While Jagenke's strike was raging, Sinclair was at the bottom of the sea.

He looked with interest at the view from the thick porthole. The colorful coral reef is a dense jungle, and countless fish, large and small, circle around his submarine, and then disappear again, like elves in the jungle flashing their wings of seven-colored light.

He had never seen such a strange and magnificent sight in his life.

He felt that in terms of accumulating materials, this day's battle royale career was more than a lifetime of experience.

Since being rescued from the tiger's mouth of the meat grinder by that little man named Wilde, he has been a legend all the way.

Wilde single-handedly overturned the super strong man of the Jagenke Mercenary Guild and chased and intercepted in twelve waves, he broke the game purely by brute force, and those who stood in his way died, killing all the way through the defense line, rushing to the seaside trestle, covering himself to board the sailless steel battleship.

Then, the steel battleship slowly sank.

Thinking of this, Sinclair couldn't help but smile. At first, I thought that the iron ship was going to sink, and I was almost scared to pee.

It turns out that ships that can sail on the bottom of the sea are really more than whimsical.

What a great power.

On the other hand, he is also worried.

It seems that he has greatly underestimated this incident. What kind of hatred can make the big conglomerates kill themselves!

Twelve waves of chasing and intercepting? Is this the treatment given to a writer?

What happened to Aurora? Can she, a weak woman, have such good luck escaping from pursuit?

"My dear writer, what do you think?

The person who came was a big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with a stubble on his face, but his smile was very kind, and he took the initiative to stretch out his hand: "The leader of the second operation group of the Beihai Branch of the third detachment of the 1643 mercenary team, Yevoynich, greetings to you." ”

"Ah, hello, thank you for your selfless help, but you're mercenaries, right?

"I love your candour. We admire you for daring to provoke a big consortium. Those who tell the truth cannot be allowed to die unjustly. Rest assured that your wife has been sent to a safe place and you will be able to see her as soon as you come ashore. ”

Sinclair was so excited that tears were about to fall: "Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

"Don't thank you, it'll be there in about ten minutes, let's go get some rest. ”

"Now the situation outside is ......"

"You lit the powder keg, and now, Jagenke has exploded. The workers are on strike, tearing each other apart with the big businessmen. ”

Sinclair was taken aback: "Strike?"

"yes. In order not to be a slave of the black-hearted factory owner, in order to fight for more rights for himself, strike. ”

Sinclair couldn't sit still, he was like a trapped beast, spinning around in a small space.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible to succeed, this kind of move will only anger those big conglomerates, they will do anything!"

"What a noble man, no wonder the captain ordered you to be rescued. It's useless to think about that now. ”

Sinclair covered his face with his hands: "It's a pity, it's a pity that those innocents ......"

"Justice is a very spiritual god, but it has to pile up enough flesh on the altar for it to appear. You're the first, they're the latecomers, and you're lucky. ”

"I should be with them for ......"

Yevonich sneered: "What is the use of you being a poor writer who can't pick up a hand on your shoulder, a baton to throw down a piece of goods? Great writer, if you want their sacrifice to be worthwhile, take up your pen, write, write! Expose all those black-hearted bastards! We will put the real-time situation of Jacques in front of your face, and if you write one more line, you will be closer to justice!"

Sinclair stood up: "I listen to you!"

"Don't listen to me, I'm a mercenary who sells my life for money, now I can save you, the big consortium has a high bid, I can sell you instead. ”

"Uh......"

"Don't worry, mercenary rules, if you don't finish one job, you won't take the second. Besides, we don't have a good impression of the insatiable big conglomerates - where are we going to get rich if we bankrupt the little riches?"

"You're really an honest guy. ”

I'll take it as a compliment—all right, it's starting to float, go lie down for a while, see you later." ”

Why can't I feel it at all?

Twenty minutes later, with a gentle tremor, the submarine stopped. The hatch opened, and Sinclair, supported by several mercenaries, carefully stepped onto the steel trestle.

The mercenaries' huge boots rattle on the steel trestle like Sinclair's heartbeat.

At the end of the trestle stood two figures, one tall and one short, and when they got closer, the tall man raised his voice and said: "The deputy captain of the 1643 mercenary team, the chief warrior of the Dark God Cult, the governor of the Floating Island of Stamford, Duck, and the speaker of the Floating Island Council, Canedy, greet Jagenke's conscience." Welcome to the land of the free!"

"Thank you for your help!"

Canidy, who looked to be in his forties, with a wide face and thin eyes, stepped forward and took the initiative to shake Sinclair's hand: "It's Mr. Sinclair, it's good to come, it's good to come! Your lady has arrived before you and is resting at the hotel, and you will soon see her, and it is already early in the morning. Take a good rest, and we'll talk about it tomorrow. ”

Half an hour later, Sinclair met his long-missed wife at the Stanford Hotel, and although they had only been separated for a few days, it seemed like hundreds of years to him.

After a passionate kiss, Aurora pushed her husband away: "Sinclair, when did you meet these super capable mercenaries?"

"I don't know them. ”

"Then why did they save us?"

"Uh, justice?"

Aurora sighed faintly: "Sure enough, I still can't escape the grasp of others, maybe everything is calculated by others." ”

Sinclair was very calm: "What else can I do? Now I can only take one step at a time, and all I can be valued by others is a pen." But if I were to write those lies, I'd rather die!"

"How can ordinary people afford to buy floating islands? I guess it's a big foreign conglomerate? Well, they seem to have something to do with Red Coral. You're very famous now, and it's time to borrow you to open up your popularity. ”

"Red Coral, Speculators, I can't think about it that much, if the battle between the big conglomerates can give the people some benefits, it can be regarded as progress. Anyway, tomorrow morning, the mystery will be revealed. Rest early. ”

With the excitement of the rest of their lives and the joy of reunion, the couple fell asleep peacefully.

The Sinclairs slept comfortably, and by the time they woke up, they were already in their third day. The waiter told them that Governor Duck had been waiting for more than an hour, which scared the two of them so much that it was too unreasonable to let the dignified Governor wait for him.

The two blamed the waiter for not waking them up sooner, and the waiter apologized before saying that this was what Duck meant. The two of them were moved and wondered, how could a governor, who had a lot of opportunities, be so interested in his own victims?