"You're going to build a gambling ship?" Shang Rafter didn't expect that the real purpose of the mourning rafter was to "gamble".

"What's not to do? I seem to be a Admiral now, right? In that case, judging from the memory in your mind, isn't what I, the new Admiral, want to do is to test my bloodline? "The mourning rafters said that I am also a commander now, and it is a matter of course to build a gambling boat to test the bloodline.

"If you don't say that I forgot about the Admiral's file." Shang Rafter suddenly patted his head and opened the Admiral's file, and the name column on it really said "Shang Rafter/Mourning Rafter".

Although he thought that the current ship mother was enough to complete the reconnaissance mission, but thinking of the revenge war that would definitely break out in the future, and at the same time, there were some old drivers with new ideas, Shang Rafter agreed to his second personality request without thinking.

Thinking about it, the funeral rafters who are the same person as themselves should also be the business rafters of Oti, and they are still very relieved of the other party's character. At least it won't be like those African tribal admirals who started with a big construction of Nako, and then produced hundreds or thousands of Nakor in a lifetime......

"Then I'll give you control of your body until your initial ship comes out, just don't make trouble during this time, go and build it. Yes! By the way, you know the formula of Dajian, right? As soon as he finished asking, Shang Rafter found himself asking an idiotic question, how could the second personality who shared his memories not know the construction formula! In embarrassment, Shang Rafter directly closed his eyes and handed over control of his body to the mourning rafter.

"This man is not an Admiral!" Bismarck, who was very familiar with the (comic) aura of the business rafters, immediately felt that the person sitting across from her had become another person who made her very annoying.

Subconsciously, Bismarck stood up and unfurled his ship's outfit under the stunned gaze of Beizhai and a group of elementary school students and He Hanxue.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw that the mourning rafters in front of me were not panicked. Because, zombies don't have the emotion of fear. On the contrary, the mourning rafters even greeted the girl who was holding a naval gun in front of him in a playful tone: "Yo! Long time no see, cute little kitten. ”

It was like suddenly seeing an old friend I hadn't seen for a long time.

"Sister-sama!" Beizhai hurriedly got up and held down Bismarck's naval gun.

"Bismarck senior!" The fantasy hugged Bismarck's waist and dragged it back, but unfortunately the tonnage difference was too big and it was not pulled.

Xiao pulled the corner of Bismarck's fanciful clothes from behind, and forced her composure (ladies don't panic!). "How...... What's going on? Fantasy predecessors, why did Bismarck's predecessors suddenly turn against the Admiral? ”

“？？？” As a three-no Lori, the sound also showed nervousness and confusion in the face of such a situation.

Ray, who seemed to see that Bismarck would not really fire, watched the excitement from the side: "Oh! Bismarck's predecessors are trying to challenge the Admiral? ”

"No...... Don't fight, woo......" The overwhelmed Den was already crying.

"Did Bismarck's predecessors want to hit something? Not...... My head itches so much when I see it. "The firefly, who has been thinking about using his head hammer skill to hit something, scratches his head with a magic wand.

"There is no doubt that this kid is your admiral." As He Hanxue, who was fortunate enough to see the second personality of Shang Rafter, answered for the utopian dream he was busy with.

After speaking, the captain of the gendarmerie covered his face as if he couldn't bear to look at it, and persuaded Bismarck in a painful tone of "this guy is a trouble"...... Miss Bismarck, if you have something to say, put down your weapon first, this bad guy shares the same body with the business rafters no matter what, and you will be in trouble if you go wrong. ”

However, the mourning rafter's words almost didn't make He Hanxue snatch Bismarck's ship suit and do him with his own hands, "Yo! This piece looks like it tastes good, hello. ”

He Hanxue, whose forehead was covered with "well" shaped green tendons, said desperately to herself in the bottom of her heart, "He Hanxue, relax your heart, relax your heart, you can't deal with a zombie." Seriously, you'll lose! ”

Finally resisting the urge to kill the mourning rafters, He Hanxue gritted her teeth and asked, "Then is there anything wrong with your disgusting ghoul coming out?" ”

If you don't have any valid reason, but run out to die, then even if I can't really kill you, I will teach you to be a new person with my fists!

"Of course I came out ......to Dajian to test my bloodline," he said, and the mourning rafter looked at He Hanxue with the same eyes as he was buying pork in the vegetable market, licked his lips with bad intentions, and then said: "If I can eat you, fill my empty stomach, satisfy my desire to eat, and comfort the hungry worms, it would be great." ”

"You!" He Hanxue, who didn't wait for the rampage, raised the pistol. The mourning rafters added very regretfully: "It's a pity that the business rafters won't let me, so I'm here to gamble on the boat." ”

After saying that, the mourning rafters didn't care about Bismarck's gloomy face, He Hanxue, who was thundering, the North Mansion who breathed a sigh of relief, the relieved fantasy, the fireflies who wanted to hit something, and the unconscious six-wheel drive, and walked straight towards the construction machine with the remnants of thought.

A creature as powerful as me must have a starter ship commensurate with my strength, and the formula of 400 oil, 600 bullets, 650 steel, and 130 aluminum is completely unsatisfactory to my requirements. In that case, it's better to use this formula.

AFTER TOUCHING HIS CHIN AND THINKING FOR A WHILE, MOURNING RAFTER REACHED OUT AND ENTERED THE FORMULA ON THE IPAD THAT HE THOUGHT COULD BUILD A POWERFUL SHIP.

"Perfect!" LOOKING AT THE COMIC FORMULA DISPLAYED ON THE IPAD AS 999 OIL, 999 BOMBS, 999 STEEL, 999 ALUMINUM, THE MOURNING RAFTERS COULDN'T HELP BUT SIGH IN ADMIRATION, IGNORING THE SHOUTING SCOLDING OF THE BUSINESS RAFTERS IN HIS MIND, AND DECISIVELY PRESSED THE CONFIRMATION BUTTON.

"Pit yourself, you! This kind of comic formula can only produce a neat family even if it is Europeans! Oh my resources! Sure enough, it won't be a good thing to let you out! My heart hurts...... it! What the hell is this Nima! "What did the rafter see through the vision shared with the mourning rafter?

"Hahahaha...... This formula is perfect! The ship's mother, which takes nine hours to build, must be extremely powerful! Perfect! That's what I need! Looking at the construction time displayed as 09:00:00, the mourning rafters laughed wildly.

"Bridge bean sacks! What the hell is nine hours of construction time?! The longest and strongest known ship, the Yamato-class battleship, was built in only eight hours! Did the hell build the space battleship Yamato?! Shang Rafter didn't know how to express his mood at the moment.