Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

He took the pickaxe out of his backpack.

I glanced at the solid ceiling.

"Let's go up to the deck and take a look first."

A hard tap on the ceiling revealed a dark crack.

"It's pretty hard!"

As the speed of swinging the pickaxe increased, the crack spread extremely quickly.

boom--

The ceiling of the recreation room quickly disappeared in the face of the chain mining.

Marine-grade low-carbon high-strength armor steel plate x64

"Fuck!!"

Holy crap!

The disappearance of the ceiling triggered a chain reaction, with various heavy objects falling from the upper rooms, accompanied by a few incredulous curses.

Yang Bo, holding a pickaxe, looked up at the few homeless people standing on the edge of the upper deck of the ship, peering down.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

"Ahem, hello everyone, I just came from level 25 and I'm new here. Could you tell me which way is the best to get to the deck?"

"Did you do this?"

Yang Bo leaped from the recreation room to the upper cabin: "If there's no one else here, then it must have been me. Is something wrong?"

"No...it's nothing."

The three-person team turned pale and staggered backward, but even so, they forced out smiles.

"Well, if you want to go up to the deck, just look for the metal stairs or elevator. I just remembered, we have some things to take care of here, so please continue..."

Damn it, the two-story cabins are at least five or six meters high. We didn't even see them clearly before they jumped on, and it looked like they did it with ease.

If it were a person, he would eat it.

He gripped the pistol at his waist, but didn't have the courage to draw it.

"Wait a minute, are you just a regular group of homeless people, or are you part of an organized group?"

The elderly white man at the head of the group forced out an ugly smile: "We are just ordinary homeless people."

The smell of lies!

Because of his "Observation Haki," his observation and intuition have improved significantly.

I glanced at them and noticed that the three people in front of me were wearing the same camouflage uniforms and tactical riding boots.

"Are you raiders?"

The white-haired man's pupils twitched slightly, and he chuckled twice.

"What raiders?"

"It seems you are a team sent by the raiders to scavenge for supplies. Don't worry, my name is Yang Bo. I am the level master of Level 52 School and also a businessman. I just reached an agreement with MEG before coming here. Rest assured, I have no ill intentions towards friendly human groups."

The Raiders are considered a Level 103 official friendly outpost, it's just that the name is a bit of a pain.

However, their purpose is to help the homeless, share resources, and provide safe settlements.

They share similarities with the MEG concept, but they are not hierarchical; rather, they are two completely independent organizations.

The three people whose boxes were opened did not respond, but a few beads of cold sweat had already appeared on their foreheads.

'It really is a special entity? But someone with this ability can't possibly be a wanderer, and he can read minds?!'

Yang Bo glanced at the way the three of them were looking at him and smiled, "Don't worry, I used to be a wanderer too, but I had some lucky encounters. Besides, I can't read minds, I just had a strong impression of the information I just read."

'And you still say you can't read minds?!'

Yang Bo, carrying his pickaxe, found a suitable spot, then suddenly turned to the three of them and said:

"Stop thinking about it, I really can't read minds."

Upon hearing this, the three of them immediately cleared their minds... and stopped thinking about anything.

thump -- thump -- thump --

boom!

The ceiling disappeared again, revealing the indestructible black cube.

"It seems this isn't directly below the deck!"

Chapter 178 AGM-84 Harpoon

"The supplies here are indeed quite plentiful."

Level 103 is the aircraft carrier level, and the deck area adopts the external dimensions of the USS Enterprise (CVN-65), which is also the world's first nuclear-powered aircraft carrier.

The cabin area below is a non-Euclidean space with an infinitely looping internal corridor.

No matter which direction you walk, you will unknowingly return to the starting point.

Yang Bo walked through the cabin carrying a pickaxe, occasionally opening some cabin doors to scavenge anything useful inside.

Almond water, a hard currency, is readily available throughout this level of room.

boom--

The roar of airplanes taking off filled the air overhead, and even the ship's cabins vibrated.

Yang Bo looked up at the cabin ceiling and shook his head slightly.

The fighter jets on the level 103 aircraft carrier are actually non-existent and cannot fly.

The sounds of fighter jets taking off, commands, and conversations are all sounds emitted by the hierarchy itself.

zizi——

The overhead light suddenly flickered twice, and an arm suddenly emerged from the narrow vent.

Snapped!

The two hands are clasped together.

"Even at this level, your limb gang's hunting methods are still unchanged~"

With a forceful tug, a sharp, painful scream rang out from the narrow ventilation duct.

boom…

The toughest arm in the limb mass was forcibly torn off, and Yang Bo quickly threw the noodle-like arm aside.

"Huh? When did limbs start imitating geckos?"

He raised the pickaxe in his hand and slammed it against the wall in front of him.

Thump—thump—bang!

With a thud, a small limb fell from the vent and crawled toward Yang Bo on all fours as soon as it landed.

Twisted crawling—

This time, the ceiling that disappeared above wasn't filled with black cubes, but rather with a clear blue sky and a teetering fighter jet.

A creaking sound came from the fighter jet scraping against the deck, and then the nose of the fighter jet plunged down.

puff.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere; the lucky limbs were crushed into a bloody pulp by the fighter jet.

Looking at the colorful experience orb and the 'large' fighter jet standing straight on the ground...

"Good heavens, is this considered a surgical attack?"

Yang Bo stepped forward and touched the fighter jet in front of him, but unfortunately he didn't recognize the model at all; it was just a privately owned fighter jet.

It looks somewhat like a combination of the American F-14 Tomcat and the F/A-18 Hornet.

With a light leap, I jumped from the cabin onto the deck, and a gentle sea breeze carrying the salty, damp smell greeted me.

There were fighter jets and helicopters parked on the deck, but unfortunately, none of them could start or take off or land.

The entire aircraft carrier is actually more like an enlarged model.

"I never imagined I'd actually get to stroll around on an aircraft carrier."

He walked up to a fighter jet and reached out to touch the fuselage, which was slightly warm from the sun.

"Fighter jets... well, puppet transformation!"

"You can currently only convert puppets with 5 times the HP. Do you want to lower the standard and force the conversion?"

Clearly, this fighter jet's maximum health is far more than 5 times its normal value.

"Drink today, for tomorrow we may die!"

What's the point of keeping them here if they might never come back?

Besides, mutated puppets can also grow; at worst, we can slowly cultivate them ourselves.

He had previously discovered in the main world that farming golems could strengthen themselves by absorbing soil on their own. Although their health increased slowly, they were indeed growing.

"Transform me!"

As the thought arose, the fighter jets on the deck began to transform.

Cool Kaka—Cool Kaka—

Yang Bo: "..."

The strange, distorted sound wasn't coming from a fighter jet, but from the "retro record player" on Yang Bo's body.

A moment later, a colossal creature, 7 meters tall, appeared on the deck.

"Mutant Fighter Puppet"

"Health Points 785/785"