dusk.
The orange-red sunlight shines on the dark green warship, as if it is stained with blood.
"Things are finally starting to get interesting."
Bucky muttered a few words and grinned naturally.
The islanders' houses are located on the edge of the port and on a hill next to the coast.
The slightly higher ground allowed him to see the firelight rising from the warship.
He blinked again, "But if it's just to this extent, I still can't turn them into what I want to see..."
The seeds of chaos have been planted, but Bucky has no patience to wait for them to sprout.
It may be difficult to tear apart the navy in front of you just by relying on one newspaper's remarks.
It's not that the navy has no possibility of a camp roar incident, but compared to the centralized army, the navy's personnel are more dispersed. They must feel the panic and nervousness at the same time, and let them be led by this emotion. The likelihood is lower.
In other words, the difficulty is higher.
"But this way I have something to do, hehehe..."
Bucky snickered a few times and ate a few more pancakes, guessing that the time was almost up.
Just walked towards the port.
He now has a very exciting idea.
Since the navy alone cannot reverse this inertia, let it add its own firewood.
"Let's work together to add some color to this boring world."
He licked the corners of his split lips and smiled.
This time, the corner of his mouth already had that extra rotten feeling that he could feel when he was in Arkham.
In addition to his growing ability to split between the emotional and cognitive worlds, Bucky's ability to split into himself is also growing.
Demons share their power with their own kind without hesitation.
Just as he expected.
At this time, on the warship, the captain with a sad face had been subdued by many colleagues.
It's not that they don't believe what's in the newspaper, it's just that they don't have an excellent sailor son like a captain.
So the feeling is not as profound as that of the captain.
For such "rebellious" things, the first reaction is to subdue them first.
Grant did the same.
With red eyes, he held the old captain upside down and locked his arms on his shoulders.
"Captain Ryder! Don't forget, the president behind the news agency is the clown's accomplice."
"This is most likely just what the clown did to face our encirclement."
"The purpose is just to make us fight among ourselves!"
"Don't forget what the Lieutenant General just reminded you. He is a clown who can confuse people!"
"Understand!"
Although Grant was a little suspicious in his heart, as a naval lieutenant commander who had been fighting pirates in the New World all year round, he had to better understand the cunning of pirates. They would do anything to survive or benefit.
At least don't let such news affect your current actions.
He put his suspicions aside for now.
The old captain's face was pressed against the deck, tears falling silently.
The body didn't resist much.
There was a half-crying, half-smiling look on his face.
"Grant, you are excellent..."
"He can stand firm in a place like the New World, and he has good swordsmanship, just like the boy in my family back then."
"So, you know, your name is on the latest Donghai special training list."
Although the old captain who has been ups and downs in the navy for decades does not have the combat power of Grant and others.
But he has his own way of surviving.
For example, news.
So when he saw the newspaper, he believed it without any hesitation.
He has too much corroborating information.
Why is it that one-third of the people on the special training roster in each period cannot come back?
Those who have returned and those who have not returned, are the places they go to the same place? Why do they always remain silent?
Why go to the East China Sea, West China Sea or Beihai Sea for special training instead of a new world with more enemies?
Why does this kind of special training always happen once every three years?
It's just that he didn't have that much imagination before, or he didn't have that much imagination to connect all this with the game of Tianlong.
Grant's pupils suddenly shrank, and the strength in his hands could not help but relax.
The information from the Celestial Dragon published in the newspaper circulated in his mind over and over again.
You... also want to participate in such a game?
As an object of hunting?
At this time, there was another boom.
On a warship not far away, fire suddenly burst out.
Have they seen the news too?
Grant's face became uncertain, and he began to feel confused inside.
The tongues of fire spitting out from the dark green warship were the last struggle at dusk.
Night suddenly fell.
The island was lit up with desperate lights one after another.
The pirate ship in the port has entered the attack range of the warship.
But these pirate ships seemed to have found their direction and came towards the burning warship together.
boom--
The smell of gunpowder smoke wafted around Grant.
He saw Lord Dauberman, whose face was covered with sword scars, holding a gun with thin smoke floating from the muzzle.
His hands were covered in blood.
"Don't waste time with these nonsense, prepare for battle immediately!" Lieutenant General said coldly.
His eyes seemed to be just watching a boring farce.
They don't care!
The idea came naturally to Grant's mind.
Under night.
The brief riot was suppressed by force.
Several pirate ships that tried to break through became the first ones and were constantly bombarded by the navy.
In naval battles, the navy has an absolute advantage over pirates.
As long as you are not facing someone with the aura of the protagonist, ten shells can still hit one or two.
But enough is enough.
Under the siege of many warships, several pirate ships that tried to break out were smashed.
The tall mast fell down, and their counterattack could not even touch the shadow of the warship.
Since there are advantages, make full use of them.
Dauberman and the others have not yet had the head to engage in a boarding battle with the pirates.
"It's a pity that the two supernovas were not fooled."
Dauberman said regretfully, these ships were just little-known pirates.
If we could directly drive those two supernovae into the sea, we could save a lot of things.
And that newspaper...
There was a vague feeling of uneasiness in his heart, especially when he reported to the senior management, there was unexpected silence.
"Your Majesty Lieutenant General, Bucky the Clown has appeared, right at the port!"
A lookout shouted loudly.
At this time, the warship was very close to the port, and rows of three-barreled turrets that were still hot were ready to cleanse the island.
Grant met the clown on a lookout on a ship with a tawny-bearded skull and crossbones flag.
The other person held up his blue hair with one hand, and had a skull and bones pattern painted on his forehead. His small ball-like red nose was particularly funny, and the corners of his mouth painted with red paint formed a playful smile.
As if noticing the navy's gaze, the clown raised his head, his eyes full of expectation.
