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No. 6 picked up a sniper rifle from the soles of his feet, aimed it at a fleeing soldier, and smiled.

"Don't you still have so many arms that I sold to you? It's useless anyway. You've already bought everything. Don't you plan to use it?"

He put his finger on the trigger, blinked, and squeezed lightly

bump!

The Overseer guarding Carhart put down his pistol with gunpowder on his face, and after cutting a hole in the head of a deserter, he roared at the scattered soldiers around him.

"Give it to me, don't back off!!! Behind you is Carhart, your family, and the one who backs out will die!!!"

The Overseer's warning played a very good role in boosting morale, or in other words, the army's heart that had been collapsed finally reluctantly gathered.

"Follow our master's drills, mortar squad, fire—"

With the roar of the Overseer, the whole battlefield suddenly sounded one after another of artillery fire.

The intertwined artillery fire exploded countless sparks in the crowd of fierce beasts who were charging. These high explosives far surpassed the power of naval artillery shells, leaving one terrifying and fatal wound on the bodies of those beasts.

"Filling napalm, white phosphorous - whatever, throw me anything!!!"

The artillerymen hurriedly filled the muzzles with those large-scale destructive artillery shells, especially the artillery units above the city wall. The artillerymen who filled the entire city wall exploded a line of fire in the sky.

The napalm bomb fell on the back of a vicious beast and exploded, and in an instant, countless splashes of napalm exploded. The smell spread all over the battlefield.

The same is true for the white phosphorus bombs. Under the penetrating white phosphorus that is scattered and sputtered, the bodies of one beast after another are pierced and burned.

The front of Carhart City seems to be a purgatory of flames mixed with cannonballs, but this dense line of fire does indeed block those beasts in front and continue to annihilate them.

"Go to hell, monster!!!!"

The imperial city guard took his younger brother, put the MG42 on the trench, aimed at the ferocious monsters, and pulled the trigger fiercely.

The sound like a chainsaw sounded one after another on the battlefield, and along with it was a fiery line of fire. Thousands of bullets slammed into the dense muscle tissue of those beasts, leaving behind on their bodies. A wound like briquettes.

As if it had started a beginning, the tearing sound of bullets spewing out of the muzzle on the battlefield sounded like a rainstorm, and countless bullets shredded the monster in front of him and the enemy in front of him.

The Jermak clones who marched under the cover of beasts were met with a complete saturated artillery fire attack. There was no tactics, no strategy, and some just crazy inclined firepower to smash everything in front of them to shards!

There are no sea powerhouses here, not even a supernova, but these ordinary people who have been ignored and despised in the past have fired terrifying firepower comparable to the Four Emperors.

Carhart City, which was fully open, almost razed everything in front of it under this crazy firepower. This picture of modern warfare deeply shocked all the people on the other end of the projection phone bug.

"The world is changing and the form of warfare is facing a massive change."

No. 6 spread his hands, facing the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke and flesh and blood, mourning and exploding, and said loudly

"From knives, spears, swords and halberds, from physique and boxing, from domineering six styles, the war in this world is constantly changing, and only those who adapt to the war situation in the new era are qualified to share a piece of their own cake in the future world!"

"Guns, these things that were ignored by you in the past are considered by you to be nothing but useless formations piled up by the cannon fodder. From today onwards, they will become an important link in the future war situation!"

"Gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen! The era when the strong decides the outcome of the war has passed. The next era belongs to us, to the burning fire of war!!!"

Six clenched his fists and roared loudly

"Look, that's the future of war! Hundreds of millions of turrets, hundreds of millions of red lotuses, the protagonists who can threaten the sea with the mediocre and incompetent. This is war, not a petty treasure hunt! This is war, enough to determine world hegemony war!"

In Dressrosa Palace, Doflamingo, who covered the frenzied firepower in his eyes, clenched his fists, and Baby5 moved his throat with difficulty, and then asked

"Young Master, our weapon order—"

"Ten times!" Doflamingo waved his hand arrogantly.

"How much does he sell, how much do we want!!!"

The Five Old Stars are naturally watching this 'war', and they glanced at each other, already aware of the changes in the war situation.

These new firearms and artillery, perhaps they may not be able to threaten the strong like the Four Emperors and Seven Martial Seas, but they can make the war of the army turn upside down.

And if there is enough firepower, it might be impossible to kill those powerhouses at sea?

"Inform Bordeaux that we have approved the land and factory permit he applied for, and we will increase the purchase volume of the weapons he leaves by tenfold - no, tell Bordeaux that his weapon factory has been changed to be dedicated to the navy and the world. The government, how much, how much we want!"

The 'Gandhi' of the Five Old Stars can't wait to place a super order that may far exceed all the profits of Mu Feng from the beginning to the present. They have decided to execute Fire Fist Ace, and Whitebeard will definitely return to the prison at that time. In this case Next, they must put better and newer equipment for the navy!

"It can't be exclusively for us, and his order is probably already scheduled for next year."

The "Lincoln" of the Five Old Stars calmly analyzed

"The rats in the underground world have taken a fancy to these weapons and want to attack countries that are not members of the world government. It doesn't matter, but they have too many orders. I'm afraid of the production capacity of the Anaheim company in Puerto Rico. Can't keep up."

"Warning those guys, just withdraw the order!"

'Gandhi' said indifferently, anyway, in the eyes of the Five Old Stars, the so-called dark emperors who shook the underground world were all rats.

"That depends on Puerto de la Poirot's attitude - but no matter what, we have to adjust our attitude towards him."

The Five Old Stars' 'Gorbachev' concludes

Mu Feng also saw the performance of this battlefield, but unlike those shocked customers, he was very dissatisfied with this performance.

According to the standards of modern warfare, this firepower is at most the level of the Middle East gangsters - the real firepower of modern warfare, from the opening to the present, only the scorched and burned scorched earth within ten kilometers ahead.

In fact, he also prepared a 'big' baby, a cloud bomb, but looking at the current situation, I am afraid that there is no chance to play.

"Hmph... stupid tactics."

Vinsmoke Ichi looked at the far end of the battlefield, which was completely covered by firepower, and snorted lightly, but the contempt he used to be disdainful and proud of in the past could not be said this time.

This firepower is indeed terrifying enough that their elite clone corps didn't even have time to show their strength and combat literacy - after all, no matter how powerful these things are, they are meaningless under the firepower within the coverage area.

He himself was almost hit by a flying sniper rifle just now, and his cloak made of expensive memory wire had a hole in it. If it hit the forehead, he would most likely die.

"Abandon these clones, let them go as many as they can - as for us, execute plan B."

Iji looked at his two younger brothers and took out a black soda can from his waist

"Do you have to use this? I hate black." Nidge complained, and took out the same black soda can

"Hey, I think we should hate people who should have used this..."

Yuji laughed maliciously and opened the jar.

After a burst of light, the three people who were there disappeared without a trace.

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ps: Two-in-one chapter, begging for votes! !

Section 66 30. Germa's Beheading

"...Huh, my head hurts."

In the golden lion's empty island, in the luxurious palace that belongs to him alone, Mu Feng climbed out of the blooming bud of the spiritual slave machine, and lay on the luxurious big bed beside him, rubbing his head in pain with his eyes closed.

Controlling the Prayer Hands remotely is not an easy task. Dispersing one's spirit in multiple directions, and at the same time controlling at least two of them, is a huge torment to the spirit.

If it wasn't for the suit of Qing Dawn, his cold spirit shielded the negative influence of perceptual divergent thinking, and with his own mental ability, it was impossible to precisely control a praying hand.

But everything has pros and cons. Wearing Dawn Qing's suit and using the spiritual slave machine is tantamount to having a double additive vicious effect on his emotional spirit.

Therefore, twenty-four hours a day, he can only use the mental slave machine for no more than ten hours at most, and for the rest of the time, he must rest hard, think hard about feelings, and wake up his sensibility.

"Unjust referees, workers, 996 good news, house prices that are not allowed to fall, betrothal gifts saved for half a lifetime..."

He closed his eyes and thought about the emotional nodes that once made him feel a lot of 'emotional'. Although most of them were bad things with negative energy, there was no way. Compared with the good things about positive emotions, it was easier to recall negative emotions.

Negative emotions are also emotions. Emotions are not good or bad. Anger and excitement are just a thin line.

The more he thought about those annoying things, the more bad emotions he felt in his heart. At this moment, he really had the urge to just give up.

But fortunately, he can still have some good things in his mind.

For example... the girl who is as quiet and clingy as a ragdoll.

Perhaps it is the so-called distance that produces beauty. After not seeing this girl for a while, Mu Feng felt a lonely yearning for her in his heart.

I like the girl's gentle character, her voice, and all her gestures. When you miss someone, everything about her will become a virtue.

Such a feeling should be love.

In a broad sense, this is indeed the case. It is normal for boys and girls, and young Muai, to meet each other and have yearning and love for the opposite sex.

But, love is one thing, responsibility is another. Boyfriends and girlfriends also means taking part of the responsibility, but Mu Feng... He doesn't know if he can afford it.

He opened his eyes and looked at a bright light stone hanging on the golden-red dome that served as a lamp. The soft light emitted was like a tulle spread by the gentle moonlight, and he let out a long breath.

He should have made it clear that, whether it is or not, he should always give her an answer. It's just that if the answer is yes, he can't give a stable enough promise. If the answer is no, he is a little reluctant.

It is human nature to be indecisive. People are like this. They always think that if they continue, the situation will be better, there will be a turnaround, and there may be opportunities.

However—although he is indecisive, he must make a decision. Mu Feng patted his face. After this One Piece evaluation world is over, no matter what the result is, he must make a decision.

Hmm... Why did I think of these bad things again, change my thinking, change my thinking.

"The home that I can't go back to, the parents and family who don't know what to do, the **** commission, the stupid system..."

When I think about these negative emotions, the more negative emotions fill my heart.

"Hey, hey, don't just diss me if you don't mind." The system complained.

"It's not what I forced you to take, it's the company's decision."

Mu Feng ignored it, and he was used to a voice that suddenly popped out of his head to speak and complain.

The Prayer Hand No. 7 in the autonomous control mode came with today's dinner. This raw material is an old pirate's Prayer Hand with extremely stiff movements. Obviously, it is the result of the decrease in the control accuracy of Mu Feng's mental ability.

The food that was delivered was tasted by Prayer to ensure that it was absolutely non-toxic, and Mu Feng could always make it in the place for his little life without leakage.

After the silent eating, Mu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to resume his meditation, a huge pain suddenly struck.

The originally aching brain became even more painful under this unexplained severe pain. The part of the temple seemed to be pierced by two sharp silver needles constantly. The pervasive pain made him almost scream.

Not only that, his blood pressure also rose sharply at this time, his pulse became fast and frequent, and his heart beat as if someone was playing drums there!

"Damn, again, up again..."

Mu Feng's lips were pale, and he bit his lower lip tightly, scarlet blood seeping from his lips, and his palm full of blue veins beat the edge of the bed fiercely.

This is the withdrawal reaction.

In order to deal with Kaido, he injected a gamma-glycine mental stabilization potion into his body. This mental enhancement potion specially designed for strengthening people brings extremely strong addiction.

That is a terrible addiction than any unique product, because this drug directly acts on the neurons of the brain, and the dependence and addiction brought about by it are also increased by several times!

A strong withdrawal reaction will make your life worse than death when you cut off your confession, or even make you die in a strong withdrawal reaction.

Mu Feng's nails were deeply embedded in the palm of his hand, and blood flowed from the wound in the palm of his hand. He shivered and tore off a sheet and stuffed it into his mouth.

bump! bump! bump!

One after another, the dull thumping sound echoed in the resplendent room, getting stronger and louder.

"Woo!!! Woo!!! Woo!!!"

Mu Feng, who was biting on the cloth tightly, rolled his eyes up, only to feel that he was in purgatory, the cells all over his body were whining, and the disordered brain nerves created terrifying illusions around him!

He saw those who died under the weapons he sold, those unjust souls, he saw countless ferocious evil spirits, dragging his legs and dragging him into hell.

His pupils were bloodshot, and he tightly guarded his sober consciousness to avoid this terrible hallucination!

But the most difficult thing is not the terrible torture brought about by the withdrawal reaction.

The most difficult thing is the shortcut to liberation.

As long as he wears the equipment of Qingliang now, his absolutely cold thinking will make him stay away from these terrifying illusions to the greatest extent, and even directly, spend a negligible price to exchange for a needle of mental stability strengthening potion, he will be able to get rid of this immediately. a bad state.

But no, absolutely not.

Mu Feng is now recovering from 'drugs'. He must rely on his willpower to overcome the addiction and withdrawal reactions brought about by the spiritual strengthening medicine. Only by relying on himself to survive can he be considered safe.

I don't know how long has passed, the sound of beating the edge of the bed in the silent palace gradually became stronger, and now it has weakened to inaudible.

Mu Feng stretched out his limbs like a dead fish and lay on his back with a big letter, the sweat almost completely soaked the leaflet under him, except for the sound of gasping, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger now.

"Thirty minutes and forty-eight seconds, the withdrawal reaction time this time is five minutes shorter than the last time."

The system came out silently, and said softly in words of perhaps congratulations

"You can get rid of this side effect after a few more tries."

"But it's still a cure for the symptoms, not the root cause..." Mu Feng raised his arms to cover his face with difficulty, panting.

"Even if detoxification is successful with willpower, the possibility of subsequent relapse will be greatly improved, and... even if this drug is completely withdrawn, my nerves will be irreversibly damaged."