Chapter 115: The Chief Agent of the Hanging Street Lamp

A gray mist instantly enveloped Agir.

But not only Lin Lan, who stood nearby, watched all this expressionlessly; Mainz also coldly shook off the blood from the sharp blade of the naval saber in his hand before putting it back in its sheath.

"Hehehe, this little trick of yours is really interesting. This fog can control chess pieces; it should be the basic technology provided by the Sirens, right?"

Agir's icy laughter echoed through the mist, and in the next second, the black and yellow metal dragon ship flicked its tail violently, blowing away all the fog in an instant.

"Compared to the builder's fog, your lite version of the sea fog is really too simple. Hehehe."

Hearing Agir's disdainful words, along with the mention of chess pieces, Ming Muhan suddenly displayed despair and fear.

He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

Seeing this scene, Lin Lan walked slowly with a sneer and kicked the mobile phone from Ming Muhan's hand.

He lifted Ming Muhan from the ground, dragging him like a dead dog, and stared at the general agent of the Battleaxe military industry in Yalang City, who was still struggling, saying each word slowly:

"There won't be anyone in the military base you are counting on for rescue. You see..."

Lin Lan dragged Ming Muhan, who had fallen to the ground, his round-rimmed glasses askew and his body devoid of any elegant demeanor, to the building's glass.

From the top floor of the Battleaxe Building, one could perfectly overlook the interior of the nearby Battleaxe Military Industry base.

Just when Ming Muhan was confused and didn't understand why he was being dragged here, the next moment, a scene that sent chills down his spine suddenly unfolded.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the military base, usually shrouded in night, a series of violent and shocking explosions erupted.

Lin Lan pushed open the window with one hand, and outside, the piercing sound of dive bombers from the carrier-based aircraft group filled the air.

In this carpet bombardment, akin to the destruction of the world, the entire Battleaxe Military Industrial Base in Yalang City had no ability to resist, instantly turning into a sea of fire.

This is the terrifying strength of the first iron blood aircraft carrier, Graf Zeppelin.

If she wanted to, she could even completely destroy the entire city of Yalang.

Lin Lan lowered his head and looked at Ming Muhan, who was dragged by the neck and whose face was ashen. He said coldly:

"Tell me, what deal did you make with the Sirens? I'll make your death less painful."

Agir approached at this moment, a wicked smile on his face:

"If you want to be hard-mouthed, we have ways to make you wish you were dead."

Ming Muhan's body lay spread out on the ground, his eyes blank as if his soul had been drained.

"It turns out that the results of my twenty years of research are actually only aimed at chess pieces..."

This man kept muttering this sentence like a broken human recorder.

"This guy is crazy. Let's hang him on the street lamp outside."

Mainz suggested as he walked slowly.

"It's too cheap to hang him on a street lamp; he should be made into soap. But it's a pity that this guy doesn't have much oil and water in him. Hehehe."

Agir looked at Ming Muhan, who had already had a nervous breakdown, with golden eyes and grinned.

Lin Lan understood that what Agir said was just a joke.

Although the former Iron Will had done these things, it had nothing to do with these Iron Blood Ship Girls.

However, hanging him on a street lamp, as the general agent of the city, was a unique way to die.

So it was decided.

Lin Lan turned his head to look at the hall where no one had survived except for him.

The upper echelons of the Battleaxe Army's industry had been wiped out by Agir and Mainz's raids.

He suspected that many departments of the city would be paralyzed for a short time.

Perhaps, it was not impossible for Sun Dewang to arrange for the people of Tianou Group to take control of the city.

Lin Lan carried Ming Muhan and touched his chin with one hand, deep in thought.

At that moment, Mainz, a silver-haired light cruiser girl, suddenly looked at him and reported:

"Commander, I received the latest news that the beach house was indeed attacked by Battleaxe military industry."

"How's the battle going?"

Lin Lan's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected this development all along.

"Those infantry mechs were all defeated by Spee and Akashi, who stayed in the villa."

There was no hint of emotion in Mainz's voice.

Lin Lan thought of the infantry mechs that had been destroyed by the anti-aircraft guns installed on the Akashi ship, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Akashi, this little girl, might indeed have little combat power against the Sirens as a maintenance ship.

But in the face of these ignorant Battleaxe soldiers, the four twin 113mm anti-aircraft guns installed on the small profiteer ship could demonstrate what a rainstorm of firepower truly meant.

Anti-aircraft guns aren't just for shooting down aircraft.

Just as Lin Lan was about to drag Ming Muhan, who was as limp as a dead corpse, to the elevator of the building, he suddenly remembered that the high-ranking leaders of the Battleaxe military industry likely had shield generators on them.

He looked down at the small golden axe badge on Ming Muhan's collar, took it off, and examined it closely.

Sure enough, he saw an intricate gear and a small switch on the back of the badge.

This shield generator had both automatic and active modes, allowing it to block ranged attacks automatically or activate on command.

However, it was ineffective against melee combat.

Lin Lan pressed the switch, and a dark golden honeycomb energy shield, almost transparent, appeared around him.

This dark golden energy shield was obviously much thicker than the shields on many mechas Lin Lan had seen before.

As the general agent of a city in the Battleaxe military industry, Ming Muhan's shield generator must have been specially made, its effectiveness surpassing that of an ordinary standard shield generator.

"Mainz, collect the axe badges from the bodies around you."

Turning off the shield generator, Lin Lan's brows relaxed slightly as he commanded Mainz.

This type of weak shield may not be of much use against the Sirens.

But Lin Lan had learned during this time that shield generators were rare in the United States of Orlan.

The Zhu Hai Commercial Association had strict control over this shield technology, which was developed through the Wisdom Cube, and the shield generators on many mechs even had a self-destruct function.

The shield generator was highly effective in protecting targets from assassination or sneak attacks, and only the top members of the consortium were eligible to use them.

And right now, in this hall where Lin Lan stood, at least dozens of high-ranking personnel from the Battleaxe military industry had died.

That represented a considerable amount of wealth, even if it was a gift for someone else.

It was unprecedented in the United States of Orlan for someone to be bold enough to directly behead all the leaders of the Zhu Hai Commercial Association in the entire city.

With Mainz collecting dozens of silver axe badges, Lin Lan and his party took the elevator to the outside of the Battleaxe Building.

At this time, only the corpses of soldiers killed in battle and destroyed mechs remained.

The whole street resembled a scene from the apocalypse.

Zeppelin's bombardment continued at a military base not far away, and the flames lit up half the sky.

"Behold, how beautiful are the street lamps on the side of these roads."

Lin Lan coldly lifted Ming Muhan, who was still repeating a sentence, and stared into his eyes as he said coldly:

"Look, which lamp would you be hung on?"

It turned out that Ming Muhan was indeed completely crazy.

Even when he was hung on the street lamp, he did not struggle at all.

Lin Lan took Agir and Mainz, watching the general agent of the Battleaxe military industry hanging from the street lamp under the dim light, his body convulsing constantly until he finally ceased all movement.

"You shall not live."

Lin Lan turned around silently and said this sentence indifferently.

Ming Muhan was undoubtedly an ambitious person.

Serving the Sirens, he spent twenty years working hard to maintain a relationship with Li Banan, intending to figure out how to control the ship in order to defeat the Admiralty and rule the United States of Orlan.

But in the end, what Ming Muhan controlled was just a chess piece.

That was right.

There was not a trace of a smile on Lin Lan's face.

All ships in the United States of Orlan were just chess pieces.

The Wisdom Cube's given to him by the Admiralty were not the normal Wisdom Cubes he had seen in the game.

The Wisdom Cube that Luo Tao had taken out during the day today was exactly like the one he had carried when he went to Dongyun City before...

It was all fake.

After learning the truth that Zeppelin had revealed to him in private, Lin Lan felt a shudder in his heart.

He had originally thought that the United States of Orlan would be able to resist the Sirens despite its weak strength.

But it turned out these ship girls were all fake chess pieces.

No wonder he always felt that there was something off about those ship girls in the academy.

The Admiralty of the United States of Orlan would never be able to defeat the Sirens if they used these pawn ships against them.

Could their own ship girls also be Sirens...

Just as Lin Lan was feeling dejected and was about to leave, a sudden bright blue glow flashed behind him.

"What... is that?"

He turned around, staring in shock.

Ming Muhan's corpse hanging on the street lamp suddenly exploded, spewing out a brilliant blue beam that pierced the night sky.

An icy ocean aura emanated from the pillar of light, enveloping Lin Lan and the others.

In the sky, this pillar of light soared into the heavens, dyeing the clouds of the entire Yalang City a strange bright blue.

The clouds above Yalang City were attracted and condensed by the blue light, forming a large whirlpool that constantly rotated in the sky.

"Commander! This is a beacon calling for the high-ranking Sirens! It also awakens all dormant Sirens in the vicinity."

As the iron-blooded shipwreck who knew the Sirens best, Agir recognized the brilliant blue pillar of light at a glance.

"This guy stopped his heartbeat to set it as a precondition for activating the Siren beacon."

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