I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 992 - 1082: But Finish What You’re Saying, Don’t Make Me Hit You!
The servant was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Understood."
The Prince tightly gripped his wine glass and said in a hoarse voice, "These things should have all been mine, all mine. Why do they all want to snatch them?"
In that case, I’ll just let them all die, then.
The servant said nothing. He only knew that in order to kill the Second Prince, the Prince was willing to sacrifice all the power the former Queen had left him.
However, compared to the identity of the heir to the Royal Family, killing the Second Prince would allow him, the Prince, to gain more.
In the distant sea, Jing Shu’s fleet had already sailed out of their range, but behind them, there were numerous battleships, nearly a hundred of them, divided into two groups.
These were all formidable battleships, not ordinary cargo ships, nor ordinary pirate-modified fleets—very formidable indeed, which is inconvenient to elaborate here.
As a wealthy and long-standing Royal Family, the number of their battleships was significantly greater, and since the apocalypse, the Royal Family had further enhanced this power to its peak.
Of course, the pursuing forces this time were not just the power of the Second Prince, but also the Prince’s.
The Prince was there to pursue, while the Second Prince was there to "assist," but how things would turn out, only they knew.
The Second Prince was indeed younger, waiting for the Prince and Jing Shu’s people to finish fighting before reaping the benefits like a fisherman.
After all, whether from the Prince’s or the Second Prince’s perspective, the opposition had more than one hundred cargo ships and ferries, with only thirty battleships, which were no match for their one hundred battleships.
Meanwhile in Jing Shu’s side of the meeting room.
Everyone, after having slept well, heard that over a hundred ships were chasing them, and each one was beyond excited.
Old Zhou was also at the meeting, since the situation was somewhat serious this time. As the strategist, Yang Yang had naturally already etched the plan in his mind and reported the situation to everyone:
"That’s how it is. The pursuing ships should catch up in a little over an hour."
Someone immediately stood up, "Why wait for them to arrive? If they come and damage the cargo or hit an oil tanker, we’d explode. Better we strike first."
"Yeah, they’re all battleships, they can fire freely, but we have lots of cargo, can’t shoot recklessly. Let’s go out first to deal with their battleships."
Someone else said, "No wonder they’re wealthy big shots, bringing so many battleships, but we must be careful. Do they have Power Users? We can’t capsize in a ditch."
"But they’re gifting us these on their own. By the way, how much Contribution Value does one battleship carry?"
"If it’s fully armed, complete with weapons, then at least 200,000 Contribution."
"Wow, a hundred battleships... that’s 20 million Contribution Value walking on its own?"
"Damn, let’s go for it, these battleships must all be ours!"
Tan Ke and Situ Xiaoye continued twisting chains, while Big Yellow Teeth nudged Situ Xiaoye, "Stop twisting, let’s sneak behind and earn some Contribution Value for a retirement fund."
Situ Xiaoye: "Alright. Let me finish twisting these."
In the meeting room, everyone spoke freely.
After more than three months of getting accustomed, everyone’s thoughts and division of labor had matured a lot, almost customizing the entire battle plan. Only then did Yang Yang cough and say:
"Let’s pause on everyone’s plans for now. We need to wait."
"Huh?? What’s happening?"
"Yeah, the other side is almost upon us. If we don’t act now, it’ll be too late."
Yang Yang looked at Old Zhou, who drank Goji Eight Treasure Tea constantly, thinking Old Zhou’s kidneys were really good, consuming so many cups every day.
Then he said, "We’ve been locked onto by missiles, so we need to wait."
"Hiss—"
"Holy crap, are you serious?"
"Who the hell would use missiles on us?"
"Could it really be them? Do they have missiles?"
Yang Yang nodded and said, "Yes, they have anti-ship missiles and other models, though they may not be advanced, but still effective."
After Yang Yang finished speaking, everyone was dumbfounded, and the meeting room became even more chaotic.
"Damn, they actually have them, but is it necessary? We didn’t even do much to them!"
"What if they really attack us? We’re just New Humans, we can’t catch missiles barehanded."
"Wait, don’t we have a 1400-kilometer protection range?"
Upon recalling this, they realized it was just a frightening moment.
Yang Yang continued:
"So we wait until they make the first move, after someone intercepts for us, we’ll have a reason to retaliate, although this deviations from the plan, it’s okay. Old Yi has already made preparations."
As Yang Yang was speaking, a piercing alarm sounded.
Everyone immediately became excited, "Did they make a move?"
"Are we about to get bombarded by missiles?"
"Can they be intercepted?"
After a moment, Yang Yang, with an odd expression, said, "Indeed, intelligence confirms missiles are headed our way, and they’ve turned on maximum attack mode—"
But—
"But what, just say it!"
"Don’t make me hit you, leaving your words unfinished!"
With everyone’s excited faces, Yang Yang finally completed his sentence.
"However, all of their targets are the hundred battleships of the Royal Family behind us."
