Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

"Mist: Health can be quickly restored while in the mist."

"Fighter jet: During combat, it can activate thrusters, increasing its straight-line speed by 500%."

"Allahu Akbar: When health drops below 10%, an internal bomb will be triggered, dealing damage equal to three times the user's maximum health."

"P.S.: You can repair it using a fighter jet of the same model!"

'Three skills? That's that strong? Also, is Allahu Akbar's skill a self-destruct ability?'

The Japanese also liked this tactic.

Tsk, the enemy may lose their lives, but he loses a precious fighter jet!

Unfortunately, there were no heavy tanks on the aircraft carrier. He really wanted to know what skills the puppet formed from a heavy tank would have.

Yang Bo walked straight toward another fighter jet. He had noticed two people hiding on the deck as soon as he boarded it.

A man and a woman huddled behind a small cart, trembling with fear. The cart contained oil drums and several plastic hoses.

"Good morning, are you guys stealing... picking up some oil?"

How can something happening in the back room be considered stealing?

Yang Bo always picked things up openly and honestly.

If no one stops me, I can pick it up. If someone stops me... no, why should they stop me from picking up things? Just because my name isn't on the item?

I'll engrave it in a bit!

Upon hearing his voice, the man and woman's fear reached its peak. The woman stood up and ran away, while the man picked up a worn-out long gun and suddenly stood up from his hiding place.

"Spiritual Pressure"

In an instant, a powerful force swept across the deck.

The fleeing woman stood motionless like a log, while the man with the gun stared at Yang Bo with eyes full of fear.

'Fire! Fire!'

Unfortunately, he completely lost control of his body and couldn't even pull the trigger. He could only watch as the person leading the 'Transformers' walked over.

Yang Bo reached out and took the gun from the other person's hand, then casually placed it on the oil drum on the trolley.

"I'm not a bad person, so you don't need to be nervous."

When he first transmigrated, if someone had led a giant hunting dog towards him, he would have run faster than that woman, and if he had a weapon, he would have shot more accurately than the man in front of him.

Put away your "spiritual pressure".

In an instant, the suffocating feeling that plagued ordinary people vanished without a trace.

"I'm just here to pick up some unwanted fighter jets. It won't affect you. Are you just picking up some oil?"

The spiritual pressure disappeared, and the man sat down heavily on the deck. He felt weak all over, just like when he took off more than ten times a day. His legs were trembling and he couldn't stand up at all.

"I…"

"Drink some almond water to calm down first."

Yang Bo walked to the fighter jet and reached out to touch the two giant 'missiles' hanging under the wings.

No entries popped up!

"Huh? This missile is just a solid decoration?"

A bucket of cold water was poured on Yang Bo's heart.

He initially thought that even if the power was weakened by 99% in the back room, he could at least scare people, but now you're telling me it's solid?

"That... is the fighter jet's auxiliary fuel tank; the one with the tail fin is the missile."

Upon hearing this, Yang Bo quickly withdrew his hand and turned to look at the man who was struggling to stand up while holding onto the cart.

"I'm sorry, I've never seen the actual product before."

According to the tail fin law, Yang Bo found two smaller missiles next to the auxiliary fuel tank.

"AGM-84 Harpoon anti-ship missile (rear chamber version)"

"Length: 3.8 m, Diameter: 34.3 cm, Wingspan: 83–91 cm, Total weight: Approximately 515 kg."

"WDU-18/B Semi-armor-piercing high-explosive warhead, containing 97.5 kg of high explosive."

"Due to backroom rules, it cannot be used or detonated in the backroom!"

"P.S.: It would be even better if it were a bit more detailed and focused! You could totally use it as a stick!"

Chapter 179 The Golden Desert Eagle Can Retire

'Only a lunatic would use an anti-ship missile in the back room…'

If you show anti-ship missiles to real ships, they won't be moved at all; in fact, they might even become more excited by the provocation.

This kind of weapon is always most powerful when it hasn't exploded.

He took out a pickaxe and hammered it at all the missiles with tail fins under the wings.

Thump thump...bang!

I've acquired an AGM-84 harpoon.

Thump thump...bang!

I've acquired an AGM-65 Maverick.

Thump thump...bang!

The M61A1 20mm six-barreled machine gun has arrived.

The man swallowed instinctively as he watched Yang Bo effortlessly inspect the six-barreled machine gun with one hand.

"You... need a weapon?"

"Save this."

"The number of missiles on the fighter jets is very small; most of them are in the supply compartments at the bottom of the aircraft carrier."

After being reminded by the man, Yang Bo realized that although he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run.

Aircraft carriers are combat and supply platforms; the best stuff is stored in warehouses. Put away the six-barreled machine gun you have.

"Thank you, please continue with your work."

Yang Bo walked straight toward the armed helicopter not far away and placed his hand on it.

'Convert me!'

Accompanied by a cool, clattering sound, another enormous creature appeared on the aircraft carrier deck.

In the main world, Yang Bo led more than ten 'Transformers' out of the mist.

Anna, who was working in the field, heard the noise and looked up. She was immediately stunned by the scene before her. Carrying her blue Artisan's Scythe, she carefully walked to Yang Bo's side and looked up at those enormous creatures, each six or seven meters tall:

"Boss, these are..."

"It's just a mutated puppet, only a bit bigger."

Bigger?!

Anna glanced at the iron golems wandering in the distance, the mini farming golems that had helped her plant the crops, and then at the golems following behind Yang Bo.

'Do you seem to have some misunderstanding about what "bigger" means?'

"Boss, is something on your mind?"

Looking at Yang Bo's furrowed brows, Anna couldn't help but feel curious. In all the time she had known Yang Bo, she had never seen him show such an expression.

"really…"

Tell me, and see if there's anything I can do to help?

Yang Bo glanced at Anna and then smiled, "Actually, it's nothing."

Anna took the M61A1 20mm six-barreled cannon out of her backpack. Upon seeing the massive weapon, which was entirely black and reflected a metallic sheen, she couldn't help but take a step back.

"This thing is electrically powered. I'm figuring out how to connect it to an external power source. Redstone torches work, but they're too cumbersome. I'm wondering if I can connect a battery to make them all one unit."

"Where... did this come from?"

"Taken off a fighter jet."

He put the machine gun back into his backpack and headed towards the warehouse area.

He got batteries from opening supply crates before, but he didn't know if they would work. If they weren't compatible... then he'd try Tinker's Construct.

After rummaging through drawers and cabinets, I found several batteries of different sizes in a small crate in the corner.

"Small lead-acid battery"

"P.S.: A single bulb can power a light bulb..."

Medium-sized lithium batteries

"P.S.: Once fully charged, you can use it as an explosive."

'Datafication!'

As the thought arose, the originally dirty battery instantly became brand new, and when I looked at the attributes again, the contents had changed.

"Battery"

"Enhance Attributes: "

1. It can cause electric shock damage when attacking.

2. Charging: It can charge electrically powered weapons, tools, and props.

"P.S.: Never use this to enhance electronic toys, otherwise the toys will never stop playing..."

'So it's become a Tinker's Construct material? That makes sense.'

As for whether it's scientific or not, Minecraft doesn't care about that anyway.

"Anna, this gun is for you."

He handed the long-unused Golden Desert Eagle from his backpack to Anna, who was following beside him.