Mordin hurried out of the warehouse, and at a glance he saw the slender battleship parked in the clearing.

"Huh, why is it black?"

Mordin had seen Gold-class ships in the opulent city where the Good Come Again weapon store was located, and those ships were wrapped in golden armor, or at least had the distinctive hallmarks of a Gold-class battleship in a prominent place on their hull. But the battleship in front of him was completely black and had no features.

"Hey, hey, hey...... I painted it like this myself. Berkeley, who was following behind, scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"Oh......" Mordin understood, it turned out that Berkeley disliked the level of the battleship was not high enough, so he painted it into Legendary-class black by himself.

It turned out to be a pretence!

Mordin couldn't laugh or cry.

No matter, let's go get some treasures first.

He happily boarded Berkeley's battleship, and when he looked at it, he was dumbfounded!

The inside of the battleship is empty!

Berkeley turned out to be a pauper!

"How so?" asked Mordin, glaring at Berkeley with a nonchalant expression.

"Hmm...... My money is all on this big knife. It shook the Blue Dragon Glaive Knife in its hand and said.

"Hmph!

He wandered around the ship's cabin, pulling his sword out of his back and banging on the empty ship's walls, hoping to find the treasure hidden by Berkeley.

As he smacked, he secretly observed Berkeley's face, and found that there seemed to be a hint of worry hidden in its indifferent appearance.

"There must be a problem!" Mordin was not in a hurry, he carefully searched along the ship's cabin inch by inch, and saw suspicious places, and poked with the tip of his knife. Unfortunately, although his combat knife was hard, it could not cope with the hard hull materials of gold-class battleships.

After a while, Mordin still found nothing.

"You see, there's nothing but this knife and the hull!" Berkeley pretended to be honest.

Mordin suddenly remembered that this guy was working in the "Good Again" weapons shop, could it be that he hid all the weapons and equipment with the help of convenience?

Yes!

"Honestly, did you hide your gear in the hull?" Mordin asked, staring into Berkeley's eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey!" the big man began to laugh.

"You guessed it, I've protected them all with armor so that I'm not afraid of breaking them. It doesn't deceive Mordine anymore, but there is a hint of pride in its words, which means: The equipment is there, you can take it if you have the ability!

It was impossible for Mordin's sword to split through these protective armors, after all, it was the gold-level armor made by the premier "Good Again" weapon shop.

"How do you design it like this? How do you operate it without a console?" Mordin was speechless at the design.

"Isn't it more convenient and flexible for me to control Legendary-class warships like I can control them directly through the software in my body, just like my own body?" Berkeley asked rhetorically.

Mordin thinks it's right.

"Are you going to shrink the ship down and make it the size of your body so you can become Iron Man?" Mordin laughed.

"Hey...... How do you know?" Berkeley asked in amazement.

Needless to say, just look at the Qinglong Glaive Knife you make, this guy is a martial arts fan at all, whether it is ancient or modern, it wants to learn from it.

"You'd better be honest and hand over your equipment, or I'll tear off one of your engines!" Mordin menaced, pointing to the nozzle at the back of the battleship.

The golden warrior clasped his hands in front of his chest, looking very indifferent. That seems to say: If you have the ability, you will tear it down!

Mordin was annoyed: Isn't this a scoundrel? He shouted to Boss Li, who came over to watch the excitement: "Boss Li, bring one of the most powerful missiles in your trading house, I will dismantle this battleship!"

"Ah......?" Boss Li was taken aback! Why did these two people make trouble, and did they get me on the head? It seems that this excitement is not just to watch.

"Go!" shouted the boy.

Seeing that Berkeley didn't react, Boss Li hurriedly ran back to the second floor and came over with a 63-level Warrior-level air combat missile.

Mordin jumped off the general, took the controller from Boss Li's hand, aimed at the Berkeley general, and pressed the launch button!

With a "whoosh", the missile burrowed into the Berkeley battleship through the open hatch.

"Boom!" After a loud bang, the battleship was engulfed in smoke and fire.

When the smoke cleared, Mordin jumped into the battleship and found that there was no damage to the hull at all, except for a layer of soot on the surface.

The Berkeley guy was even more proud.

"If you don't have the ability to tear it down, you have to forget it!" It plans to settle its gambling debts.

"What's wrong?" the two Golden Warlords of the Long Dragon Group heard the explosion outside and hurriedly ran over to check what was going on.

"It's okay, I'm dismantling the battleship!" Mordin said as he walked towards his ship.

"You wait, I'll use a big dick against you!" he threatened as he walked.

At first, Berkeley didn't take Mordin's threat to heart, but later, it felt uneasy, so it followed Mordin and boarded the ship.

Mordin turned on the console and pulled up the two Bamboo Shoot missiles mounted on the launcher.

"Look how I clean you up!" said the boy viciously.

"Hey...... Wait!" Berkeley was anxious, and it quickly stopped Mordin's fingers.

"Let me see what kind of missile this is!" it said anxiously.

"Aren't you afraid of anything?" Mordin sneered.

"Hey...... Hey, this one doesn't seem to be the same. Berkeley sneered.

"Down there, open the hatch and you'll see it, hurry up! I'm about to launch!"

"Okay, wait!" Berkeley hurriedly jumped off the spaceship, came to the bow of the ship, and opened a hatch, and the launch rack inside was impressively loaded with the 2.7-ton Shan Mao Shoot missile!

"Don't fight! Don't fight! Stop!" it shouted at Mordin.

"What's wrong?" Mordin, poking his head out of the cockpit.

"It's an Ernook missile, it's going to break in one hit!" Berkeley hurriedly waved his hand and shouted, "This thing can't be hit, although it's an imitation, it's also very powerful!"

"Do you know where it came from?" Mordin's interest suddenly came.

"Of course I do! I've fought with them, and this missile explodes at a very high temperature, and if you don't get it right, your battleship will be burned and softened!"

"Who are the Ernooks?" asked Mordin, curious.

"Oh...... It's one of our enemies, it's none of your business, you don't need to know that much!" Burnley was reluctant to say more.

"Oh! Forget it...... Then why don't you hurry up and take out all your equipment and pick it out for me?" Mordin took the opportunity to knock on the bamboo pole.

"Okay, but that's all, you're only allowed to pick one!" it bargained.

"Okay!" Mordin thought funny, this guy was willing to gamble and lose, although he played a little clever, but he didn't have the intention to repay the debt.

They returned to Berkeley's warlords.

Burke pressed his hand somewhere in the hull, and a delicate console went up.

"It's all over there, see for yourself!" it said, looking very distressed.

Mordin stepped forward and flipped through the touchscreen with his hand.

Wow, good guy, you really deserve to be a gold-level general, and there are a lot of good equipment!

Mordin is in the treasure trove!

Armor protection system, stealth system, jamming decoy system, radar detection system, wireless decoy system, optical induction system, optical quantum ultra-long-range communication system, metal hydrogen power system, launch guidance system, and even superconducting blue light shield system......

Mordin's eyes are opener, and the various performances of gold-level fighters are really not covered!

"Why don't you have missiles?" asked Mordin.

"I sold that thing, and it didn't work, I like to solve problems with a war knife on the ground!" Berkeley shook the big knife that didn't leave his hand.

Missiles are indeed a chicken rib for high-end generals, and even if they need to be used, they can be purchased at any time, and they are easy to install.

Mordin looked over and over the various pieces of equipment that could be removed, while Berkeley looked nervously at him.

"The Blue Light Shield system already has it on my own ship, although it was counterfeit at that time, but it can be used alive, and it is very troublesome to dismantle it and install it on my own spaceship. ”

One by one, he rummaged through them.

The other equipment is also composed of a complete set of systems, which are integrated with the hull of the battleship, and can be dismantled separately and installed on their own spaceship, and the performance may be reduced by several levels.

What a hassle!

There are so many good things, but you can't use them before your own eyes!

Flipping through it, his eyes were suddenly drawn to a set of instruments.

It was a set of 16 background detectors, which could make extremely sensitive detection of disturbances in the surrounding environment, and the advantage was that there was no need to actively send out detection waves, so that in silence he could detect any incoming objects around him, including the golden general-class missile that attacked him in the mountains of Black Wind Ridge!

The disadvantage is that the background detector has a limited detection range and needs to be used in conjunction with a computer system in order to analyze the tracking track information of millions of moving objects in the vicinity.

"That's it!" Mordin said, pointing to the background detector.

Berkeley's expression seemed to relax visibly, and he let out a long breath and said, "Okay!

Mordin felt like he hadn't found the best baby.

But no matter what he is, other people's good things may not be the most suitable for their own use, so let's pick the most practical one.

"You're going to have to help me load it onto my ship!" Mordin demanded.

"Yes, but you'll have to give me two Bamboo Shoot Missiles!" Berkeley immediately countered.

"Why do you make extra requests?" Mordin said angrily.

"Or I won't pretend for you!" Berkeley looked a scoundrel.

"Alright then, deal!" the boy thought for a moment, and then readily agreed.