Xu Changqing left the shooting position and moved to another window. It's not being taken care of by bullets for the time being. He quickly set up his gun, aimed at a certain figure of Zheng Huan, and fired another shot.

Perhaps he heard that Xu Changqing's firepower was very thin, and someone on the opposite side ordered: "Fire cover, rush!" There are few of them! ”

Suddenly, a group of people rushed up with a roar, and a blizzard of bullets smashed countless pits in the steel plates of the wheelhouse. One guy even shot a grenade. Luckily, it didn't come in through the window, only to hit the escalator and burst open.

The daredevils almost rushed under the wheelhouse, just a few steps away from the escalator. At this time, the little evil spirits came out and surrounded them on all sides.

Someone turns their gun on the little evil ghost and shoots it, but it soon realizes that something is wrong. "They can't be killed!" The man yelled in despair, "What the hell is this—"

Two little demons pounced on him, their claws slitting his throat. He fell to his knees and didn't even have time to say the last few words.

Three minutes later, the daredevils who came to test the water were all wiped out.

There were about twenty or thirty soldiers who died on the deck. Xu Changqing only had two incomes under the gun, and the rest were arranged by small evil ghosts. By this time the little ones had already begun to celebrate, jumping up and down the deck, speaking demonic language that no one understood.

The first battle was lost, and the people on board the Prince of Alsace panicked even more.

Tom, tom, tom, a series of hurried footsteps from far and near. The door of a certain cabin was pushed open, and a pale soldier stood panting in the doorway: "Report! Lieutenant Jett's commando team has all been killed! ”

In the center of the cabin lay an off-white cast-iron swivel chair with a thick, heavy chassis, as if it would not be able to bear the weight of the person sitting on it. A burly man like a mountain of flesh perched on it, glanced contemptuously at his subordinate at the door, and spat out the toothpick in his mouth.

"A bunch of trash." He commented.

This strong man's accent is very distinctive, and his mouth is full of New York gangster accent that can only be found in movies, and he is obviously the person who called Xu Changqing in the communication channel just now.

"Colonel Zuode, what should I do?"

At this time, another voice suddenly interjected: "It seems that you have an opponent." ”

English is as standard as a textbook, and it is not a native language, but a pronunciation that has been cultivated over a long period of time. But the voice is very good, clear and bright, and she is a woman.

Colonel Zode slowly and methodically trimmed his nails with a dagger, blowing from time to time. "The elites trained by Huaxia are powerful. You're almost dried when you're hoisted, I can't believe it, and you're still talking with a lot of energy," he said, glancing across the other side, "Are you proud?" Thought the rescue was coming? It's too early to rejoice! As long as I'm here, as many people as I come, it's a fate, death! He clenched his fists, his skin suddenly angular and shining with a metallic sheen, "Look at my hand, it represents punishment!" God has chosen me to show the world His majesty! God's will! ”

About three meters away from Zuode, there was a woman hanging. She wears a black tights that allows for movement, and a tactical vest. Her equipment such as pistols and knives were taken and piled up in a corner of the room. A tough rope tied her thumbs together and passed through the hook on the roof. The length of the rope was carefully adjusted to allow her to touch her toes on her toes, but she could not stand firmly. Ordinary people are hung like this, and it is estimated that they will not last more than three minutes. Her fingers were bruised, obviously hanging for a long time, but her expression was still calm. If it weren't for the fine sweat on her forehead, I would have thought she was completely insulated from pain.

Just then Goldbeard walked into the room. He glanced at the woman who was hanging up, and then ordered Zuode: "The attackers in the wheelhouse have attacked, all the way to this side." Ordinary soldiers are not his opponents, and you, as well as Mr. Gonmengjuro, can only ask the two of you to make a move. ”

A tall Fuso man in white followed behind the golden beard, leaned over slightly when he heard the words, and signaled that he had heard. His eyes were closed, and he turned out to be blind.

"As for this woman, I hope—"

Before Goldbeard could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Colonel Zuode. "That woman is mine," he said rudely, "her ownership has been demarcated, and she will be brought back to the United States, and by some wonderful means, all the information in that little head will be squeezed out." Of course, for the sake of the long-term cooperation, I will share some with you when the time comes, you are welcome. ”

Goldenbeard Alcatel frowned, still polite: "On my helicopter, she will be safe." As for ownership, we can wait until you're victorious, and then we'll talk about it—"

"No, no, no," Zode shook his finger at Alcatel, "I'm familiar with your English ways. As long as she gets into your helicopter, the little secrets in her head will be all yours, and the uncle won't even be able to pick up leftovers. No, this is absolutely not to be discussed. It's your business to run away by helicopter, and people have to leave me behind. Oh, and remember not to go too far. When I've cleaned up that coward who sneaked aboard, I'm going to have to call you back. When the time comes, you can't get in touch, you can do it yourself. ”

Anger flashed across Alcatel's face. "Good luck to both of you, then," he said, turning to leave the room, "I'll wait in the helicopter." ”

"Coward," Zode looked at Alcatel, who had already walked away, and made no secret of his contempt between his words, "this is the Knights of the Round Table of England?" A guy who has received the gift of God? I don't think it's as hard as the paper I used to wipe my ass. ”

Quan Mengjuro smiled slightly: "It's not cowardice, it's the result of Mr. Alcatel Furis's prudence." Phantom Assassin Emily and Captain Hawke, do you remember? Those two were on duty tonight, and now there is no news, and it is obvious that they are more than lucky. Captain Hawke is no more, and Lady Emily is very impressed. can make the two of them die silently, presumably not the weak. ”

"None of the English guys can be trusted," Zode jumped off his stool and began to pack up his gear, "It's up to Uncle Sam, roar!" ”

Walking across the deck, the sticky blood was wet and slippery.

The soldiers who dared to rush to the deck have already been swept away. The little demon is mending the wounded. There was a dead silence at the entrance to the cabin, and the occasional cold shot was made, mostly to strengthen courage.

The succubus Nobuta rolled up the long whip and dragged the individual out of the cabin. "Help—" He screamed and shot indiscriminately into the air until there were no bullets.

Xu Changqing crouched down next to this person, looking at the face distorted by fear. He was just in his early twenties, and he hadn't grown yet, he thought, not even a strong beard.

"Phew!" A mouthful of saliva spewed out of his mouth, which was not even hard, and Xu Changqing dodged away in time. "How many people are in there?" He asked, "Answer well, spare you from death." ”

"Kill me," said the young man, "and English will be stronger by my death!" ”

"No country becomes stronger because of the death of one person," Xu Changqing shook his head, "When you live to be sixty years old, you will definitely regret saying that back then." ”