icacies to the assembled guests.It was noted that there were many well-known bigwigs from the North Sea attending.In fine robes, merchant guild leaders, nobles adorned with gold and silver, representa...The Kingdom of Jerma.

Training Ground.

All non-essential personnel have been cleared out. A wall of Jellma 66's clone soldiers stand, like icy sculptures, guarding the training grounds.

Darren and the top brass of the North Sea Navy stood in the center of the training field, watching as the Gelma soldiers carried heavy, sealed crates into the space.

"According to our cooperation plan, this is your first batch of military technology weapons."

Vincent Moke Garze said softly, glancing at Darren as he spoke.

Although it is just a sample, the overall performance has basically stabilized. As long as you pass the inspection, mass production can be carried out at any time.

But I have to remind you, high-tech weapons are not cheap.

Darren lit a cigar and smiled, waving his hand.

"Money is no object, let's open it up."

Then Vince Smokes Gatch beckoned the cloned soldiers forward. The soldiers marched up, ripped open the seal, and opened the box.

Darren was instantly the center of attention.

A variety of technological weapons lay in wooden chests, cushioned by dried straw.

Vince Smok Gatch casually picked up a smooth, cylindrical weapon. Unlike conventional cannons, this one had a thin, long barrel connected to a metal cylinder at the end.

"This is a flamethrower, capable of emitting flames around 300 degrees Celsius. Its attack range is thirty meters and it can continuously spray for 15 minutes. After the fuel runs out, it needs to be reloaded."

"Need a demonstration" he said, glancing at Darren.

Darren made a "please" gesture.

Then Vincent Smoak Garret coldly barked, "Form ranks!"

A heavily armed clone trooper wearing mirrored goggles strode out of the crowd, hands resting behind his back. He stood in the center of the training field like a granite monolith.

Upon seeing this, both Gigi and Ka Ji's pupils constricted slightly.

This guy... isn't he going to test the power of his weapons with his own men

As if to confirm their thoughts, Vince Smoak Gargi raised the flamethrower's muzzle, aiming it across a distance of fifteen meters at the clone soldier.

Next second,

He pulled the trigger without emotion, his eyes not even blinking.

Shout!!!

A scorching fire tornado erupted instantly, engulfing the clone soldier in an instant.

Under the gaze of Maji and Gion's scalp-numbing eyes, the cloned soldiers became human torches in the inferno.

There were no cries, no struggles, not even the slightest tremor in his body.

In less than five seconds, the fire man slowly fell down.

Flames raged ceaselessly, and decaying corpses emitted wisps of smoke as the embers slowly died down.

The training ground was filled with the smell of singed feathers.

And his face turned slightly pale.

Gion felt a wave of nausea.

They are not unfamiliar with war.

But Vince Moke Gatch's cruel methods of using his subordinates as weapons test subjects were something they had never encountered before.

Smoke billows.

Vinsmoke Gage put down the flamethrower and turned to face the naval Colonel with a proud expression:

"How"

Darren, however, frowned. "300 degrees"

The temperature of a flame depends on the fuel and the density of the oxidizer (air), ranging from hundreds to thousands of degrees.

But that is based on real-world data.

In this world where the technological tree of piracy has been skewed beyond belief, normal flames have a temperature range of 200 to 900 degrees due to a lack of high-concentration fuel.

Limited by the world setting, this is also the ultimate temperature of the Burning-Burning Fruit.

And the temperature of magma is between 900 and 1400 degrees, so the magma fruit is the advanced form of the burning fruit.

"The attack frequency is average, the attack range is average, it still needs to be refueled, as for the power..."

Darren shook his head and looked at Vince Smoak Garci said:

"You can't possibly test the power of this thing like that."

"Research and manufacturing weapons are your strong suits, but murder is a different matter."

For a normal human body, there isn't much difference between killing someone with a bullet, a knife, or a club.

"Speaking of which, Darren smiled."

"And, unfortunately, I have quite a bit of research in killing."

Vincent Smoak gasped, then grumbled indignantly:

"What do you mean then"

Darren stepped forward, reaching up to remove the black tie from his military uniform collar. He took off his pristine white cloak of justice and shed his upper military attire, revealing a body scarred with wounds.

Upon seeing his actions, both Jiyuan and Jiaji displayed expressions of astonishment and shock.

This guy... couldn't he be wanting to...

The flying squirrel painfully covered its face.

Vince Smoker also stared blankly at the Marine Colonel radiating a wild and violent aura, momentarily stunned.

Only then did Darren crack his neck, emitting a series of popping and crackling sounds like frying beans, before grinning savagely:

"Come, test me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a gust of wind swept across the training ground, whipping the navy's black hair and making his eyes appear even more frenzied.

"Are you serious"

Vincent Moretti twitched at the corner of his eye and asked.

"Then, as if suddenly realizing something, Jiaji hurriedly jumped out and said,"

"Hey hey hey, Darren this isn't a joke, that's three hundred degrees of flame... what if it burns you alive Then this position as the North Sea Admiral... would be mine! Ah, I shouldn't have said anything."

He quickly covered his mouth.

Then Darren "brightened up" and said:

"Well, Major Jiaji is right. Since that's the case, I won't risk it."

"This glorious mission, then, is entrusted to the genius from Headquarters… Captain Kaji, I presume."

As he spoke, he reached out with a large hand and grabbed the back of Jiaji's neck.

"Oh, oh, oh!! You better come then!!"

Moreover, the added amount immediately shrunk back at an unprecedented speed, leaving him sweating profusely.

"Okay, enough joking around," Darren looked back at Vince McMahon, his voice serious.

"I'm serious."

He was indeed serious.

Darren has already trained his physique to the point where he can withstand bullets and small-scale artillery shells. He can even withstand the impact heat generated by artillery explosions, so this 300-degree flamethrower shouldn't be too dangerous.

Most importantly, with the "Perception" talent, he can indeed judge the destructive power of weapons through direct attacks.

After all, the fleet he wanted to build was not intended for mere skirmishes in the North Sea.

In his vision, the military force under his command must at least have the combat strength of the New World Pirate Crew.

Then, naturally, the weapons equipped on this fleet must also reach a certain level of power.

Seeing Arron's insistence, Vince Smoak Gatch no longer hesitated and directly pulled the trigger at him.

Roar!!

In the narrowed pupils of Kaji and Gion, a long tongue of flame shot out from the jetpack, enveloping Darren's upper body.

A scorching heatwave struck suddenly, whipping up a sweltering frenzy in the training ground.

Everyone present looked at the man bathed in crimson flames, standing firm and unyielding, with expressions of shock and disbelief.

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