Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

Veneto sighed.

She had expected this outcome from the beginning, and now that it really happened, she shouldn't have taken it to heart.

Anyway, she couldn't influence Fukayama Yamato's decision.

Without thinking about anything else, Veneto began to feel the pulses of the people on the ground one by one.

She didn't know any medical knowledge. Although she knew that some people might be in a state of suspended animation due to excessive blood loss or brain damage and could be revived, she couldn't see it.

Besides, even if she could see it, she didn’t have the ability to save him because she was not the Kitchen Goddess.

Although this method of feeling the pulse was crude, it was the only medical identification she could do, and it was the most scientific one.

Unfortunately, after searching around, she found a total of 72 people, excluding the middle-aged man, and no one survived.

Under the hands of Fukuyama Yamato, these people's lives are like ants, at the mercy of Fukuyama Yamato.

Veneto came to the middle-aged man helplessly.

"Please, as you can see, all my friends are dead, and you are the only one who can lead the way."

Veneto still has some regrets.

It's not for those who died. Since they dared to come out and take the job of kidnapping the ship girl, they are naturally ready to sacrifice. After all, the ship girl is not a lamb.

She regretted that those guys died so easily that the KanColle and the authorities could not take this matter seriously.

If a ship-catching team of more than 70 people can appear here, just like the slave-catching team during the human slave society, then there must be such a thing in other places as well.

In the era when she lived, this was not mentioned in history books, either because someone covered it up or because too few people discovered such things.

If she could make a big fuss about it and let more people know about it, it would probably attract the attention of the other ship girls.

In fact, the official attention is far less important than letting the ship girls organize their own teams to fight against these guys who capture ship girls, because that is a real pain.

If we wait for the authorities to deal with this kind of thing, we don’t know how long it will take. Maybe it will be just like what is recorded in history books, and nothing will happen at all.

"Ah...ah."

The middle-aged man shrank as hard as he could: "Devil! You are devils."

Veneto glanced at Deep Sea Yamato, thinking that this might be a real devil.

Then she looked at the middle-aged man with a smile, because these dead people were not much better off.

Humans are still gritting their teeth at the human traffickers they have created and they wish they could hang them. Now that Veneto has multiple identities, if he is tougher on these bad guys, there won't be any moralists who will come out and complain, right?

"Well, we are not demons, we are angels. But angels also have strong force. You came to us on your own and wanted to go to hell. Of course we will help you. After all, we are not demons."

NO.375 Weapons for Capturing Ship Girls

The middle-aged man was obviously frightened by Veneto's smile, and he began to tremble all over.

Veneto didn't want this to happen, but all the alternative plans were ruined by Deep Sea Yamato.

She could only seek compensation from this uncle.

"Why don't I find you scary?"

Fukukai Yamato could see that the middle-aged man had a look of fear on his face.

But in Deep Sea Yamato's opinion, Veneto was just smiling, so there was nothing scary about it.

"Hey, how can she be scary? She's so cute. Don't be scared, or I'll beat you up."

Fukayama raised his arms and clenched his small fists.

However, this action almost drove the man on the ground crazy.

Whether this smile is scary or not depends entirely on the situation.

In this situation, no other expression is as terrifying as a smile.

It's a very scary scene, but we are told not to be afraid. This is totally impossible.

But Veneto was so small that the man felt his calf would be broken after being kicked by him.

If it was this big one, he would have gone to heaven.

"Don't make it difficult for him. Help me find two straight pieces of wood so I can tie his legs up to prevent him from becoming disabled. After all, we are angels."

Veneto pushed Fukayama.

"Oh."

Fukayama didn't quite understand what Veneto was going to do, but seeing Veneto's determined look, she ran to find a branch.

After a while, he came back with several of them.

Veneto pulled off some face coverings from the corpse next to him, made a splint with some wood, and clamped it on the middle-aged man's legs, causing him to scream in pain.

This made her feel a little regretful. If she had known earlier, she would not have crippled the man's legs. That way, he would have been able to walk more easily.

"By the way, where do you get the courage to attack the ship girl?"

After tying the splint, Veneto threw the middle-aged man into the pile of corpses, causing a burst of effeminate screams.

"Weapons, weapons."

The middle-aged man felt aggrieved. He was happy to answer questions. Why was he thrown among the corpses for no reason?

"What weapon?"

Veneto raised an eyebrow.

What does this mean? Weapons that can harm the shipgirls?

"The man who hired us gave us some weapons to deal with you specifically."

The middle-aged man struggled in the pile of corpses and pushed the corpses away from him.

"If we fire that weapon at you while you sleep, it will paralyze you."

"Why are you cursing for no reason? I've been talking to you in a friendly manner."

Veneto frowned.

When she was still a girl, her family was average, but she didn't learn any swear words.

Not to mention that after he entered the Admiral Academy, until he officially became an admiral, the education he received and the friends he met were all elegant and easy-going.

So he never had the habit of swearing often.

"No, paralyze, paralyze you."

The middle-aged man was sweating on his forehead.

He was very sure of what he said, and that the weapon's effect was indeed as others had said.

"Are you still scolding?"

Veneto began to roll up his sleeves.

"Electric shock! Sedative! Stop the ship girl's actions!"

Not daring to wipe the sweat, the man could only let it wet the corners of his eyes, making his eyes hurt.

But he didn't dare close his eyes, for fear that Veneto would think that he didn't want to bargain and live, and just wanted to die bravely.

"Oh, you said paralysis, I thought you were scolding me."

Veneto withdrew his hand and pointed to a pile of weapons thrown nearby.

"Which one of these is the weapon you mentioned?"

Because of the chaotic times, there was often no time to count on official rescue, so people had no choice but to arm themselves, and as a result, many wild weapons workshops were born.

The ammunition on the market is basically the same, and no one is willing to develop new ammunition specifications.

Similarly, people who buy weapons don't want their weapons to become firewood sticks once they run out of ammunition.

The ammunition specifications are universal, and at least you can seize ammunition or borrow it from colleagues.

However, the types and styles of weapons have become all kinds of shapes.

It is normal for many small family workshops to not be able to afford weapon steel.

Therefore, many of the weapons they made had barrels that would become soft after firing a few bullets, and would explode.

But at critical moments, it can also save lives.

The point is that the price is cheap.

During this period, many ordinary people at the bottom of society could barely fill their stomachs, and being able to buy a weapon made in a small workshop that was prone to exploding was already their limit.

Even if it breaks after a few rounds, at least you can still fire a few rounds.

Some small workshops make this kind of simple weapon with a very strange appearance for advertising effect, so that people can tell at a glance that it is made by their workshop.

Veneto picked up a gun at random. On the barrel of the gun was a pair of wooden dove wings spread out horizontally, making the gun look a bit like a crossbow or a cross.

This thing looks like just a decoration. I don't know which small workshop made it. It's flashy but not practical.

But it is very eye-catching, and it immediately draws people's attention to the small wings.

"That, that's it."

The middle-aged man quickly moved back, fearing that the two ship girls in front of him would misunderstand him and think that he was trying to steal weapons.

He is a man who knows the times.

The two ship girls executed a mercenary team of more than 70 people on the spot. This kind of force and courage is not something he can provoke alone.

It would be easier for others to crush him to death than to crush an ant, after all, an ant is a smaller target.

Moreover, these two ship girls kill without blinking an eye, without even a wink, and yet they are chatting and laughing here.

He had never seen the market before. How could a ship girl be like this? Otherwise, he would never dare to provoke a ship girl.

If he returns alive, he will definitely avoid ship girls next time he sees them.

However, ship girls are really a nuisance and may harm humanity in the future.

If he could go back alive, he would dig an air-raid shelter in his own yard. If the Kancolle, who were smarter and more powerful than the deep-sea creatures, rebelled in the future, he could at least hide and survive.

But to let him resist? He was already scared out of his wits.

If you can't afford to offend, it's better to hide.

"this?"

Veneto picked up a gun-like thing that looked quite sci-fi.

This thing is also a tube, a scope, and a magazine-like box.

"How does it work?"

When Veneto was an admiral, he was at least in the navy system. Although there were some differences between him and ordinary soldiers, he was still a soldier in the final analysis.

Most of the weapons are used by ship girls, and the admirals, as soldiers, will also use them.

It’s just that I don’t use it often in my daily life, so I’m not very familiar with it.

Also, don't touch the buttons on unfamiliar weapons casually, as it would be bad if you accidentally hurt friendly forces.

"Just like a normal gun, that trigger is for firing, and you have to turn on the safety before firing."

The middle-aged man replied shiveringly.

The person who hired them did not let him use this weapon, but he did observe and learn how to use it.

The more high-tech the weapon, the easier it is to operate. Just like this gun, it can defeat a ship girl, but its usage is similar to that of an ordinary gun.

"Ok?"

Veneto took off the square box that looked like a magazine and saw the ammunition inside.

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The blue-glowing projectiles looked somewhat magical.

It looks a bit like Jupiter, but is the size of a thumb.

There is a round ball in the middle, with a hard belt wrapped around it horizontally.