Pirate Family

Lola's white and slender fingers pointed to a part of the blueprint.

"Here, it can be simplified a lot, but the design is so bloated. Is it to show off your own technology?"

"And here, I don't understand why adding a central inflection point here, is it a waste of energy?"

"And this wing, didn't the designer consider air resistance? Such a thin design, is it because the butterfly's body is too heavy, and must reduce a little weight elsewhere?"

...

Lola mentioned many shortcomings in one breath, but Lorne's face became more and more gloomy.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Lola noticed something wrong with Lorne, and quickly apologized. "I can't help it when I see these delicate instruments."

"It's okay, you continue." Lorne took a deep breath. He originally thought that the old man was just lazy, but he didn't expect that the "Dead Dream Butterfly" he created had so many shortcomings.

Is he playing me, Lorne, like a monkey?

"That's it," Lola stuck out her tongue playfully. "Actually, regardless of the shortcomings on the drawing, the design concept of this little thing is very good! To be honest, even in Roxor, I have never seen such a delicate thing."

"If possible, I would really like to meet the person who proposed this theory, he is definitely a master of mechanics!"

There was a trace of admiration in Lola's eyes. Although the finished product is very rough, only even a craftsman can understand what this blueprint means.

"Is that so?" Lorne nodded. Gage is an absolute genius and has made great achievements in many fields. It's not surprising that Lola has this feeling of being on top of the mountain.

"I can let you meet him," Lorne said slowly. "At the same time, I also hired you to be the chief craftsman of our family."

"Is it really possible!" Lola's eyes sparkled, and she was just about to agree. But he thought of something, and his expression darkened.

"Unfortunately, the current Roxor people have long been involuntary."

"Ski's third team has been stationed in the Loxor Sea area. After the news of Gus' death is sent back, I'm afraid they are already on their way to Loxor Island."

Lola said with lingering fear that she was actually not optimistic about the resistance of the craftsmen, because she had witnessed the strength of those people with her own eyes.

The mini zoo and the mechanical island are twin islands, and the residents of the island live in harmony with the small animals in the zoo.

But since those people came, things have changed. The man who claimed to be the captain of the third team of Shiji Pirates seemed to be able to control the animals in the zoo. Those harmless animals turned into ferocious beasts in a blink of an eye.

The ferocious beasts easily broke through the defense of Loxo Island, and the man firmly controlled the island in his own hands. Anyone who dared to resist him would be killed.

This time, it will be the same, right? Lola thought dejectedly.

Seeing Lola like this, Lorne probably understood what she was thinking.

"Are you afraid of that person?" Lorne said with a smile. "I'm afraid of the so-called captain of the third team of the Golden Lion Pirates."

"Yes." Lola nodded. The man was a complete fuck off, no limit, and the crimes committed against Roxor were too numerous to list.

Gus was like a saint compared to him!

"Then," Lorne stood up and patted Lola's shoulder lightly.

"If I hang him from the clock in the central square and let him atone for his sins. Will you work for me?"

...

Machinery Island, South City, in a manor.

The bearded man, one of the three craftsmen, was sitting in his study, talking to someone with a phone bug.

"I have done what you asked, when will you come to help us?"

"The place where Breed is stationed is only two days away from Loxor Island. Now their army is already halfway. If you don't come here quickly, Loxor Island will not be able to resist those vicious pirates at all."

"Huh," a woman's voice came from the phone bug, and she said slowly after a long while.

"Mr. Great Craftsman, I'm afraid you have misunderstood something."

"When did we say we would send troops to help you?"

"Come on, just kidding." Cold sweat dripped from the bearded face. He regained his composure and forced a smile.

"Now is not the time to joke. If you don't send people over, the entire Loxor Island will be destroyed by that demon Breed!"

"Mr. Great Craftsman," a female voice said slowly on the other end of the phone bug.

"In this twisted sea, the only one who can save himself is himself."

"If you pin your hopes on others, you won't be able to get out of the abyss."

"What we gave you is just a seed of resistance."

beep beep.

The bearded man hung up the phone angrily, and slammed his fist on the table.

"This stinky bitch is playing with us!" His face was full of despair at this moment. But after a while, he suddenly stood up and said firmly.

"But one thing, she's right."

"In this chaotic sea, people can only save themselves!"

...

On a small island in the new world, inside a tent in a temporary camp.

A woman with a cigarette in her mouth slowly put down the phone bug and exhaled a puff of smoke.

She wore a pair of sunglasses and cut her lavender hair short, looking extremely capable.

But she was dressed very sexy, with a short-sleeved shirt over her upper body.

"Sure enough, I've been hated again, Betty." Behind her, a person completely covered himself in the cloak said slowly.

"Actually, you don't have to hit them like this."

"A lamb that has been kept in captivity for a long time will not have the idea of ​​resistance," the woman called Betty took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Unless they see what kind of life their companions in the grassland lead."

"If the people of Roxor are unwilling to resist, no matter how much I can encourage them, it won't help, my lord leader!"

"It's up to you." The man covered in the cloak slowly stood up.

"Mr. Caesar is on the verge of finding the last slab."

"Isn't this very good? After all, that is the long-cherished wish of Lord Caesar." Betty said in surprise, those "stone slabs" were scattered all over the world, and some were even controlled by the forces of the Four Emperors.

Lord Caesar was able to gather them all so quickly. It should be said that he deserves to be the one!

"But I'm worried," the cloaked man pushed open the door and walked out slowly.

"I feel that this matter is not that simple. I'm going to see if I can help you."

"After all, Mr. Caesar has been 'gracious as a mountain' to us."

He gently took off his cloak, revealing the ambitious face inside, and the red tattoo on his left cheek.