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When Commander Victor Evelyn saw Elliot Christian's actions, his face turned pale and he couldn't help shaking.

At that moment, he felt the breath of death and fear, the kind of power that ordinary people don't have.

Awakener!

This was the commander's first feeling. His body trembled. He wanted to take a step and shout at the top of his voice, but neither his body nor his voice responded to his orders.

"Submit to me."

With a cold look, Elliot Christian threw the tuna's body that had been drained of its essence back into the sea and stomped on the deck.

"Crack!"

When he stepped hard with his foot, the deck of the fishing boat actually broke directly, and then it was as dense as a spider web. Finally, in the astonished and panicked eyes of the captain and others, the fishing boat broke into two halves.

And Elliot. Christian used his strength to leave the fishing boat and jumped to the deck of the Zumwalt destroyer where ‘Dal’ was.

The sharks that had been following the fishing boat all the way with the smell of blood also rushed towards the fishing boat frantically. Even if the fishing boat was cleaned up, the bloody smell on the 310 ship could not be cleaned up.

It was these bloody smells that attracted the sharks.

“Sizzle!”

The right half of the body shattered, like a demon’s body emerging from under Elliot. Christian’s body, and then instantly occupied this half of his body.

Sharp fangs, sharp claws, and dark and rugged skin with a dark aura tell the difference between Elliot. Christian at this time.

He and the ghost ‘Incitement’ have a symbiotic relationship. When necessary, he can use part of the power of ‘Incitement’. If he uses all the power of ‘Incitement’, he is afraid that it will be difficult to block the sun hanging high above his head.

"I want this ship."

Elliot. Christian's feet landed on the deck of the Zumwalt destroyer, his eyes were bloodthirsty, he licked the corners of his lips, and the cold breath he exuded made the destroyer immersed in an ice cellar.

A Boeing passenger plane from Sam slowly landed at Cebu Airport in Sulu. Lin Zizhen dragged his luggage off the plane and looked at this foreign country with a helpless bitter smile.

He didn't fly back and forth between several countries as frequently as he did in the past few days, and to a large extent, he was in a non-stop state.

But in order to sell this warship, he also fought hard.

He walked out of the airport, hailed a taxi, and drove towards the port in Cebu. At the port of Cebu, the helicopter of the 'Dal' mercenary group was parked.

That is the MH-60R helicopter that is equipped with Zumwalt. As early as when he set out to Sulu, the ‘Dal’ mercenary group sent this helicopter over.

After all, their warships are warships after all, and many ports in many countries generally dare not let them stay. Sulu allowed their warships to enter the port, which was considered a great face.

But later they also drove the warships out of the port, on the grounds that Sulu did not allow them to stay any longer, and their port time had expired.

Although the weapons on this destroyer have been almost dismantled, in the eyes of the people of Sulu, the deterrent power of this warship is still too great. If it is allowed to stay, I am afraid that many people will be unable to sleep and eat.

Therefore, the Zumwalt also has a time limit, and then they can only transport the various materials they need by helicopter.

When Linzizhen arrived at the port, the MH-60R helicopter had been waiting at the take-off point for a long time. This helicopter, which has accompanied the ‘Dal’ mercenary group in many battles, has already been scarred.

The rough men of the ‘Dal’ mercenary group are not very good at maintenance. After each use, the pilot will check the parts and the engine for problems. If there is no problem, continue to fly. If there is a problem, just turn it on and then continue to use it.

The plane that could have been used for more than ten years is now close to being scrapped after four or five years of use. All this is because the ‘Dal’ mercenary group does not care about this plane.

Now Lin Zizhen is going to take this plane back to the Zumwalt destroyer to report to the representatives of the three factions about the Changsheng Club's acquisition of the Zumwalt destroyer and the hiring of the ‘Dal’ mercenary group. "Creaky..."

When Lin Zizhen pushed open the cabin door, the creaking sound of the cabin door made him shake his head helplessly, but he had long been accustomed to this sound. It was nothing more than using it for too long and not many times for maintenance. Many parts were relatively old, so there was this sound.

"Welcome back."

When Lin Zizhen got into the helicopter, the pilot grinned at him, "You must have made a lot of money recently, right?"

The pilot was a member of a tribe in Mibia, Africa. He couldn't stand the poverty, so he took a ferry to Sam. He drifted on the sea for more than half a month before he set foot on Sam's land.

He didn't have a Sam passport, nor did he have normal entry procedures. He was just a stowaway.

He was later discovered by the Sam Immigration Bureau. It was the people of the 'Dal' mercenary group who saved him and gave him his current status.

"It's okay." Lin Zizhen shrugged. He did make a lot of money, but his life was directly tied to the Changsheng Club.

He casually threw a cigarette to the driver, then picked up the headset, fixed the microphone, and then said: "Lin Zizhen has arrived at the port and has boarded the Feiyan. It is expected to arrive at the Zum in an hour. Please answer the command desk if you hear it. Over!" Feiyan is the name of the MH-60R helicopter that Lin Zizhen is currently riding, and Zum is the name of the Zumwalt destroyer.

But when his voice came out, the headset sounded all kinds of electric noise, which made his face change slightly, and he didn't hear any response.

He felt helpless. This was something that couldn't be helped. Their organization was like this. Many things were thrown away after use, and they wouldn't even repair them. They couldn't bear to spend the money to find someone to repair them.

"It seems to be broken again." Lin Zizhen took off his headset and looked at the helicopter pilot with helplessness.

"You'll get used to it." The driver shook his head. He was able to use it just now, but when Lin Zizhen came, the Zumwalt radio broke down? What a jinx...

"Zhum, this is Feiyan, please reply, we will arrive at Zhum in an hour, please be informed, over!" The driver chose to try again. .