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Chapter 210 Captain's Great Crisis!

Chapter 210 Captain’s Big Crisis!

On the way back, Tongqiu took off the tentacles of the king squid grilled on the grill. He took a bite, chewed the taste of the tentacles carefully, and then stuck out his tongue, "Why is it tasteless?"

"Maybe there's something wrong with your tongue," the quack doctor who was mainly responsible for cooking handed one of the tentacles to the fake monk, "Anyway, I've added all the seasonings I can, and there's nothing I can do if it doesn't taste good."

Tong Qiu asked: "What did you add?"

"I added anti-inflammatory drugs, formalin, ethanol..."

"Wait a minute," Tong Qiu interrupted, "you have added all these things, can this thing still be eaten?"

The quack doctor glanced at him.

"Aren't you eating?"

Tong Qiu was too lazy to say anything. He walked to the deck and looked at the sky shrouded in suppressed clouds in the distance.

His current goal is very simple. After hunting down the Debt Terror, he will first give the crew a short rest, and then challenge himself to break through the storm disaster and simply break the records of other survivors.

After emerging from the disaster of the storm, return to Haven No. 7, wait for the descendant of the evil god to arrive, and then kill it to complete the mission that only you can accept.

“Now, I’m going to give you a little bit of a Bedlam No. 1 shock!”

"Very good." After stuffing the cut tentacles into his mouth and swallowing it, Tong Qiu had already made various preparations and wanted to rush into the storm disaster immediately.

After the conversation, the two looked forward to some new achievements from the Viking.

Of course, at this time, Tong Qiu definitely didn't know that people at Safe Harbor No. 7 or even other safe havens had already started this carnival. The only thing he knew was that he was in danger now.

Well, it's a perfect arrangement, the time is tight, and there are basically no problems.

However, the silence lasted for a full two minutes, and the Viking did not bring anyone better results.

Reached three thousand meters!

"More than ten terror cores?" Green Hair's eyes almost popped out of his head. "It's very difficult to kill even one terror now. How about ten? Do you think you're buying vegetables at the wholesale market?"

"Bedlam No.? Let me think about it...two thousand meters, right? Although the gap is only four hundred meters, it is still quite a big gap. After all, the further you go, the weaker the protection the Terror Core can provide. I think in the future

Considering the current level of survivors, within three thousand meters should be the limit, right?"

"I bet 114,514 meters. If I lose, I will go to the Hot Dance Club to spend money!"

These people enjoy the feeling of touching each other, and from time to time they utter words or onomatopoeia like "Yeah", "Baby", "Oh", "Uh-huh" and "Cool".

Lu Mao muttered in a low voice, "Does this have to wait until the year of the monkey comes?"

"Damn it, I bet he reaches 5,000 meters! If the Asylum reaches 5,000 meters, I will chop off my little head!"

Hearing the commotion on their side, people in the bar were attracted and joined in this ridiculous bet.

"Okay, this is what you said."

"The current best result for breaking through the disaster: 2.7 kilometers, remaining distance: 497.3 kilometers, achieved by: Madhouse No., please keep up the good work."

Hong Mao smiled helplessly and raised the wine glass in his hand to Green Mao.

"If you want to go, just say so!"

And this momentum...

Big Bird turns around inside the bar.

A new limit!

"Open the market, open the market!" Lu Mao said hurriedly, "I bet he can reach four thousand meters! If he loses, feel free to poke me!"

It seems that three thousand meters is far from their limit!

The man with red hair nodded and poured a sip of strong wine into his mouth. "It's amazing. He broke the record of the legendary lunatic asylum. Do you think they are all the same as you? You don't even dare to go in."

?”

The ship that once killed millions of sea dragons in hunting activities and set a record of two thousand meters during the initial storm disaster.

"I'd better be on top."

"The theory, who knows? What if someone really collects more than ten Terror cores and uses them to rush 10,000 meters? It's impossible to say~ and it seems that if enough Terrors are killed, the storm disaster around the core BOSS will also be

It will weaken, and as long as you are willing to spend some time, you will be able to reach the core BOSS soon!"

Hong Mao roared angrily and slapped the table of the bar, "Damn it, I bet him 4,500 meters!"

Lu Mao replied, "Let's open the market, I think it's three thousand meters."

"The current best result for breaking through the disaster: 2.9 kilometers, remaining distance: 497.1 kilometers, achieved by: Madhouse No., please keep up the good work."

"Fuck!"

"good."

Although Hongmao was drinking, his expression was very serious, "You may not know that some survivors have already made predictions. As long as you spend more than ten terror cores, it is very easy to reach 10,000 meters.

"

Those familiar four words, the madhouse number!

"Alas..." In the bustling bar, someone sighed, seemingly expressing regret for this warrior who had the courage to challenge but failed; or maybe it was because no one brought new hope to everyone.

And feel lost.

Hong Mao sneered, stretched out his wet index finger, and shook it slightly, "No, no, no, three thousand meters is definitely not the limit. Do you know what the level of the most powerful group of survivors is now? Three

Kilometers? As long as they are willing, four thousand to five thousand meters may be their limit! Although at this limit, the integrity of their ships may only be in single digits, but it is definitely possible!"

In short, it highlights a psychedelic one.

"I bet 3,100 meters. If I lose, I'll be down there."

They said Cao Cao and Cao Cao were here. They were just wondering if someone would try to break the record again, but they didn't expect that they would show up so soon.

Just when the two decided on each other's positions, a scream suddenly broke out from the crowd in the bar, which was originally in a low atmosphere.

Hong Mao said: "I wonder where this brother can rush to."

Lu Mao understood what he meant and raised his own wine glass. Their wine glasses collided in the air.

"The current best result for breaking through the disaster: 2.6 kilometers, remaining distance: 497.4 kilometers, achieved by: Viking, please keep up the good work."

"I bet 3,800 meters! If I lose, I will let everyone do whatever they want today!"

Safe Harbor No. 7.

——

Everyone saw a new round of things appearing in their field of vision.

At the bar counter of the bar, two men wearing deep V clothes and exposing a lot of hair on their chests were sitting on two chairs close to each other. Even the shape of the chairs at the bar didn't look right.

"I say that every time, but it turns out I'm not on top."

"The current best result for breaking through the disaster: 3 kilometers, remaining distance: 497 kilometers, achieved by: Madhouse, please keep up the good work."

"Have you seen the ship that recently broke the record?" The man with dyed green hair shook the wine glass filled with ice cubes in his hand. The light reflected on the surface of the ice cubes, twinkling like stars, "What is it called...Farewell?"

Earth? This guy has already reached a distance of 2,400 meters. It’s really impressive.”

"Hey, just wait."

"I'll bet 4,100 meters! If I lose, I'll turn into a cat lady!"

Neon-colored lights shine inside the bar, and a disco ball hangs from the ceiling, giving off weird lights in the dim surroundings.

It's here again!

Various people were walking back and forth among them, but they were not all dressed in age-specific clothes. They were the kind who needed to wear a mosaic when they came out.

The danger does not come from external storms or marine life.

It comes from something that I have always ignored.

The paper in the toilet...was hidden by him last time.

There is no paper in the toilet now!

This kind of crisis is much more terrifying than the manic storm outside!

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