Chapter 610, Even If You Can Fly, You Can't Take That Much
"Those skeletons can't swim, and we can't dock. Are we supposed to just drift at sea forever?" the man piloting the ship said angrily.
"Damn, look at how scared you are." The bearded man took another swig of wine.
The man continued, "I say we explain things over the radio—at worst, offer some compensation. I heard Xinfu City has a decent reputation."
The bearded man cursed, "Are you stupid? They've taken over the port—everything belongs to them now. What do you have to offer as compensation?"
"Then what do you suggest?"
The bearded man glanced at him and said, "Just pilot the ship properly. If they don't leave, I've already found a place. We'll get to shore one way or another."
As he spoke, he patted the radio on the table beside him.
The man at the controls gave him a glance.
He sighed but said nothing more.
...…
Glenda waited in midair a bit longer.
Seeing the two didn't continue talking, she phased through the floor into the lower cabin.
In the cabin near the deck were several strong-built men.
Seven in total—three carried pistols, the others had knives and axes nearby.
They sat together, discussing the failed ambush and how the skeletons had taken over the port.
From their conversation—
It was clear preparations had been made in advance, but the explosives weren't measured properly.
They also misjudged the timing for detonation.
Glenda listened for a bit, then flew further in.
In the next room were four women, all squeezed into one cabin, silent.
Each curled up in a corner of the room.
Glenda phased through another wall and descended. In the mechanical rooms below, some personnel were operating the ship's machinery.
...…
At this point, Glenda's shared vision disappeared.
Wu Heng summoned her out again.
Floating beside him, the first thing Glenda asked was, "Why are your ships made of iron?"
Uh...
Wu Heng was briefly stunned. On Gold-Silver Island, ships were made of wood. Some warships had partial iron reinforcements.
But the main structure was still wooden.
The only difference was the type of keel used.
"Our vehicles here are all metal—cars, armored vehicles, even the aircraft you saw. Iron ships should be acceptable, right?" Wu Heng explained.
Glenda glanced again at the cargo ship on the sea and slowly said, "...It's acceptable."
"You'll get used to it."
"If all this was brought to Gold-Silver Island, it'd probably cause an even bigger stir," Glenda said confidently.
Wu Heng raised an eyebrow. "I'm planning to bring this ship over, convert it into a warship, and patrol the sea routes."
"Good idea," Glenda agreed.
"That's the only ship over there?" Wu Heng returned the focus to the ship.
"Just that one," Glenda replied, then added, "Only about twenty people aboard. No real threat to you. It's up to you how you want to handle it."
Unless they had extremely powerful firearms—
This world posed almost no danger to Wu Heng.
A few had pistols, but their damage was limited. As long as he was careful, it wasn't a problem.
"Just kill them. If they're left alive, they'll cause trouble eventually," Wu Heng said bluntly.
Glenda added, "There's a lot of food and supplies stored in the lower cabins. Looks like they were prepared to retreat after failure."
"Maybe not just because of us. It's more likely they were guarding against zombie hordes or other unforeseen dangers—like how bases prepare evacuation convoys in advance," Wu Heng shared his thoughts.
Glenda considered it. "You're right. That seems more likely."
As the two spoke, Xiaoxiao and Beni flew back one after the other.
Xiaoxiao said excitedly, "Uncle, it's all containers over there! Each one is packed with stuff. I opened a few—it's like opening blind boxes!"
Beni added, "There's a lot of goods. That must be how they've been holding out."
For this place to develop like this—
The goods left behind had clearly played a huge role.
Otherwise, these people wouldn't have lasted this long.
Wu Heng nodded in understanding.
Then he gave an order to the Big Head Skeleton beside him, "Send in the vampire skeletons and deploy two skeleton wyverns."
The order was given.
A howling burst of wind followed.
Over a dozen vampire skeletons with massive wings and two skeleton wyverns landed in the open area before him.
"Kashu, come with me. Keramu, stay here." With that, he mounted one of the skeleton wyverns.
Kashu mounted the other.
"Head to the cargo ship."
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The skeleton wyverns soared into the sky, with a swarm of vampire skeletons flying behind them.
...…
Cargo ship, in the control room.
Two bottles of wine in.
The bearded man was slightly drunk.
He was still muttering, "If only they'd been blown up. Things wouldn't be so messy. Damn monsters.
I'll remember this. One day, I'll pay them back with interest.
Damn it all!"
The man at the controls, tired of the ranting, asked, "You said you found a place—what did you mean?"
"You'll see. Just because the central station doesn't dare mess with Xinfu City doesn't mean other places won't," the bearded man sneered.
The ship's food supply could keep them going for a while.
As long as the skeletons couldn't reach them, there was nothing to worry about.
"You'd better mean—"
Thud! Thud! Thud~!
Mid-sentence, heavy thudding noises echoed from above.
The two looked outside, and terror instantly appeared on their faces.
Two massive skeleton wyverns had landed, and behind them were humanoid skeletons with huge fleshy wings.
Like vampires from a movie.
In the blink of an eye, they occupied most of the deck.
Damn it!
They can fly!
Who said they couldn't reach us? And we were foolishly lingering here, waiting for the skeletons to leave the port.
"Sound the alarm! Damn it!" the bearded man cursed, drew his pistol, and got ready.
A piercing alarm blared.
At the same time, the locked cabin door groaned under immense force.
With a bang, the door was flung open.
The bearded man pointed his pistol at the doorway and cursed, "Playing ghost tricks, huh? Let's see if you can take a bullet. I'll shoot you right now—"
But before he could finish, he felt his body freeze uncontrollably.
With disbelief on his face, the gun slowly turned in his hand, aiming at his own chin.
The drunken haze vanished. His face twisted in fear. "What did you do? No, wait—I surrender! The bombing wasn't just—"
Bang~!
He didn't even finish the word "misunderstanding."
A shot rang out. The bullet went through his chin.
The bearded man's body fell backward, blood staining the floor.
The pilot raised both hands and shouted rapidly, "I'm the captain! Don't kill me! No one else can pilot the ship! There are supplies onboard—you can fly, but you can't take that much!"