"Stop the ship for routine inspection!" The hydrofoil boat at the front that broke through the waves stopped less than thirty meters away from the Monyach, and a carefree man's voice came out from the loudspeaker.
Li Longyuan, who was standing on the side of the ship with his sword pressed, immediately recognized this guy's voice and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. There was a good show to watch.
Mance glanced at the young man next to him in confusion. Didn't Orthodoxy reach an agreement with Kassel Academy? Why would they block the Monyach on its return journey?
Soon, two rows of men in black uniforms with swords and bows were lined up on the hydrofoil boat headed by them. Each of them had cold and serious faces.
Although they are all cold weapons used in ancient wars, the people at Cassel College still feel a great threat from them, and even smell the danger of death.
Because they are mixed race! Wearing a pair of square-rimmed glasses, a white shirt and black trousers, a gentle young man walked out side by side with a young man with hair tied into a ponytail and wearing a leather jacket.
Si Yao of the Si family, Zhou Chen of the Zhou family
"I wonder what you want to check?" Before Mance could speak first, Caesar took over the topic. Whether he is the heir to the Gattuso family or an elite A-level student of the academy, he is qualified to speak.
"Are you Caesar? I heard that you have the powerful Golden Desert Eagle, take it out and have a look!" Zhou Chen looked at the blond young man in a long black trench coat, seemed to have thought of something, and immediately spoke with interest, preparing to ask The first few steps.
Si Yao next to him stretched out his hand in time to stop him. This guy never paid attention to the occasion when he spoke, and now he was even more suspected of provoking others.
Sure enough, Caesar's brows frowned slightly. These words made him extremely uncomfortable and seemed a bit familiar.
"I wonder who is the captain?" Si Yao reached out and pushed the frame of the mirror, his words were gentle and powerful.
"I am the captain of the Monyach, Mans Lundschneider." The middle-aged German professor is now wearing a sailor's uniform, and he has the temperament of a naval admiral.
"I don't know why the orthodoxy stopped us, so what's the use of it?" Mance asked in a neither humble nor arrogant tone. The long war with dragons has made him develop such a calm temperament.
"You cannot take away any cultural relics unearthed from the Yangtze River." Facing such an imposing middle-aged man, Si Yao was still smiling, his slightly narrowed eyes filled with sincerity.
The whole smiley face.
"This was not included in our original agreement with Orthodoxy." Mance's eyes instantly became dangerous. They spent so much money, time, and manpower exploring the Bronze City, but in the end they only got this brass jar and dragon inscriptions. material.
Now they still want to obstruct it?
"Added temporarily." Si Yao smiled and showed his teeth, and said the most domineering words in the calmest tone.
"So, you are here to cause trouble." Caesar held Dictado in his hand and slowly pulled it out of its sheath. A pure golden mandala pattern spread on the dark blade surface, and the flower of hell, symbolizing death, bloomed coquettishly.
"Click!" A clear machine sound sounded. Two rows of twelve crossbows were cocked neatly and pointed at Caesar. The silver-white metal arrows flashed with a dangerous cold luster.
It turned out to be an alchemical weapon used to deal with dragons.
"What are you doing? You are a guest, so put it down." Si Yao waved his hand lightly, and the bad guy behind him lowered his crossbow at the same time, but his hand still held the hilt of the sword, his eyes burning.
Still in a tense situation.
"It has nothing to do with the orthodoxy and the secret party. We are just two brothers who want to test the strength of Kassel's elite." Si Yao finally said what they really thought about this trip.
In their opinion, why does a person like Young Master need to go to Kassel College for further studies? They don't think how powerful these guys can really be.
Mance's originally downcast look suddenly became exciting. This turned out to be a private action by a young man in the orthodoxy.
That's right. Young people are arrogant. I don't know where they heard the reputation of Caesar and others, so naturally they won't be convinced.
"How do you want to compare? Draw a line." Caesar took out the gold-plated Desert Eagle from behind his waist and loaded the large-caliber Frigga bullets into the magazine one by one.
"We are all gun enthusiasts. Just comparing marksmanship will not hurt our friendship." Si Yao also took out two silver-white P220 pistols from his trousers pocket and loaded them with metal tranquilizer bullets in front of Caesar.
He used two guns, and his technique was very fast. His fingers moved like butterflies through flowers, and he loaded the bullets of both guns in an instant.
This move alone was enough to make Caesar put away all contempt in his heart. This is indeed a capable guy.
"What, are you following the dueling rules of the Western Cowboys?" Caesar held the Desert Eagle in one hand with a confident and calm smile on his face.
In the United States, in the early Western cowboy duel rules, two people competed to see who could draw a gun faster, shoot faster, and react faster.
If neither of them hits the other, fire is repeated until one is injured or dead. However, the number of shots cannot exceed three times, otherwise it will be considered as excessive.
"brutal". However, in such a stalemate situation, the person who draws the gun first is often regarded as the timid party, and only the person who draws the gun later and kills the opponent is regarded as an honor.
This kind of duel also tests the psychological endurance of both parties. It is easy to create a sense of tension during the confrontation. Only those with strong hearts can wait until their opponents draw their guns first, and then those with quick reactions can shoot before their opponents shoot. Kill each other.
For Caesar, having the Kotōrei and Kamaitachi would undoubtedly have an advantage in this kind of duel. Because he can judge the opponent's nervousness and the time it takes to draw a gun by listening to the opponent's heartbeat.
Unfortunately, Si Yao shook his head and rejected his proposal.
"This kind of competition is meaningless to me."
"My speaking spirit is a moment." The reason given by Si Yao left Caesar speechless and unable to refute.
If Kotaku Kamamaitachi can only bring him a small advantage in this kind of western duel, then Setsuna is simply born for this kind of duel rules.
The increase in initial velocity of the releaser's body is inexplicable.
"Just use the fish in the river as a target. Each person will shoot six bullets. The one with the most hits will be the winner." Si Yao looked at Caesar and gave a relatively fair competition plan.
"Okay." Caesar nodded in agreement. At the same time, I looked at the rolling waves of the river. It is basically difficult to see the shadow of swimming fish. Only the occasional shimmer of scales and ripples in the distance can prove that there are indeed fish in the river.
For ordinary people, it is difficult to hit a fish even with sixty or six hundred bullets, let alone six bullets.
"Bang!" A gunshot sounded first, and Si Yao fired three shots in each hand, but it happened almost instantly.
Six metal anesthetic bombs flew into the river like patterns and hit the bottom of the water. Soon six river fish floated up with white bellies.
Caesar also raised his hand, and the Desert Eagle roared angrily and fired six Frigga bullets at high speed. Six carps that occasionally surfaced to breathe and blow bubbles were shot one by one.
The outcome has not yet been decided, but the outcome has been seen. Both sides have initially recognized the strength of the other side, and only strong strength can win respect.
Seeing this, Zhou Chen wanted to take a step forward and signaled to continue competing with him.
"Okay." A clear shout came from nowhere to stop the situation from escalating further. Chu Zihang and Caesar stepped aside slightly, and Li Longyuan, who was holding Tai'a, appeared behind him.
"Young Master." Opposite him, whether it was Zhou Chen, who had "The Best in the World" written on his face, or Si Yao, who was smiling like a tiger, his expressions became serious at this moment, and they bowed their eyebrows to the handsome young man.
The delinquents in the second row behind him immediately put away their crossbows, braced their swords, and knelt on the ground with one knee.
"No gift." The boy waved his hand in thin air. The two rows of bad guys just got up again.
"Did you get the instructions from the head of the family this time, or did you go out on the river privately to intercept the Cassel Academy cruise ship?"
"This..." Si Yao and Zhou Chen quickly looked at each other.
"The head of the family has given instructions that as long as Kassel College abides by the agreement, there will be no obstruction." It was Si Yao who spoke first.
"Then I wonder which agreement we have violated?" Mance was in a hurry to return to the college to explain the task and arrange the processing and research of the brass can. He had no extra time to waste here.
"You secretly used the mK48-1 heavy-duty torpedo to fry fish in the Yangtze River, which is only used in ship-to-ship battles. It violates the treaty on the restriction of the use of thermal weapons." Zhou Chen looked at the German, raised his eyebrows, and immediately showed his ruffian temper.
"Fried fish?" I fucked your grandma! Mance looked at this strong young man with his hair tied into a ponytail and wanted to shoot him to death.
Do you think the next-generation Dragon Clan fish is fifteen meters long and weighs fifty tons? Moreover, the dragon's power is enough to scare away all creatures within a radius of twenty miles, and it will not have any impact on the ecological chain of the Yangtze River at all.
But Zhou Chen was still talking.
"In short, there are many rare fish and protected animals in the river, such as the Yangtze River finless porpoise, Chinese sturgeon, white dolphin, and alligator. If you accidentally injure one of them, it will be a serious crime." Even though Zhou Chen has strong limbs, this guy is not a human being. Simple-minded people, immediately accuse them of any crime they can think of.
"As far as I know, the Baiji dolphin seems to have become extinct in 2007." Chu Zihang, who had always maintained a wait-and-see attitude, finally said something coldly.
"Yeah, did you hear what people said? This species is extinct, and you still use torpedoes. It's so inhumane! The black fish just now was, to say the least, a sperm." How can I say this? As long as the water is clear, there will be no fish, and if the people are humble, they will be invincible.
Zhou Chen obviously did it. He couldn't help not hearing Chu Zihang's overtones and continued on.
"What do you want?" Caesar pressed the railing and looked at the man opposite, his tone was impatient.
"It's very simple. It's the fishing ban season in the Yangtze River, and you'll be fined for fish bombing!"
"How much?" The noble son of the Gattuso family has always been indifferent to spending money.
"Refreshing, this is the number." Zhou Chen stretched out his five fingers and shook it.
"Five million!" Si Yao took over from the side, and Zhou Chen turned his head to look at him in astonishment. When it comes to having a dark heart, it has to be you!
"Five million Rmb is fine." Caesar made the decision on Mance's behalf without even thinking about it. According to the exchange rate of one to six, it is not much converted into US dollars.
"Five million US dollars." Si Yao reached out to play with the German-made p220 and answered casually.
"You have launched a total of nine torpedoes, which is 45 million. I will give you a friendship price of 40 million U.S. dollars." Li Longyuan smiled slightly behind Chu Zihang. Si Yao, this kid, looks polite and polite. In fact, he is more ruthless than Zhou Chen.
"Are you crazy?" Professor Manns glared at Si Yao, who was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed square glasses. This amount of cash was a considerable expense even for Cassel College.
"Since you want to use money to hit others, you must at least make people feel pain? Isn't it appropriate to carry two steel pennies in your trouser pocket and pretend to be a rich man to show off your wealth?" Si Yao, who wore a white shirt and glasses, just sneered and said nothing. At this moment, Zhou Chen fully revealed his venomous nature.
"I need to ask the principal for instructions." Mance responded coldly, and then took out the satellite phone.
"Please!" Si Yao spread his hands gracefully, looking indifferent.
"Principal, we encountered trouble on the way back..." On the other end of the phone, Angers learned the entire incident and reminded Mance to turn on the speakerphone.
"Caesar, as my most beloved student, do you mind personally paying for the college to pay the fine?" Angers' mature and magnetic voice came from the phone.
He didn't say a word about the amount of compensation and directly agreed to Zhengtong's request.
"As you wish, principal." Caesar shrugged. As the designated heir of the Gattuso family, the wealth he enjoyed far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.
But forty million dollars is really not a small amount of money, especially in exchange for only some image data and a brass can.
But since Ange insists, it means that there must be a reason for his insistence. Caesar has always believed in the judgment of the strong, especially the legendary dragon slayer.
"Make way!" Zhou Chen raised his right hand, and hydrofoil boats dispersed from all directions to let the Monyach out.
"Young master, come home when you are not busy. The master of the house wants to see you if you have something to do!" Zhou Chen finally waved to Li Longyuan and said with a simple and honest smile, showing his neat teeth.
Li Longyuan smiled lightly and waved his hand at the side of the ship to express his knowledge. In the Bronze City in the waters of the Yangtze River, undercurrents surged. People wearing black and red diving suits were swinging their flippers. The searchlights embedded on the top of their helmets emitted golden light, and they were slowly searching for something around the cracked Bronze City.
They are all bounty hunters hired by others to explore the Bronze City.
"No. 13, have you found anything unusual?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the radio channel. Bounty hunter No. 13 is currently the one who has explored the most deeply, all the way into the Bronze City.
"Ah? No, are you sure this is the tomb of a wealthy prince in ancient times? Why is it so poor? Apart from some bluffing snake-faced man statues, there seems to be nothing you want." Soon a young man's voice came, with a somewhat tone of voice. Bitch.
"Look for it carefully. If it's not there, it must have been captured by another organization first." After a while, the man responded, his tone a little cold.
"Okay." No. 13 agreed, not knowing why. In the Bronze City's palace, a man wearing a heavy diving suit had just cut off contact with his companions. He was looking at a lampstand made of bronze that looked like a palace maid, and was in a daze.
He felt that the scene here was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it in a dream. The divers outside the Bronze City were still walking through various buildings. They didn't notice anything unusual until the black shoal of fish arrived beside them.
"What the hell is this?" Someone raised his hand, and the eyes under the oxygen mask showed a look of horror. The black-blue, ferocious-looking fish opened its sharp and dense teeth, and the golden fish eyes were strange and evil.
"Ah!" The first scream sounded in the chat channel, followed by the sound of rustling snowflakes.
Countless red mist of blood rose up, staining the bottom of the water. The dark and slender monster swayed its huge tail and swam slowly between the pumice rocks on the river bottom. Its eyelids were open and closed, and its golden pupils were cold and majestic.
