As the time gradually approached noon, the officers and men of the fleet began to take turns for lunch, but they were not greeted, and the four of them looked at each other on the deck. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Taking advantage of the absence of Brother Lanmao, Mura came over to discuss. "What to do? It looks like the situation is getting more and more sinister. ”

Duchamp squinted his eyes and looked at the two big-headed soldiers eight steps away from them: "If the situation is really bad, I will wait to subdue the governor, you take the guns from the hands of those two soldiers, Xiao Ao assists Mula, Learmey must be clever, and not let people take him hostage." ”

Mura's eyes lit up: "Are you sure?" ”

Duchamp frowned: "That blue hair has been spying on us, he is a trouble, without him, this ship does not have any decent combat power, and it is not a threat to us." ”

"Why do you think he has been holding us from last night until now?"

Duchamp shook his head, he couldn't figure it out. "I don't know, I just feel evil. It's not like you're going to go out to sea and kill people. Speaking of this, I couldn't help but shudder.

Mura made a poker face and tried to speak without moving: "The number of this ship is really strange, it is not the number of the Western Sea Fleet. ”

Duchamp hurriedly swept these soldiers left and right, but he couldn't see the clue: "Look at the uniform, it's still the uniform of the Imperial Wehrmacht." ”

Mura spat out a few words from between his teeth: "There is one thing that is different from the Wehrmacht. ”

Duchamp was shocked when he heard this, and asked, "What?" ”

Mura stared at the gun in the hand of the soldier closest to them and spat out four words: "Weapons and equipment!" ”

Duchamp turned around and carefully looked at the soldier next to him, and the more he looked, the more flaws he found.

Although Duchamp was not familiar with the equipment and establishment of the imperial army, the configuration of the group of soldiers in front of him was really excellent, and it was completely different from the legendary Wehrmacht, which was known as the world's hardest in the world in wearing single clothes, eating black bread and carrying heavy guns. Take the gun in the soldier's hand, it was not an ordinary long gun, but a semi-automatic submachine gun. Duchamp's eyes were fixed on the gun in the soldier's hand, and he studied it for a long time, but he did not see the imprint of the Lane Ford Society.

"Look at what!" The soldier shouted, and even the gun was raised.

Duchamp rolled his eyes, hugged his stomach and cried bitterly: "Hungry, since you have all changed the guard to eat, why hasn't our brothers' lunch been sent yet, we haven't even eaten breakfast in the morning, and now we are hungry and panicking." ”

As he spoke, he let go of his hand, and a small spider appeared behind him, creeping quietly towards the cabin below deck. The blue-haired and the governor are down there, and keeping track of their movements is the last word.

However, in full view of everyone, how can you take out the headset to monitor? Duchamp's eyes rolled wildly, and he thought of a way.

The two soldiers on duty had even opened the insurance, but when they heard this, they relaxed again, and one soldier shouted loudly: "When it's time to give you food, I will naturally bring it to you." ”

Duchamp shook his head and protested loudly: "This is obviously not treating people as people, fortunately I am witty, I not only ate a lot of food last night, but also left some supper, now is the time to use it." After saying that, he took out a large apple from the inner pocket of his clothes, wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, and brought it to his mouth.

Learmour, who was already hungry, came over and grabbed Duchamp's hand.

"Styry, this apple is worth eating!"

Duchamp was about to bring it to his mouth, but he was held down by Lemmour's hand, and said helplessly: "Now there is no knife, how about a bite by one person?" I took the first bite. ”

Learmour said confidently: "No, let you take a bite, this apple will be gone, and Olivier will have to take the first bite." ”

Duchamp glared at Learmey fiercely, this is really a pig-like teammate, seriously lacking common sense, and he has never heard of such a big taboo as not being able to salute casually on the front line of the army.

Learmu was glared at with a look of mental attack, and couldn't help but take a step back in fright, and said sneeringly: "Just an apple, can you use it like this?" ”

Duchamp was completely desperate for the intelligence of the oil bottle, and when he turned around, he just saw that the blue-haired brother had actually come up again, standing at the entrance of the deck, looking at them thoughtfully.

Duchamp immediately changed his face, ran to the blue-haired brother in a hurry, and begged flatteringly: "Brother, lend us your saber to use." ”

Brother Lanmao glared at him: "What are you going to do?" ”

Duchamp gestured on the apple: "Lend us a share of the apple." ”

Brother Lanmao's face drooped: "My war knife, how can I lend you to peel apples." ”

"Stingy!" Duchamp muttered and said angrily: "Even if I don't borrow it, I can separate this apple without a knife." ”

With that, he held the apple alof, and shouted, "Hey, yes! Open it for me! ”

Just when everyone thought that the apple in his hand would become four pieces, he ran to a sharp corner of the fence, pointed the navel of the apple at the sharp corner, and smashed it down like an egg, and the apple opened in response, and the juice splashed everywhere.

This scene could not bear to look at directly, but Duchamp was very proud, took the two apples in his hand and looked at them, and smashed the big one at the sharp corner, turning it into two pieces again. Then he ran to them cheerfully, and handed one of them to Lilmuel, and the other to Olivier, and the largest of the left, and he opened his mouth to bite off half of it, and handed the rest to Mulla.

Mulla didn't dislike this piece of saliva, and the four of them tacitly turned around together, chewing hard at the blue-haired brother, full of demonstrative.

Brother Lan Mao felt that many stars appeared on his head, and asked with concern, "Can you eat enough like this?" ”

Duchamp said unashamedly: "Cushion the bottom." It's a pity that I didn't bring a fishing rod, otherwise I could have fished and eaten. ”

"Hahaha! It's really interesting. So it looks like you don't have to eat lunch anymore? ”

"Ahh Duchamp and Learmey raised their heads at the same time, their eyes shining: "There is lunch, why don't you say it earlier." ”

Brother Lanmao waved his hand, and the four of them immediately followed and walked down. As they walked down the first floor, several people were attracted by a sign on the wall at the same time. The round and inner crosses that are the basis of the emblem are similar to those of the Imperial Military Intelligence Agency, but as the main part of the emblem, a sharp blade comes out of thin air, which is extremely powerful. Outside the circle, there was a circle of extremely small letters, and Olivier tilted his head curiously and spelled it out: "The will of blood and fire." ”

"What organization's emblem is this?" He turned his head in confusion and exchanged a puzzled look with Mura.

When Brother Lanmao's footsteps went down another level, the four of them felt a little apprehensive.

On a warship like this, the cabin is only 4 floors, and the bottom floor is usually equipped with machinery and facilities. Where the hell are they going?

Fortunately, there was a burst of food in front of them, which dispelled everyone's thoughts.

It's not very friendly, but it's finally time to eat, isn't it, Duchamp thought to himself.

The food on the ship looked good, and now that there was only one table left in the small canteen, Duchamp picked up the bread, took two bites, and forked a few pieces of meat from the plate to his mouth, and then felt that his hunger was slightly relieved. He just let Sven go a little, ate two pieces of bread, and drank a big mouthful of soup, just as the soup rushed down his throat and the bread pieces into his stomach, he suddenly heard a system prompt.

"Anesthetic!" Duchamp secretly shouted to himself.

Duchamp's purification skill can purify all kinds of toxins that enter the body, but it does not include the sweat medicine that is mainly an anesthetic, which is probably the aunt who created this skill, and if this is purified, it will not be safe in case of a thoracotomy or something in the future. He paused abruptly, feeling his limbs begin to become unconscious with force majeure.

"What a strong potency!" He lamented helplessly, then closed his eyes and slipped off the bench.

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