Let me think about it, what is the posture for playing baseball?

Pick up the snowball with one hand, raise it to your ear, turn your body sideways. Take a step back with your right foot, and then prepare to throw the ball. Annick takes a deep breath, lifts his left leg, leans back, and then quickly

He took a small step forward with his left leg, and using the inertia of his body and the strength of his arms, he smashed the snowball in his hand towards one of the four people.

"Snapped!"

Even without the use of magic power, with the superhuman quality of Annick and the bonus of his baseball pitching posture, the specially made one-pound snowball that is tightly pinched is comparable to a brick.

The unlucky guy who was hit by Annick happened to be hit in the head and slowly fell to the ground.

"Who, who is attacking us?" Arthur turned around quickly.

"Bang!" When he turned around, Annick had already thrown the second ball and killed one again.

"He's there, why is he so stunned? He's fighting back."

Arthur was furious and ordered the only remaining guy to prepare for a counterattack.

The two snowballs thrown randomly in an emergency were completely missed, and Annick easily dodged them.

"The third ball, good ball."

Annick said as he threw the third snowball, which hit the last boy straight up.

"Can we have a big birthday?"

The expected big four hit missed. Just after Annick threw it, Arthur led the boy next to him to block it.

"Young man, you actually used your little brother to block the gun, not the ball."

Annick spat in disdain.

Arthur didn't pay much attention. As an old policeman, he naturally knew that these freaks he called were not ordinary people. He raised his hands to express.

"Surrender. Anyway, Inspector, your snowball is gone and your anger is gone. Let's just consider us losing today's game."

If you lose, how can you do this? If you don't leave a deep impression on these people, Annick feels that it is not enough to shock them.

"No, Chief Arthur, let's play something big."

"Teleport."

Annick appeared on Arthur's left side, and then pulled him to jump off the three-story rooftop.

"Ah, ah. I'm going to die."

Arthur was face down in the air, looking at the ground getting closer and closer, screaming in fear.

"Teleport!"

Annick and Arthur disappeared into the air the moment they touched the ground, and then appeared in the shoveled snow on both sides of the road in an instant.

Looking at Arthur, who was holding his ankle with one hand and his head facing down, Annick smiled.

"How about it, is Sheriff Arthur's trip exciting?"

Arthur was obviously still scared and whispered: "It's exciting, just don't play it again."

"Oh, let me give you a giant snowball."

After Annick finished speaking, he inserted Arthur's upper body into the snowdrift, leaving his lower body struggling in the air.

Nolbe seemed to have forgotten the bag on his head and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, these guys are really funny. They were so arrogant just now, are they now acting like a gorilla standing upside down in the toilet?"

"Let's go, go back. Today you go and pack up what needs to be purchased. By the way, our office building needs to be repaired." Annick greeted his three new subordinates and walked back. It is the simplest and most effective way to establish relationships.

Just go together and beat up the common enemy.

"Your Highness, the sample issue of December's "Person of the Century" was sent. They were very happy when you agreed to be their Person of the Year. They even specially put you on the entire cover. There was no problem and they published it accordingly.

"

Mrs. Ruinan, the head maid, handed over a large, beautifully made magazine. On the cover, she was smiling, wearing a crown, and sitting on a throne.

"The wisest princess, isn't this cover line a bit exaggerated?"

Elizabeth was a little blushing. She had reached a deal with "Century Man" magazine to publish Mr. Detective's ideas about new battleships in all supplements of the magazine. The price was to cooperate with them in taking a photo and doing an exclusive interview.

"Mrs. Ruinan, is this deal okay?"

Mrs. Ruinan replied while tidying up Elizabeth's hair: "Why not? It does not violate relevant regulations for members of the royal family to accept unpaid interviews and not talk about supporting any political party. Only your pen pal's assumptions. As a reader,

Of course I have the right to submit articles to the magazine, but I just asked you to forward them."

After more than half a year of education, Elizabeth naturally understood that the Kingdom of Bruguet just likes to play this trick. This is the so-called self-deception.

"Then I can rest assured. I will inform Mr. Detective of the good news some other time."

In the same building, in the core area of ​​Notre Dame Palace, King Charles II also had the same "Person of the Century" in front of him. Next to him sat Prince Ryan and Marshal Fisher, Minister of the Sea.

"Well, what do my brother and Marshal Fischer think?"

Prince Lane and Marshal Fisher looked at each other, and finally Prince Lane, the theoretical representative of the army, said: "The idea is crazy, but it is not impossible. The technicians of the Department of the Navy have seen it, and the method uses trigonometric functions and optical instruments to measure distances.

The method is feasible.”

"Let me add a few words. If this plan or fantasy can really be realized, then every ship will be a mobile fortress on the sea, but the funding will be staggering. Not counting the design funding, our navy still lacks a large enough dry dock.

A warship of this size has never been designed before. In terms of funding, the cost will not be less than 1.5 million pounds."

Charles II calculated silently and said: "1.5 million pounds. The annual income of the royal family, the largest nobles and big bankers is at this level. It's just that the Duke of North Island obviously can't convince the two houses to pay you so much money."

, there needs to be a sufficient reason, or a crisis, a big enough crisis.”

"It's difficult. None of the countries on the Western Continent has any idea about us for the time being, and the Northern and Southern Continents don't need such a powerful navy to conquer, unless..." Prince Lane couldn't help but say. Marshal Fisher said it for him.

"Unless we decide to bypass the Kingdom of Canli and the Kingdom of Pula and go to the east to challenge the Selis Empire."

Charles II lay back, closed his eyes, and then said: "Thirty years ago, do you still remember the consequences of Frontania's invincible fleet of more than a hundred sailing battleships preparing to go on an expedition to the East?"

Prince Ryan said: "Of course I remember that when Frontania was still called a kingdom, after the entire Armada was wiped out on the Pacific Ocean, the king was ousted by the angry citizens."

"We can't take this risk, otherwise we won't be able to keep our position as the number one navy in the Western Continent. By the way, although the dreadnought that the kid envisioned cannot be built, we can first implement the range finder and balloon correction device he envisioned.

Next, Marshal Fisher, your subordinate "Fan's Battleship" will publish a special issue this month. It will be reported in a big way to leave a little impression on the monkeys in our two houses."

"Haha, Your Majesty, you are so considerate."
Chapter completed!