In the dark night, there were surging waves behind Lenin, and the five red stars on the bow of the ship appeared and faintly among the waves.

Several months after the Black Swan Port incident, the Lenin sailed into the Arctic Ocean in a leisurely and leisurely manner and completed a decent "scientific investigation". Shortly after it left, the Soviet Union officially announced its disintegration, and the huge ship disappeared completely in the army. No one knew where it went.

And now, it has traveled across the Bering Strait and headed southwest for a long time, and its final destination is near the Japanese territorial waters.

This is a long journey, and even a lie has to be completed with great effort. As the person on the ship who has officially taken over the supreme command, Mr. Chen actually has no experience in sailing, and most things still need the original captain to help.

Mr. Chen sat in the captain's room and looked at the sea surface that seemed to have never changed. He was the Chinese man who had divided the four spoils and missed his hometown very much at this moment. Because many of the things on the ship were directly inherited from the arrangements of the Lenin or the warship, including the chef. The Soviets' heavy mouths really made him, a person who was used to eating the Jiangnan water town, and he now wanted to eat a bowl of hot dry noodles.

He rushed into the captain's room with rapid steps, and the sailor gasped: "Mr. Chen...Mr. Chen, we think you need to come to the cabin to take a look!"

Now everyone on the ship knows that they no longer belong to the Soviet Union. The new employer provided dozens of times the salary and benefits that were before, and also gave stricter confidentiality requirements. The duty of the soldier is to obey orders, and Mr. Chen can easily control the warship and everything about it.

"What happened?" Mr. Chen frowned slightly and asked in a Russian language that he had not learned for a long time. He exchanged glances with the captain and walked out of the porthole.

If a warship has abnormal situations, it will be communicated with radio in most cases. If everything is dependent on manpower, it will be over if something happens to the ship. If it is necessary to report it in person, it can only mean that the matter cannot be explained in the communication equipment and has exceeded the control of the sailors. They need senior personnel to command in person before they dare to take action.

"Our supplies are almost gone!" Datou Bing looked nervous. He should be the youngest sailor on this warship, and he was doing some chores.

At first, Mr. Chen thought something big had happened, but when he heard this, he felt half nervous. From the beginning of his departure to the final destination, he was nervous. Now when he heard this, he felt like a group of Italians told him on the battlefield that they had to eat pizza before they could fight. It was really a loss!

"If I remember correctly, the ship was originally loaded with enough supplies for the port for half a year." Mr. Chen said, "Are you eating up all the inventory?"

The Navy is a very expensive unit. In addition to their equipment, they usually eat very high-end, because they carry enough supplies in the cabin. Unlike the Army, they are really busy and may not even eat hot food. Mr. Chen has seen with his own eyes that the barbecue these Soviet sailors ate whole pieces, and each piece is as big as a plate. When he heard this news, he had to wonder if they had been secretly ruined by them.

"It's not what we did, it's... I don't know what it is! It's strange!" Mr. Chen's Russian proficiency is a temporary cram, and sometimes the sailors don't understand it. The young sailors are racking their brains to explain to Mr. Chen in his few English attempts.

He handed a frozen fish to Mr. Chen, and the fish was still covered with some broken ice, which was taken from the freezer compartment.

Mr. Chen understood why the sailor looked so frightened. The fish had traces of being torn by something. The things placed in the freezing compartment were covered with ice. The thing was eaten directly with the ice and raw fish. It was behaving like a wild beast, leaving some uneven marks on the fish. It could be seen that it was teeth, very sharp, like a row of gun clusters, which was obviously not something that mice could do, not to mention that the Lenin had specially raised cats.

"Is it a polar bear?" Mr. Chen first thought of the wild beasts, because the Lenin had indeed been to the Arctic Ocean, and the sailors disguised as scientific research personnel. Some even took photos with the polar bears. But how could such a stupid and silly thing go over the bow of the Lenin and enter the ship?

"Absolutely impossible." The sailor shook his head firmly. "The scene was destroyed very much. All frozen food was bitten and discarded. This is not in line with the eating habits of animals."

"Take me to see." After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Chen made a decision. He held the current supreme command of the Lenin. It is necessary to deal with this in person to avoid affecting the real plan of the Lenin.

In the cabin, several sailors were talking to each other in the freezer. Mr. Chen's arrival made them salute the military. Mr. Chen waved his hand, meaning that there was no need to do so. These people used to be soldiers, but now they no longer belong to the Soviet Union. They were just sailors on the Lenin. There was no need to follow the rules of the past.

The real situation in the freezing cabin is more tragic than what the sailor described. It looks like it was robbed by a bank robber not long ago, and then a packet of explosives was thrown away before leaving. Mr. Chen could not find any display racks standing there, all the bags, wooden boxes, and metal products were all broken and devastated. Every step he took, he could hear the wailing thing under his feet. During this period, he even stepped on a frozen fish pressed under the wooden chips. Mr. Chen almost fell down his butt. Fortunately, the sailor who came with him was quick-eyed and held it up.

When it looks like this, the invaders are obviously not beasts. They come simply for food, and they are more like looking for something... rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

At this time, Mr. Chen suddenly heard a crisp sound, "bang", as if a crack in the glass was cracked. But how could there be glass in the freezer compartment?

Mr. Chen turned his head and looked at the large ice cubes in the corner of the freezer. It was because of their existence that he could artificially create such a long-term low-temperature environment to preserve food. Things like raw fish are frozen directly in the ice to ensure maximum fresh taste.

Suddenly cracks appeared on the surface of the ice, as if something was about to break out of the ground. Mr. Chen instantly felt a fatal danger, and the surging dragon power came from there. The bloodline in his body was rushing because of this close call!

Before he could speak, the sailor beside him had already pulled his strap and picked up the AK47 rifle and aimed it at the ice cube. The onlookers outside also rushed in, loading their weapons at the direction of the source of movement.

There was a group of such military commissions around him who were ready for battle without Mr. Chen's order. Two of the sailors even carried fragmented grenades for infantry. If necessary, they could immediately withdraw from the freezing cabin and then use the grenade to blast it inside. The power of that thing would not penetrate the deck of the cabin, but it could blow the living things into charred hedgehogs.

The ice cube shattered in the explosion, not because a soldier had already thrown the grenade out by hand, but because the thing inside took the initiative to break the ice out, because it sensed danger!

Countless ice slags splashed in all directions, and an unknown black shadow appeared in the ice cube, wearing a tattered gray tweed coat, suspected to be a human. Dozens of bullets shot towards the black shadow, but the black shadow was extremely fast and his movements were even more incredible. He showed a posture similar to that of flying eaves and walls in martial arts novels, and rushed towards the wall quickly. He could stomp the gravity with one step, and finally he could even hang upside down on the ceiling and run towards the cabin door.

The sailors were shocked. The agility of this thing was amazing. A few AK47s could not do anything to him. His actions were faster than the shooting reactions of the soldiers. The barrage was always behind him.

In an instant, the black shadow approached the crowd from the ceiling, and rushed down with one foot, like a predatory eagle.

"Does go!" Mr. Chen kicked the soldiers around him away because he discovered that the target of this black shadow was himself. If there were anyone around him, it would affect his attack.

With both hands in his back, Mr. Chen flipped his wrist and started silently with two short knives. The hilt of the left hand was white and one black, and the hilt of the right hand was black and one white. The two Yin and Yang fish merged together to make it a Tai Chi diagram.

In the ancient Chinese history of dragon slaying, Taoism played an important role. It was a local religion. It began to integrate into the mixed race very early, providing a lot of alchemy support for the dragon slaying warriors in ancient China.

The Yin-Yang Knife in Mr. Chen's hand is an alchemy weapon passed down from ancient times. It can effectively target things with dragon blood. The wounds left by this pair of black and white knives will temporarily slow down the dragon's self-healing ability, and the blade is covered with mercury coating.

The shadow was hidden in the coat and was wearing a windproof mask on his head. Mr. Chen could not see how he attacked, but the Taiji masters were never preemptive. They were used to using static to control their movements and make a big move.

Mr. Chen first threw the white knife in his left hand towards the black shadow. At such a close distance, he would definitely not be able to avoid it. The moment the white knife contacted the black shadow, Mr. Chen heard the sound of cutting metal. Although he had not seen it, it was enough to help him judge the position of the other party's murder weapon.

The black knife followed closely and hit the black shadow's weapon accurately. Through the clothes, you could see Mr. Chen's arm muscles bulge. The black knife was like a ghostly wedge, which stuck Black Shadow's movements. If the black shadow did not give up his weapon, he would have to be pulled and smashed to the floor by Mr. Chen's flowing water. The force he was rushing down was borrowed by Mr. Chen in a submissive way.

The black shadow suddenly turned around, and took Mr. Chen's black knife as the fulcrum and kicked Mr. Chen's arm with a kick, successfully escaped from the Tai Chi traction and jumped to the ceiling again. This time, Mr. Chen finally saw clearly that the black shadow was not anti-gravity, but his feet had evolved into a reptile sole similar to the dragon clan form, and his sharp claws could be directly inserted into the steel plate. Cutting metal is so easy that it is impossible to imagine what it would look like when cutting the human body.

The barrage of AK47 pounced on the ceiling again, and the black shadow made a sharp roar. Facing the barrage, the bullet hit him and made a ping-pong sound. Only a few bullets could hit some places by coincidence, and a few drops of blood splashed out from the hole of the black shadow coat.

Mr. Chen exclaimed and asked these soldiers to evacuate and close the hatch door. This is not the combat power that ordinary people can deal with opponents. The target shows, at least the high-risk bloodline above level A. According to the degree of this dragon transformation, it is no different from Deadpool.

But he realized it was too late. The black shadow fell into the crowd, just like an eagle rushing into the nest of a bird, with bright sharp claws stretching out under his coat, and swaying in the crowd. Every time he passed by someone, it would bring bloody streamers. The black shadow's attack was extremely fierce, and all attacks were a killing one blow, directly destroying human internal organs, so that no sailor could maintain his combat effectiveness and would fall down in an instant.

Mr. Chen wanted to do something, but it was too late. He could only watch the sailors die one after another, and could not even wail. Some people had their hearts removed, but they didn't realize their death. They just stared at Mr. Chen in horror, hoping that he could give some more instructions so that everyone could kill this bastard monster.

The thick and fishy blood connected into a red tide on the frost floor. The black shadow stepped on the blood and turned his head to look at Mr. Chen. His bones were no longer humans. He could face forward like an owl and look at the back at 180 degrees. The black shadow deliberately used this gaze like a wolf to give Mr. Chen psychological pressure.

"Who are you?" Mr. Chen felt that this guy looked familiar. He seemed to have seen the ragged coat somewhere.

"I'm curious, right?" The black shadow laughed. His laughter was strange, crunching, reminding people of a rotten corpse that was biting his upper and lower jaws, mocking Mr. Chen's ignorance.

He took off his mask, opened his coat, and showed his true face. Black bone spurs pierced his skin, and most parts of his body were covered with scales. His mouth was cracked like a snake, and his thorny teeth were protruding and forked tongue. Only the face with a curly beard like an old tree can tell that he was once a human.

"Her...Zog?"

Mr. Chen's question was even a little uncertain, because the main contact with Dr. Herzog in Black Swan Port was the Bondalev, and the information was basically transmitted by him. The others had only met Herzog at the end, and their memory of this guy was not very deep.

"Yes, it's me, I'm still alive!" Herzog grinded his teeth and sucked blood, showing a ferocious laugh. Every word he said creaked like an evil ghost biting his vengeful teeth.

Mr. Chen shivered slowly. This scene seemed to be a ghost. He saw Bondalev sending a whole magazine bullet into Herzog's body with his own eyes. In the end, he was the one who buried the body with an iron shovel. He could say with great certainty that Herzog's body had lost all his vital signs at that time, and he was not an inscrutable person in his work.
Chapter completed!