Everyone on the sanctuary looked in the direction of the voice, and their mouths twitched involuntarily.
Perona shrunk her small head back, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Dr. Fran's submarine was clearly equipped with highly sensitive listening devices, which captured this clear complaint.
The fervent speech from the loudspeaker abruptly stopped.
Perona's single sentence had completely disrupted his train of thought.
In front of the control panel, Dr. Fran's face flushed red with extreme anger, his carefully crafted atmosphere of proclamation utterly shattered.
"Scavengers! Destroy them for me!"
He roared into the communicator.
Three robots, which had temporarily stopped due to Dr. Fran's agitated state, once again sliced through the waves, roaring towards them.
Facing this scene, Blake finally spoke again, his tone still calm, but his voice clearly pierced through the sea breeze:
"The only reason I'm here listening to your nonsense is—"
"I felt that your appearance in this sea area wasn't accidental, so I needed to confirm if you truly possessed the technology to track pure gold."
"Now that it's been confirmed..."
"There's naturally no need to waste any more time."
He glanced at the three attacking robots:
"Hancock! Kalifa! Dismantle these pieces of junk for me!"
The order was given.
Kalifa stepped forward, her entire right arm instantly transforming into rolling, scorching magma.
With a swing of her fist, a torrent of magma, like an enraged dragon, slammed into the sea!
Boom—!
The scorching magma reacted violently with the cold seawater, steam billowed, instantly engulfing and dissolving two robots.
At the same time, Hancock's figure had already leaped into the air, her slender right leg, carrying the force of shattering space, fiercely chopped downwards!
Crack!
The third robot seemed to be crushed by an invisible immense force, turning into a smoking mass of scrap metal and sinking to the seabed.
Dr. Fran's proud energy shield couldn't even withstand a single blow from the two of them.
"No... impossible..."
Inside the submarine, Dr. Fran stared intently at the three signal feedback screens that instantly dropped to zero, his pupils contracting with extreme shock.
The scientific model upon which he had built all his understanding completely collapsed at this moment.
"This level of power... how can it exist?!"
His voice was hoarse, repeating it over and over, as if to convince himself that this was just a nightmare.
The technological barrier he prided himself on was as fragile as thin ice in the face of the opponent's absolute strength.
In layman's terms—his mentality had collapsed.
"My calculations... my defensive theories..."
Hearing Dr. Fran's murmuring, Blake couldn't help but shake his head:
"This is just the beginning, isn't it?"
"Even this level of strength can shatter your worldview, yet you still had the audacity to attack a World Government ship."
"And somehow, someone like you can develop an instrument to detect pure gold radiation."
"I really don't know whether to call you smart or stupid."
He ordered Mandy behind him:
"Mandy! Don't let him escape!"
"This is a rare opportunity."
"Yes! Your Highness!"
Her flaxen ponytail swaying slightly, Mandy responded and leaped down from the deck.
As the tip of her sword touched the sea, a distinct cracking sound echoed.
Visible white cold air burst out from the sword tip, spreading outwards!
The azure seawater instantly froze, transforming into an ever-expanding ice field, reflecting a cold light under the sun.
Dr. Fran's futuristic submarine was now firmly frozen in place.
Blake no longer paid attention to Dr. Fran, who was incoherently shouting "impossible" while frantically trying to start the submarine through the loudspeaker, and likewise leaped down from the deck.
He landed on the ice, walking forward unhurriedly.
The other women, seeing this, quickly followed, and the group walked calmly towards the submarine, now trapped like a turtle in a jar, as if strolling through their own garden.
The heavy hatch was twisted and deformed by external force, then completely pushed open with a harsh metallic screech.
Blake was the first to step into the submarine; the internal alarm lights were still flashing a dazzling red, but he ignored them, walking directly to the main control panel.
Stella behind him understood, immediately retrieving a chair from her spatial dimension.
Blake calmly took a seat, looking down at the green-haired middle-aged man before him:
"It's a pleasure to meet you in such a special circumstance, Dr. Fran."
Dr. Fran seemed not to hear.
He slumped in his chair, his eyes unfocused, staring at the blank signal screen, his lips moving silently.
This was not only a silent question directed at the instantly vanished robot signals and his shattered worldview, but also a feeling of despondency over two decades of effort coming to naught at the last moment.
Blake also didn't mind Dr. Fran's behavior; he gestured to Scarlett, telling her to remove the most important detector first.
Scarlett was very clever; after integrating into the manor, she often deliberately imitated Stella's behavior, and now she had developed some tacit understanding with Blake.
She quickly went to the control panel and fumbled around on it.
Scarlett was clearly not an expert in this area, or rather, Blake had no technological talents around him at all.
The only one who could barely be called a talent was Ginny, who was very gifted in communication.
However, the pure gold detector was such an important item that Blake hadn't planned on letting her handle it for now.
Scarlett first tried to pull it with force, finding it didn't budge.
She then circled the machine twice, frowning and testing different interfaces and latches.
After a while, a soft "click" finally sounded—
The detector was detached from its base by her.
She returned to Blake's side, holding the detector in both hands, and Blake took it to examine it carefully.
The detector's casing was cast from some matte metal, feeling cold to the touch, characteristic of the deep sea.
The front was embedded with a curved crystal screen, which displayed a sharp and stable energy peak, with a pile of complex data annotated next to it, making one dizzy to look at.
It was completely incomprehensible.
But Blake still nodded knowingly:
"Without ever having seen pure gold, and only relying on some legends, you were able to find its unique radiation fluctuations in the complex radiation environment of the sea..."
"You truly are a genius."
Although he didn't understand it, Dr. Fran had said everything when he was feeling arrogant just now, so Blake naturally knew the operating principle of the detector.
He also thought that this guy should have very high talent, at least in mechanics and physics.
Whether from this submarine or from this detector, Dr. Fran was a rare talent.
Even the Revolutionary Army had researchers like Lindbergh, but his own subordinates were all illiterates... This wouldn't do!
Thinking of this, Blake extended an invitation to Dr. Fran, who was still in an emotional state:
"In light of your inventions, I'll give you an opportunity to work for me."
"As a reward, I can take you to see the pure gold you've been longing for."
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