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"My teammate has a bit of OCD, please forgive him, Vice Captain."

While apologizing politely, Ren Yi reached out and touched the sapphire on his chest.

Rough-textured aquamarine

Gee...

Rubbish.

Despite his initial disdain, he swiftly swished a few times—

The openwork gold ring on the tail, the large gemstone ring on the hand, the deep-sea crystal necklace hidden in the breastplate... all were skillfully and cleanly removed.

In the blink of an eye,

Sam went from being a jewelry stand to a wooden stake.

[Bob's Baby] The physical blackout effect is really good. Just pat Sam's face, and he probably won't wake up even if you drill his teeth right now.

He pulled Sam a little further out so that he could be seen from the front door.

Then, with subtle, puppet-like movements, he made the guy hold his hands to his chest and press his head down. He even thoughtfully took out a fascia from the system's inventory and tied the guy and the seaweed's thick stem together to prevent him from falling or drifting away.

After taking two steps back and examining it carefully...

Not bad.

Under the cover of shadow, it looks exactly like a statue of a guard deep in thought.

"Perfect."

Nod in satisfaction.

He brought Klaus back to Pix's side.

The guards in front of the palace gate were still standing straight. When they saw that only they had returned, they were taken aback.

"Where's Lieutenant Sam?"

He stopped and pointed to the purple shadow:

"The vice-captain... is carefully verifying the documents we submitted for entering the palace."

The guards craned their necks and took a closer look.

Beneath the swaying seaweed, Vice Captain Sam was indeed facing away from them, holding something in his hands and looking down at it carefully.

They understood.

That pose...it's so practiced!

After extorting money, he would hide in a corner counting pearls, savoring the stolen goods. This was the deep and focused silhouette he had!

"Oh, since Lord Sam has agreed, let's go in."

The guards dared not ask any more questions and quickly stepped aside to let them pass.

......

Blue Star.

The studio at the front desk of the US command center.

"This is a concrete manifestation of strength!"

Jeff smiled perfectly at the camera, showing off all twelve teeth:

"Our team, led by Mr. Tari, has reached the edge of this Sea of ​​Mist!"

The person sitting on the right side of the camera is no longer Michael.

Instead, it was a completely new face.

He tapped the Undertaker on the screen with his laser pointer:

"From a tactical perspective, this is a game-changing blow. The Undertaker, combined with Joseph's firepower and the Inkwell's individual combat capabilities... could sweep through them with their eyes closed."

But the passionate enthusiasm in the studio felt more like self-indulgence.

The live stream chat on the American channel had very few comments, with only a few sarcastic remarks interspersed from time to time.

[This outdated theory of firepower dominance is back again...]

[That's an exaggeration! It's just defeating a few monsters that the Chinese players have already defeated!]

Guys, I'm leaving the country tomorrow to lay low for a bit, so here's a piece of advice for you—

[Hey, upstairs, what advice are you giving? You haven't finished speaking yet!]

[...Could they have been arrested?]

on the screen.

The beautiful Undertaker is cutting through the fog.

A round, mutated fish covered in heavy armor was "flying" close to the surface of the sea, its short wings extending and creating large white splashes as it drew closer and closer to the ship.

Joseph sat shirtless behind the gun emplacement, legs crossed, half a cigar dangling from his mouth, manually adjusting the firing angle of the cannon barrel.

"Take this, you old bastard, you're going to get hit by my armor-piercing discarding sabot round."

I pressed down hard on the pedal.

Smoking shell casings fell onto the deck. Under the barrage of heavy fire, the fish's mouth and eyes were torn open, and it crashed heavily onto the ship, bending the port railing.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

Hart Tarry stepped out of the cabin, avoiding touching the fish carcasses amidst the filth.

"break down."

A flash of green light, and the fish corpse, along with its armor, vanished as specks of light.

Joseph exhaled a puff of smoke.

After wiping his hands with a rag, he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

"The reinforcement solution you requested requires a significant amount of Luna titanium alloy."

Tali took the blueprints.

At the same time, he opened the game panel in his mind, quickly compared the various indicators, and then directly disassembled the blueprint.

"Looks like it's not enough..."

"Let's continue, my friend."

No sooner had Tali finished speaking than a figure suddenly plummeted headfirst from the red sail.

At a distance of less than one meter from the deck,

His body flipped over against the laws of physics, he knelt on one knee, and landed on the deck with one hand supporting him.

Standard three-point landing.

"Hi!"

These cherry blossom ninjas are really tough on the knees when they appear.

Joseph rolled his eyes and stubbed out his cigar on the gun mount.

......

The heavy door closed behind me.

The giant white marble-like clam shells were polished into steps, extending upwards in a staggered manner, with whole blood-red corals standing on both sides.

Klaus raised his chin and gestured towards the door.

"Won't Sam get spotted by the patrol?"

"Not in the short term."

After randomly determining the direction, he took Pike's hand, picked up Rose, and swam upwards.

If it's discovered later, who can prove that they did it?

There are so many fugitives coming and going outside now...maybe it's just some passing criminal!

"Let's go to the West Third Institute."

Pique, familiar with the route, guided them well around the main hall filled with golden guards.

The Gold Guard's equipment is at least three levels higher than the Silver Guard's. The tip of the trident has a deep blue hue, clearly made of high-quality steel, without any inferior paint used as a coating.

After avoiding several patrols,

They entered a secluded corridor.

The water here flows gently and calmly, and rows of hemispherical, shimmering shell houses are scattered about, with the gurgling sound of the spinning looms being the only background noise.

This is the weaving department.

Perhaps because it has little strategic value, the eldest princess's fire hasn't reached here yet.

Sophia is in charge of the weaving department and usually stays alone in the smallest clamshell room.

These shell houses have no doors.

He smoothed out the wrinkles on Rose's pajamas, then lifted the curtain. A mermaid woman in her thirties was standing with her back to the door, rapidly drawing something on a board.

She was voluptuous and wore a smart blue-gray silk dress.

Like Pique and his mother, she had dark brown hair, styled in a high bun, revealing a pair of slender, bloodshot ears—

This is also a characteristic of siren.

"aunt......"

The pointed ears twitched.

Sofia turned around and saw the boy floating at the doorway; the weariness between her brows disappeared.

"Pique? What are you doing here?"

She put down her work with delight and was about to swim over when she suddenly caught sight of Rose and Dean being held in the arms of two strange male merfolk.

The smile froze on his face.

Her keen intuition gave her a very bad feeling—

"Pique,"

Her voice trembled slightly, and her ears were pressed tightly against the sides of her head:

"...Where are your... parents?"

Pique's throat tightened with emotion.

Before he could catch his breath and answer, a turbulent current rolled in from the other end of the corridor, lifting the curtain. The metallic clang of armor scraping against each other made the decorations on the shell-shaped walls jingle and vibrate.

"Seal off the area! Check every entrance and exit, even if it's just a crab!"