I was used as cannon fodder at the start, but my superpower came into play!

Sailing at sea is not as convenient as sailing on land, even for warships.

The waves do not recognize flags, and the gale does not regard rank.

No matter how powerful your ironclad warship is, once it reaches the ocean, it's nothing more than a fallen leaf drifting in the wind.

The water in the hold hadn't dried completely in three days, and the wooden planks, damp from the moisture, creaked and groaned as if the ship itself were suffering.

Fortunately, none of Su Yu and the others suffered from seasickness, which saved them a lot of trouble.

After drifting at sea for several days, Su Yu's main activity was to call up Wu Baohua and the two of them practice shooting on the deck.

Their method of practicing shooting was simple and crude: they tied an empty plastic bottle to a high place and let the salty sea breeze blow it around, sometimes swinging it violently to the east, sometimes suddenly swinging it to the west, without any discernible pattern.

The two men raised their guns and aimed at the swaying bottle, firing one shot after another.

Standing in the warship's control room, eyes glued to the monitor, the general frowned as he watched the scene unfold on the deck.

If he were to give his opinion, the general would only say that the two men on deck were terrible marksmen and were simply wasting bullets.

If they were his soldiers, judging by their marksmanship alone, the general would have chased them ashore to feed the pigs at the logistics base!

"Can these superpowered individuals really help our plans?"

The adjutant beside the general also frowned deeply.

"Never mind them. If they can play a role, that's good. Even if they're a bunch of good-for-nothings, we should squeeze every last bit of value out of them."

It's better to rely on yourself than on others. The general never placed all his hopes on Su Yu and the others.

At this moment, Su Yu, sitting on the deck, also had unspeakable suffering in his heart.

He did exchange the Firearms Mastery skill at the Red Cube, but these skills all have the same drawback: they require players to practice constantly to increase their proficiency.

To give a simple example, whether or not you know how to use a firearm has nothing to do with how accurate your marksmanship is.

Mastering firearms only teaches players how to use various firearms. As for accuracy, players still need to practice with a lot of bullets. After all, during shooting, wind speed, humidity, temperature, the target's movement trajectory, and even one's own breathing rhythm, every variable subtly affects the bullet's trajectory and landing point.

Similarly, having mastered the language, Su Yu can now communicate without barriers with all intelligent beings in the world who have developed language systems.

Even on a small island, in a primitive tribe with only a few dozen people, their babbling dialect sounded almost identical to Mandarin to Su Yu.

But being able to understand something and being able to speak it fluently are two completely different things.

To put it bluntly, the various levels of proficiency provide a "lower limit," not an "upper limit."

Taking a deep breath, Su Yu pressed the butt of the gun firmly into his shoulder.

The sea breeze on my face carried a salty, damp smell.

Su Yu narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the plastic bottle that was being tossed about by the sea breeze.

The bottle is shaking violently again!

It bounced to the left, to the right, and then bounced up before plummeting down again.

Su Yu's index finger rested on the trigger, but he didn't pull it immediately.

He is waiting.

Even though the sensation from his fingertips told him "it's time to start," his brain was reminding him to "wait a little longer."

Su Yu silently counted her breaths in her mind.

Once, twice, three times...

With a gust of crosswind, the bottle instantly swung to the right, making a large arc.

Immediately afterwards, the wind subsided, and the bottle paused in mid-air for a moment.

Su Yu roared inwardly, "Now is the time!"

With a bang, the M16 that Su Yu was holding spat out a burst of fire from the muzzle, and the recoil slammed into his shoulder along the butt of the gun, but his body did not shake.

Su Yu's body was like a rivet, firmly nailed to the deck.

The bullet sliced ​​through the air, leaving a trail invisible to the naked eye.

The bottle that he and Wu Baohua had tied to high up suddenly exploded!

The plastic fragments were swept away by the sea breeze, like a flock of startled white butterflies, fluttering and landing on the sea.

"Great gun!"

Wu Baohua praised loudly, his voice so loud that even the sea breeze couldn't dispel it.

"continue."

A slight smile appeared on Su Yu's lips; he seemed to have found a trick.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight days had passed since everyone left the island.

During this period, everyone ate and slept as usual, living a very comfortable life.

Su Yu and Wu Baohua alone used up tens of thousands of bullets, and their marksmanship improved somewhat, no longer as bad as before.

Lu Jin would occasionally come up to the deck and join the two of them in their training.

But the skills she needs to practice are completely different from those of Su Yu and Wu Baohua.

Su Yu practiced "steadiness", Wu Baohua practiced "accuracy", and Lu Jin practiced "speed".

She doesn't spend a lot of time aiming at her target; she raises her gun and fires in one fluid motion, so fast that it's almost invisible.

The bottle breaks, you tie another one, and it breaks again!

Shell casings clattered onto the deck like rain.

Esdeath and Artoria also came to the deck when they were bored, and Su Yu even let them try using firearms.

However, their marksmanship was truly nothing to write home about.

To put it bluntly, their skill level is even lower than that of ordinary people who have never handled a gun.

If the target is in front of them, Esdeath and Artoria are considered serious if they don't fire the bullets behind them, let alone hit the target.

After firing only a few shots, Esdeath and Artoria lost interest.

Thinking that perhaps they had different fighting styles, Esdeath and Artoria, who were used to using cold weapons, were of their own kind and were not naturally fond of firearms, Su Yu did not force them to do so.

An Qiluo, on the other hand, never came over once; she always stayed in her dormitory reading.

Sometimes, Su Yu was quite curious about what An Qiluo was looking at.

In other words, what book could be so captivating that it would make my auntie so engrossed, flipping through a few pages whenever she had a spare moment?

After more than ten days of sailing, the warship carrying everyone finally arrived at a naval port.

Stepping off the boat and feeling the long-lost sense of solid ground beneath his feet, Su Yu couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

The feeling of stepping on the ground is completely different from stepping on the deck.

The deck is alive, the ground is dead.

As a living person, Su Yu prefers dead things.

The naval port wasn't large; a gray cement pier extended outwards, with some warships moored on both sides.

From a distance, the masts stand tall, resembling a steel jungle.

The air was filled with the smell of diesel and sea salt, a salty and fishy smell mixed with a heavy, mechanical feel.

The general's adjutant quickly found Su Yu and the others and led them to a military camp.

Upon arriving at their lodgings, and seeing the soldiers in the camp skillfully using all sorts of modern weapons, Su Yu couldn't help but urge his adjutant to inform the general to quickly fulfill his previous promise.

The adjutant rubbed his throbbing temples to indicate that he would go, and told Su Yu and the others to wait quietly.

The general kept his word. After only half a day, he sent his adjutant to take Su Yu and the others to collect their supplies.

Three aircraft, two tanks, and over a hundred fully loaded RPG rocket launchers.

More than a dozen drones and robotic dogs were also prepared, along with several sets of military thermal imagers.

The general provided them with hundreds of boxes of standard military firearms, ammunition, and grenades, enough to arm a company of soldiers, including squad heavy machine guns and mortars.

The gold was placed in several metal briefcases to the side, guarded by a squad of soldiers.

"Can you take it all?"

The adjutant glanced at the contents of the warehouse, then turned to Su Yu and the others and asked.

"Those are minor issues. What I want to know right now is whether the planes and tanks are fully fueled, whether the drones and robotic dogs, as well as the military thermal imagers, are fully charged, and whether you have prepared all the necessary ammunition for the planes, tanks, drones, and robotic dogs in combat."

Su Yu didn't want to cause himself any trouble. The stationary planes and tanks, as well as the drones and robotic dogs, were like targets.

A military thermal imager without power is less useful than a brick.

Su Yu could still find ways to obtain fuel and electricity, although it was troublesome, it wasn't entirely impossible.

When it comes to the ammunition for these modern weapons, Su Yu can't think of any other way besides exchanging points or seeds from the Red Cube.

On the other hand, if Su Yu were to actually use points and seeds to exchange for these things, he would feel like he was being too resentful.

"Don't worry, we won't make a fuss over such trivial matters."

The adjutant couldn't help but roll his eyes to the side.

Thinking to himself that the other party was being too petty, he realized that the problem he should be considering now was not whether these weapons could be used in the battle, but how the six of them would manage to move them out of the warehouse, even if they could.

Let alone large items like airplanes and tanks, small items like drones and robotic dogs, as well as firearms and ammunition, even those few boxes of gold would be enough to keep these people busy.

"Oh......"

From the adjutant's words and actions, Su Yu could easily discern the general's thoughts.

The other party was certain that they couldn't take these things with them, which is why they readily showed them the goods.

With a light laugh, Su Yu walked towards the three planes, stopping in front of the cabin door of a helicopter. He opened the door, went up, and carefully inspected the helicopter.

He even started the helicopter until he was sure there were no problems and that the fuel and ammunition were full before turning it off and slowly getting off.

He was relieved, but the adjutant who witnessed it all felt a sharp pang in his heart.

This guy can actually fly a helicopter?

A hint of wariness flashed in the adjutant's eyes.

What happened next shocked him even more!

Not only the helicopter, but also the two fighter jets and two tanks next to it were successfully started by Su Yu one after another.

"Who exactly are you people?"

The adjutant glanced at An Qiluo and the others, who showed no surprise, and asked in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter who we are, as long as we share the same goal, isn't that enough?"

Su Yu went to inspect the weapons and equipment. Lu Jin and Wu Baohua were too inexperienced, so An Qiluo had no choice but to reluctantly speak up and deal with the adjutant.

The adjutant stopped speaking and turned his gaze away from An Qiluo, staring intently at Su Yu, carefully observing the other's actions.

Watching Su Yu's behavior, the adjutant became increasingly alarmed.

"hiss......"

The adjutant couldn't help but gasp. He realized that Su Yu could not only pilot helicopters, fighter jets, and tanks, but also skillfully operate drones and robotic dogs.

Is this guy a monster?

Recalling Su Yu's terrible marksmanship on the warship, the adjutant realized that he had indeed underestimated the guy; perhaps he did it on purpose!

Meanwhile, Su Yu's heart was roaring with excitement. The various mastery skills he had specially exchanged for were finally coming in handy!

To truly master aircraft and tanks, these steel behemoths, requires more than just expertise in one area; at the very least, one must be proficient in both firearms and piloting.

If he really exchanged for the Firearms Mastery just to become proficient in using various firearms, and the Driving Mastery was just for driving?

NO, NO, NO...

He had absolutely no interest in anything, not even private cars or commercial airliners.

Su Yu had been waiting for this moment, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

What he really wanted to drive were airplanes and tanks, these are true war machines!

After checking around and confirming that there were no problems, Su Yu began to "harvest the wheat".

He walked up to the target, reached out his hand, and the moment his fingertips touched the object, with a thought, he stored everything—airplanes, tanks, drones, mechanical dogs, weapons, ammunition, and boxes containing gold bars—into Su Yu's spatial watch.

The adjutant's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets.

"Is this also a superpower?"

The adjutant asked incredulously, utterly unable to comprehend this phenomenon that defied the common sense of physics.

I guess so.

Su Yu was too lazy to explain, so he simply let the other party guess.

Whether it's right or wrong, it won't affect what they're going to do next.

Su Yu swept everything away, and the crowd gradually emerged from the warehouse.

After escorting Su Yu and the others back to their barracks, the adjutant rushed to the general's location as quickly as possible.

As a trusted and capable subordinate of the general, the adjutant was required to truthfully report what he had just seen and heard to his superior.

Sitting on the spacious sofa in his office, listening to his subordinates' reports, the general rested his chin on his hand.

"It seems we need to make some special preparations to counter their superpowers."

If the general had known that Su Yu and the others could use special means to instantly take away those weapons and equipment, he would never have fulfilled his promise so quickly.

It wasn't that he felt sorry for those things, but rather that this ability had exceeded his control.

A person who can fly planes and drive tanks isn't that scary; what's scary is that this person can also make planes and tanks disappear.

If something can disappear, who can guarantee it won't reappear?

Thankfully, the young man in charge was foolish enough to reveal such an important ability in front of them for a pittance.

Otherwise, if the plan succeeds and the other side suddenly conjures up a helicopter, regardless of whether they can escape, they will be caught off guard.

The general not only wants to massacre the country's top officials, but also wants to personally capture the "culprit" who assassinated the president!

Only in that way could he become the true hero of the country and thus firmly grasp all power in his own hands.