Entering the cruise ship, the first thing Pounds felt was a vague smell, and then he realized that he was in a "battlefield."

Beams of sunlight were projected from the bullet holes that had penetrated the hull of the ship. As he climbed out of the water and climbed the stairs, Ponzi felt that countless machine guns were aimed at him from all directions.

Don't dare to move.

Just the wreckage left by the war made his body freeze and he didn't dare to move.

The battlefield is an extremely scary place. No matter how much mental preparation you have made in advance, the moment you encounter it, you will find that its upper and lower limits are far beyond your imagination.

Odor is a bad smell.

He didn't go upstairs anymore, and he grasped the cold handrail tightly. He understood what was up there.

"vomit……"

Unable to stop vomiting, I started vomiting when I smelled the smell.

The dead, dead humans, pieces of flesh that were once called humans, pieces of flesh that are about to rot.

"vomit……"

On the stairs, an unknown hand stretched out from the cabin. There was a platinum wedding ring on the ring finger. Its owner was undoubtedly dead, probably trying to escape from the upper cabin to the lower engine room.

He was killed by something while escaping.

After retching for a while, looking at the hand and making sure that he could accept the disbelief of its owner's twisted face when he died, Ponzi slowly climbed up the stairs step by step.

"Well..."

Ponzi was thankful that he had just retched for a long time and could no longer spit out anything.

Climbing the stairs, he did not see the owner of the solitary palm. The sunlight penetrating from the ceiling through the deck cabins expressed that this place had been exploded internally by an aerial bomb.

Blood plasma and meat foam were everywhere in the cabin, even where you stepped. Every step you took, you could hear a weird "squeaking" sound and a slippery, sticky feeling.

Pounds, who endured the discomfort in his heart and walked forward slowly, trying hard not to fall, kept circling the bloody cabin.

The map hanging on the wall was covered in blood, and the stairs leading to the upper cabin were blocked by corpses nailed to the iron plates. The debris scattered when the ship hit the cliff became a few props that could be used to step on.

Frowning and covering his nose, Ponzi, who was walking through the dark cabins and feeling a little dizzy, finally found a clean cabin and got into it. He couldn't help but sigh as he watched the outer wall of the cabin disappear and he could overlook the sea view.

“Oh, it’s a sea view room.”

Not only is it a sea view room, it is also a storage warehouse.

Picking up the "Titanic Transport Ship Daily Supplies Record Book" that had fallen to the ground with only a little dust on it, Ponzi immediately understood what was going on. The Titanic was a transport ship, not a cruise ship.

"The battle uniform of the ship girl, the military uniform of the soldier, a large amount of military rations, canned food..."

The number in the record book gave Ponzi a basis for judgment. This transport ship at least had a lot of soldiers and a not too many ship girls.

If the transport ship commander's IQ is in arrears, that's another matter. If there are ten sets of battle uniforms for ship girls in stock, it's unlikely that there will be more than this number of ship girls.

“Not normal”

It's not normal no matter how you think about it.

There is no reason for a transport ship loaded with supplies and soldiers to wander around with a few ship girls in the area controlled by the Siren battleship.

"Did I miss something, or are there other frigates?"

After thinking for a while, Ponzi, who couldn't find the answer, didn't dwell too much on the question. He first took out the long strips of military rations on the shelf, tore open the packaging, and put the Snickers-like military rations into his mouth.

Ponzi didn't dare to take a bite for a long time.

His stomach was cramping with hunger, and he was urging him to eat quickly, but his mouth just couldn't bite.

"I'm not eating, I'm not eating, I'm not eating"

He deceived himself over and over again, and finally took a bite and swallowed the military rations. I don't know whether it was because the self-deception was effective or because he was adapted to the miserable situation in the cabin. Ponzi ate three military rations without spitting them out.

"Huh... is it a good thing or a bad thing for me to be able to adapt to the Shura Field? In what sense is the Shura Field a Shura Field?"

Talking to himself and making boring puns, Ponzi, who was used to the smell in the cabin, could no longer smell the smell. Knowing that he might not be able to find his identity document, Ponzi hesitated whether he should take some supplies and leave. No

Greedy and aggressive.

"I always feel that it is very similar to the state where I just fished it out to eat and drink, and Dajian will definitely be able to ship it."

Ponzi easily realized that his mentality was wrong and he was greedy.

"I won the jackpot!"

As soon as he slapped his thigh, Ponzi jumped up as excitedly as if he had drawn out ten SSR ultra-rare ship girls ten times in a row. He was talking nonsense while dancing like a master, and his whole body was shaking with a frequency higher than that of epilepsy.

Ponzi, who seems to be crazy, is definitely not because of the ten SSR ultra-rare ship girls, but because Santiago is crazy.

But I really hit the jackpot!

Ponzi didn't know how the PAD worked, but he knew very well that the photography APP could turn the wreckage into energy points. A small Siren carrier-based aircraft could be exchanged for two energy points. So what about this huge transport ship?

?

His eyes were redder than those of a gambler, and he laughed wildly until tears came out of his eyes.

PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder, in a cabin surrounded by death, Ponzi, who had had a brush with death, began to mediate himself, using this absurd and unruly way to vent the pressure in his heart and avoid mental breakdown.

"clang……"

A long sound of metal falling to the ground resounded in the cabin, and Ponzi's wild laughter stopped.

"Who!?"

He yelled and ran out of the cabin, looking around, but he didn't see anyone in the long and narrow corridor.

"illusion?"

It may be that something was blown off by the sea breeze, or it may be that debris hanging in the air fell from the previous explosion. This is not necessarily proof that someone has been there.

"Forget it, no matter what, we have to explore and see if there is any life... if there are any supplies worth taking away."

As he spoke, Ponzi changed his tune and found a clean military backpack. He picked out some military rations and cans, and picked up some clothes that he and Z could wear.

Ponzi, who couldn't find any underwear and didn't want to get his new clothes dirty, still walked around the cabin wearing his sexy pink briefs.

At the same time, the figure who knocked the iron object to the ground secretly peeped at Ponzi who was walking away.

“It’s so risky, it’s so risky”

After heaving a sigh of relief, the little black man, who was completely black and whose gender, grade, appearance, and figure could not be discerned, showed resentment on his face. He picked up the iron picture frame and prepared to throw it out the window.

"well……"

Looking at the smiles of the young man and woman in the blood-stained photo, the little black man helplessly put the photo frame back, picked up the blood-stained sheet and wiped it.
Chapter completed!