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Chapter 24: What if I don't have a brain?

Letterson stuck out his tongue: "Originally, it could be converted into power by relying on wind energy, but without wind here, it would be impossible to achieve full automaticity."

"so?"

Sherlock looked at Letterson suspiciously.

Letterson rolled up his sleeves and raised his arms to reveal his biceps he met: "I also designed a backup energy converter, but everyone needs to do their best."

“Standby Energy Converter?”

Sherlock followed Letterson down to the lower level of the cabin and saw a row of devices similar to multi-person bicycles.

"Relying on everyone's exercise to generate power can replace wind energy."

Letterson showed it personally excitedly, and Jinhu followed him behind him and stepped on a bicycle together. He looked so good, sticking out his tongue and sweating, and he didn't want to get off.

Sherlock gave Lightson a thumbs up: "That's it, Laubron, ask everyone to step on it."

Laubron gathered the crew, a total of 22 people, and started to ride bicycles, as if a group of muscular men had entered the gym and had also chosen electric bicycle projects.

"Where is Aaron?"

Sherlock asked intentionally.

"I didn't see him when I woke up, and I guessed that I was taken away by Cap."

said Laubron.

Sherlock pretended to sigh and acted as a big brother in front of the pirates.

"Brother, let's go together, there are so many people and great power."

Seeing that Sherlock was about to leave the cabin, Letterson waved.

Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly, looking at the cabin full of déjà vu, she covered her chest: "The wound is cracked, I'll deal with it."

"Captain, I'll help you see."

The ship doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and prepared to get off the bicycle.

Sherlock waved his hand: "No, I can do it myself."

What else did the boat doctor want to say? He was locked by Letterson's sharp eyes: "Do you want to be lazy?"

"No, no."

The ship doctor said awkwardly.

Sherlock returned to the captain's room, took a shower, and took out the medical box to clean the wound.

He remembered the drama actor he arranged to be in Lipu Port. In order to avoid being suspicious of Meti, he arranged a person with a similar body shape to his appearance to replace him, continued to attend the Baron banquet, and sent Meti home to dispel the navy's doubts.

In fact, even if Meti doesn't show up in the revolving restaurant, he can escape unscathed. He has already made plans and arrangements. After all, he is now a wanted criminal with a high bounty. In addition, he is very lucky and has to be careful in everything.

The entire Lipu Port incident was under the control of Sherlock, but the only unexpected thing was Cap.

Fortunately, I became wise in a hurry and solved the problem.

If I really want to be sent to the Propulsion City, I am really not sure to escape.

Leah D. Houston is a person with a particularly ostentatious personality. He is domineering at sea and offended not only official personnel, but also many pirates whose interests are damaged.

If Sherlock wants to live well, he has to wipe Houston's butt first, so he used the Bounty Hunter's intelligence network to collect all the information about these pirates in 6 years.

This time, it happened to be served with the help of the Navy.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the Navy is powerless to some pirates after obtaining intelligence, but conservatively estimated that at least half of them can be eliminated.

Sherlock felt relieved in an instant, but he didn't know the information he provided. After the Navy captured these pirates, the bounty would be considered for him. It was probably unlucky.

Sherlock entered the system and asked Pipicia's relative who was stealing Bailey.

I saw him holding a pot of green Bailey and eating happily. The scene was very strange.

"Gold-swallowing beast, if I provide information and the Navy catches people, is this bounty my wealth value?"

Sherlock squatted down and asked.

Pipicia's kiss was startled and turned to look at Sherlock: "I won't say hello when I come in, I'll scare us to death. If you want to do this again, I will forbid you to enter."

"What you eat is the Bailey I earned."

Sherlock picked up its ears, Pipicia swallowed her saliva and said, "For sure, as long as the information provided by you and the Navy catches people, even if you don't give you a bounty, the system will automatically increase your wealth value."

Sherlock's eyes shined, and it seemed that he had found the secret to becoming rich.

His own intelligence network can be considered to be monetized. He only needs to sell the information of other pirates to successfully earn wealth! He doesn’t need to do it himself!

It is best not to go anywhere when your luck is not up to 31.

After exiting the system, he looked at the strawberry hairpins quietly placed on the white square table: "Thanks to Little Lisa this time."

Sherlock recalled these two battles, whether it was the "shaving" performed by Navy Colonel Cosius or the iron fist of Captain Love, he realized that the ability of the Demon Fruit was not omnipotent.

The six styles of the Navy are interesting, I want to learn!

Sherlock didn't know if this technique was present in the system, but he didn't see it in the primary mall, maybe his level was not enough.

Sherlock stood up, walked out of the captain's room, and came to the deck.

“Laurbron.”

"captain."

Laubron appeared behind Sherlock like a ghost, "What are you going to give?"

"Get me some shells."

Sherlock ordered.

He wanted to get back all of Houston's childhood, including the skills that Captain taught him that he had not learned.

Sherlock must learn it.

Laubron carried a box of shells onto the deck and looked at Sherlock with a little confusion: "Captain, the ammunition you want."

Sherlock took off his coat, picked up a shell, imitated Garp's actions, and threw it out.

"Fist bone meteorite".

The shells fell into the sea like meteorites and exploded.

The airflow generated after the explosion can spread several miles away.

This power and distance are far less than that of Karp's "fist bone meteorite".

Sherlock threw the bomb again.

Laubron looked at Sherlock in surprise: "Captain, you learn it after you read it."

No, I've read it more than once, I've read it countless times... Sherlock answered in his heart.

From sunrise to sunset, Sherlock collapsed in a mahogany chair and Laubron gave him a cup of coffee.

"Have you added sugar?"

Sherlock asked.

Laubron nodded: "Double sugar."

Sherlock nodded slightly and took a sip of coffee.

After a quarter of an hour off, he left the deck and came to the second floor training room and began to practice "The Iron Fist of Love".

Actually, it is practicing armed and domineering.

Sherlock practiced for one night without any progress.

The next morning, he fell asleep exhausted, and in his dream, he seemed to return to his childhood in Houston.

Cap is educating him with his iron fist of love.

His punching action and method were played back in Sherlock's mind like slow motion.

Sherlock suddenly stood up and woke up.

He continued to practice according to the method he had in his dream, but still failed.

Sherlock shook his head and sighed: "Old man, what's the problem?"

After everyone's sleepless efforts, the Evil Susan stayed in the Wind-Ware Belt for a month and finally arrived on the great route.

On the first day of entering the Great Way, everyone except Sherlock and Laubron were so tired that they couldn't lift their feet, and felt that their legs were no longer their own.

In addition to the chef on the boat, he did not escape the fate of cycling. His fat belly was a little thinner and he became slim.

"Brother, I suddenly remembered an important thing."

Letterson said, sitting cross-legged on the ground, touching his chin.

Sherlock raised his left eyebrow: "What?"

"I built a robot before. As long as I installed solar cells, I could let the robot ride a bicycle and create power."

Letterson said.

Sherlock actually knew it for a long time, but he was willing to stay in Wufeng for a month and waited until his luck increased, so he simply didn't say it out, but Letterson was a brainless person and helped him inadvertently.
Chapter completed!
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