Wang Yao's brow bone split open, and blood flowed down his brow into his eye socket, turning his vision completely red.

He didn't let go, a ferocious smile plastered on his bloodied face.

[Hold on]!

Zhou An felt the arms tighten even more, and he gasped.

He understood what the other party was planning: stall for time to allow Su Qing to reload.

The martial artist is also a high-output, fragile class; he can't afford to drag the game down.

"Let go, you bastard!"

Zhou An viciously and repeatedly elbowed Wang Yao in the face.

Wang Yao's nose bridge collapsed, his cheekbones sunken in, and his entire face was so swollen that it was unrecognizable, covered with fresh flesh and blood.

Wang Yao remained silent, holding Zhou An tightly and refusing to let go.

Su Qing watched as Wang Yao was beaten beyond recognition by Zhou An, and she clenched her molars tightly.

He couldn't afford to panic or waste the time Wang Yao had bought for him.

Finally, under Zhou An's continuous attacks, Wang Yao's eyes became unfocused.

He loosened his arms and tilted his body to the side.

Zhou An shook him off, turned around, and locked his sights on Su Qing, who was still loading ammunition with his head down.

At this moment, Chen Pingzhou rushed forward.

Without weapons or skills, he simply opened his arms and lunged forward, managing to grab Zhou An's leg.

Zhou An glanced down, his eyes filled with disdain.

"You piece of trash, how dare you stop me?!"

With just one kick, Chen Pingzhou was sent flying several meters, landing on his back and curled up on the ground coughing. It was unclear whether his ribs were broken, but he obviously wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon.

Chen Pingzhou, who had no combat ability, only delayed Zhou An by a second.

In that split second, Wang Yao came to his senses.

"Hey, grandson!"

"Grandpa's here!"

Wang Yao's voice came from behind Zhou An, deep and muffled.

Zhou An ignored the taunts behind him; he had only one goal: to kill Su Qing.

However, his face involuntarily turned towards Wang Yao.

The skill effect of [Provocation] has spread out.

Zhou An's body was out of control, and his attack target was once again locked onto Wang Yao.

He let out a low growl and slammed his fist down. This time, Wang Yao raised the C-grade iron shield.

His fist slammed into the shield, deforming it and leaving one fist mark after another. The iron shield was riddled with holes, and Wang Yao's arm was trembling, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it.

"You're so eager to die?" Zhou An's eyes burned with genuine rage. "Fine, I'll grant your wish."

He took a deep breath, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and prepared to unleash a full-force attack.

"You're the one who's going to die."

The sound came from behind him, very close, almost touching his ear.

Zhou An realized what was happening, but didn't have time to turn around.

A shot rang out.

The shot grazed Zhou An's back, the bullet exiting from the scorching muzzle, triggering the explosive projectile effect.

The bullet exploded inside his chest cavity, and fragments emerged from his chest, raising a cloud of blood.

Zhou An swayed and fell forward, his knees hitting the ground. He glanced down at the hole in his chest, his mouth moved but no sound came out.

The body fell to the ground, lying on its side, its eyes wide open, staring at the night sky above the construction site, its gaze filled with resentment.

He was unwilling to accept defeat, wondering why he had failed when he had prepared for so long.

In the end, about forty people lost to three.

Zhou An died.

The construction site fell silent.

Wang Yao planted the iron shield in the ground, using it to support his body. His nostrils were filled with the smell of rust, and his mouth was so swollen that he couldn't speak.

Seeing Su Qing panting heavily, he raised one hand and gave her a peace sign.

Su Qing nodded in response, panting heavily, but his hands were still mechanically loading ammunition as usual.

He glanced at Wang Yao's face, his inner emotions complex, but his tone remained unchanged.

"I'll buy you a bottle of healing potion later; you look terrible like this."

Wang Yao grunted a few times, as if to say that he was taking the beating for you.

Chen Pingzhou got up from the ground, clutching his ribs, and limped over.

He saw Zhou An's corpse, the charred remains and debris scattered on the ground, and Wang Yao's face, which had been beaten into a work of art. His eyes welled up with tears, his lips trembled, and he spoke with a choked voice.

"It's done?"

"It's done."

"That's great, that's great..." Chen Pingzhou's tears welled up in his eyes, his throat tightened, and it took him several seconds to suppress his excitement.

But after the initial excitement, he became hesitant. "Um... Captain Su, about what you said before, about boarding the ship..."

Su Qing looked down at him, her musket fully loaded.

Chen Pingzhou felt a shiver run down his spine under that look, but he forced himself to keep his mouth shut and asked, "Does it...does it count?"

"It counts," Su Qing said.

Chen Pingzhou was stunned for a moment, then his eyes reddened again, his nose tingled, and he took a step forward, opening his arms wide, clearly wanting to give an excited hug.

Su Qing didn't move, neither rejecting the hug nor taking the initiative to hug back.

He simply pressed the already loaded musket against Chen Pingzhou's abdomen, who was about to embrace him.

Chen Pingzhou froze in place, glanced down at the muzzle of the gun, and then looked up at Su Qing's face.

Su Qing smiled slightly and pulled the trigger.