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The gunshots were particularly piercing on the open sea.

Before the black smoke had even cleared, Ethan saw the splattered blood.

Just as Ethan's finger was about to pull the trigger, Morrison grabbed Udj, who was still dodging the powder, and pulled him in front of him!

"you……"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Udj's astonished expression was still frozen on his face as he was used as a human shield by Morrison.

He lost consciousness immediately upon being hit.

Morrison pushed off heavily with his right foot from the gunwale and plunged backward into the icy seawater.

Ah, bad luck.

Ethan blew on the muzzle of his gun regretfully; he'd lost out.

His life is very valuable.

"Splash!"

The small boat beneath Ethan's feet suddenly lurched, and a cracking sound came from its hull.

Morrison launched the attack from underwater!

"Bang!"

Several more heavy blows followed, and a plank at the bottom of the boat was kicked open, causing icy seawater to rush in.

"No!" Sita tried to plug the hole with his hands, but it was in vain.

"Listen to him, there is hope if you live—" Ethan quickly advised the girl, then stumbled and fell into the sea.

The waves lapped at his face, and he could feel his boat sinking with him.

Just then, a dark figure burst out of the water.

Morrison grabbed Sita's long hair, roughly pulled her from the capsizing boat, and threw her onto his speedboat like a sack.

"Keep an eye on her!" he commanded Elijah.

Then his gaze fell on Udej, who was still barely clinging to life.

Udj didn't even have the strength to cover his throat, and looked at his ally with pleading eyes.

"Heh...heh heh..."

Morrison coldly kicked him in the chest.

"Thump!"

The crimson bloodstains quickly spread in the seawater, soon attracting several mutated sea fish that had caught the scent of blood.

Elijah looked at Morrison with a thoughtful expression and a hint of apprehension.

Blue Star.

"asshole!!!"

The commander slammed his fist on the table, and the live broadcast on the screen turned gray, revealing another unfamiliar new face looking around blankly.

The commander's face was ashen. He stared at Morrison on the screen, wishing he could strangle him through the screen.

……

Ethan and the box of plants he had carefully cultivated fell into the sea.

He can swim, but the mutated fish attracted by fresh blood might not give him that chance.

Speaking of which...

The sharks I encountered in Madagascar two years ago weren't this big...

"Save him!"

A hoarse shout pulled him back to reality.

It was Sita's voice.

He struggled to open his eyes and, through the blurry light of the water, saw the girl on the speedboat being held down tightly by Elijah.

She shouted at Morrison:

"Save him! His sequence is very useful!"

"If you save him, I'll do whatever you say! I'll build things for you, I'll do chores for you, I swear!"

Morrison's gaze swept over the girl's stubborn face, then fell on the flintlock pistol he had picked up.

"Elijah, if she dares to move, cut her tendons."

He left those words behind and then plunged back into the sea.

Just as Ethan was staring at the mutated sea fish, thinking that his end was about to come, a tremendous force pulled him out of the water.

"Cough cough...cough!"

Fresh air rushed into his lungs, and Ethan slammed heavily onto the hard deck.

He lay there, spitting out mouthfuls of bitter seawater, his whole body trembling, unable to tell whether it was from the cold or fear.

The wet military boots stopped in front of him.

Morrison looked down at him.

"sequence."

The other person had a knife to his neck, but he had no chips in his hand.

He glanced at Situ, who was being held down by Elijah; the girl's eyes were filled with anxiety.

Ethan sat up against the gunwale and wiped the seawater off his face.

He knew he only had this one chance.

but......

Do we have to create a powerful sequence from scratch?

No, that won't do. If it's a combat formation, it would be easy to expose ourselves, and we'd immediately be feared.

"【Connoisseur】".

He began, "My sequence is [Connoisseur]."

Morrison raised an eyebrow slightly; the name sounded...

very weak.

Ethan noticed his disdain and continued:

"I can discern the 'value' of an object. Its history, its materials, its defects, and... how to repair it."

To make his point more convincing, he pointed to the wet flintlock pistol in Morrison's hand.

"Like this gun. I can 'see' it used by a captain in the 18th century, damaged in a storm, and sunk to the bottom of the sea. Its firing spring is worn out, the flint needs to be sharpened, and the priming tub is slightly clogged."

Morrison examined the flintlock pistol in his hand.

He also had some knowledge of weapons, and although he had never used such an old-fashioned weapon, he could tell that Ethan's points were largely correct.

He lowered his head and looked Ethan over again.

"So, you can fix it?"

"Given the right materials and tools, I can do it."

Ethan straightened his back; this was his area of ​​expertise, and his confidence. "I can not only repair it, but I can repair many things. Weapons, tools, even... certain special relics."

Morrison remained silent.

He needs soldiers, but he also needs support personnel who can provide logistical support.

Now that the command has given the green light to incorporate useful units,

So one can modify ships, and the other can repair items.

"very good."

Morrison finally spoke, his tone softening slightly.

When they're no longer useful, it's not too late to throw them back into the sea to feed the fish.

He tossed the flintlock pistol to Ethan.

"Fix it."

Then he turned to Sita, his eyes turning cold again.

"You, modify my ship. You can use the fragments of this ship, and that one too."

He pointed to the empty assault boat, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Siddhartha glanced at Ethan's dilapidated wooden boat, then at the metal-plated assault boat beside him, before staring directly at him with her clear black and white eyes.

"It can't be made."

The air seemed to freeze.

"What did you say?"

Elijah went too far.

Situ winced in pain but ignored him, her gaze remaining fixed on Morrison's face.

"My sequence is only Lv1 right now. I can sew a fishing net and patch a hole. You want me to take the keel off that wooden boat and weld it to this assault boat? The materials are different, the structure is different, I can't do it."

Morrison's eyes turned cold. "I didn't give you a choice. This is an order."

"She can't do it; that's an objective fact, not a subjective one."

Ethan stopped him and said very sincerely, "Her level is too low. She will only waste materials and time and reduce your efficiency."

The word "efficiency" seemed to resonate with Morrison.

Sita keenly noticed the subtle change in his eyes and continued speaking.

"Sir, you have two choices."

She used honorifics, but her tone made it impossible to tell whether it was respect or provocation.

"Upgrade me. Raise my sequence level. I need evolution points, blueprints, and the right materials. Then I can build you the ship you want, even better than you imagine."

She paused for a moment, then calmly said:

"Or kill me."

"A level 1 blacksmith is probably as useless as a dead man to your grand plans."

"You!" Elijah roared in fury, his knife about to strike.

"etc!"

Morrison raised his hand to stop him.

Ethan quickly seized the opportunity and, in his most skillful manner, began to persuade:

"Colonel, this is an investment! Her value lies in the potential of her sequence!"

After a long while, the sea breeze blew by.

"How much more is needed?"