Chương 1544: On top of the war (156)

A little further away, Blackbeard's sinister eyes were staring at Brian who was fighting hard.

When he noticed the amazing power displayed by Brian, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

"I didn't expect it to be the Momo Fruit. This guy is so lucky!"

Blackbeard muttered to himself.

He had heard of the fame of the Momo Fruit a long time ago.

As early as his youth, he had heard legends about it many times.

Back then, the strong man named Bondi Wald relied on the terrifying power of the Momo Fruit to travel the sea and eventually won the reputation of "World Destroyer".

Thinking of this, a gleam of greed involuntarily flashed in Blackbeard's eyes.

Originally, he wanted to seize the Zhenzhen Fruit. If this plan failed, then obtaining the Momo Fruit would be a good alternative.

At this moment, the greed in his eyes became stronger and stronger, even surpassing his inner fear of the Rockefeller Kingdom.

On the dark and smoke-filled battlefield, the sounds of gunfire and shouts of killing intertwined into a chaotic melody.

Hannah was extremely anxious. She rushed left and right in the crowd like a frightened deer, running towards Daisy with all her might.

Her steps were hurried and hurried, raising a small cloud of dust with every step.

Her breathing became heavy and rapid, and her chest heaved violently like a bellows.

Finally, Hannah ran to Daisy's side, panting. She supported her knees with her hands, trying to calm her breathing, and then shouted anxiously, "Sister Daisy, Brian can't hold on any longer, I need your support!"

Hannah's voice was tearful, her eyes were full of worry and anxiety, and tears were welling up in her eyes, as if they would burst out at the next second.

"what?"

Daisy's originally fierce attack came to an abrupt halt, and the sharp blade in her hand, which was shining with cold light, also stopped in mid-air.

Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and she immediately began to search for Brian in this chaotic battlefield.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes revealed a hint of nervousness and uneasiness.

Soon, Daisy saw Brian who was struggling to fight the enemy in a corner of the battlefield.

At this time, Brian's body was covered with scars, and his clothes were torn in several places. Blood was constantly oozing out from the wounds, staining his clothes red.

His face was full of fatigue and pain, but his eyes still revealed a firm fighting spirit.

"That's Vice Admiral Chaton!"

Daisy recognized Brian's opponent at first sight.

"No, Brian is no match for him!"

A strong feeling of worry surged in Daisy's heart. She didn't care about Hannah who was still gasping for breath beside her. A hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

Daisy's feet suddenly underwent a strange change, transforming into two huge jets, spewing out blazing flames and making a deafening roar.

The whole person flew up like an arrow. Under the powerful thrust of the jet, Daisy drew a graceful arc in the air and flew rapidly towards the direction of Chatun.

Her hair fluttered in the wind and her eyes revealed a fearless courage.

At this time, Chatun, after enduring seven or eight consecutive fierce attacks from Brian, was not at all panicked.

He calmly observed Brian's every move, trying to figure out his fighting pattern.

After taking Brian's punch head-on, Chatun keenly seized the opportunity, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly stretched out a strong arm and grabbed Brian's fist like a pair of pliers.

Then, Chatun used his waist to exert force, turned his body quickly, and threw Brian out with a beautiful shoulder throw.

Brian drew a parabola in the air and fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust. He lay on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to stand up for a while.

In this tense situation, Chatun keenly captured the excellent opportunity in front of him.

When his eyes fell on Brian, a strong urge suddenly surged in his heart, and he immediately wanted to capture Brian.

He thought quickly in his mind that once they successfully captured Bryan, their navy would have the confidence to threaten the Rockefeller Kingdom.

You know, such opportunities are absolutely rare.

As the Rockefeller Empire becomes increasingly arrogant, this may be the key opportunity for the Navy to turn the situation around.

With Bryan as a hostage, the Navy can take the initiative in the game with the Rockefeller Kingdom, and maybe even make that arrogant kingdom obedient.

The more Chatun thought about it, the more excited he became. With a determined light flashing in his eyes, he rushed forward without hesitation.

His steps were vigorous and powerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on the heart of the enemy.

He leaned forward slightly, clenched his fists, and looked ready to attack at any time.

He had only one thought in his mind, which was to capture Brian as soon as possible.

However, fate did not seem to intend for Chatun to achieve his goal so smoothly.

But just when he was halfway there, a whistling sound of wind suddenly appeared in the relatively calm air.

The sound of the wind was sharp and piercing, like the horn of death.

Immediately afterwards, a cannonball streaked through the sky, with a terrifying scream, and flew towards the tea pig at an extremely fast speed.

This shell was like a meteor, dragging a long flame, and it came towards the tea pig with great momentum.

With a loud "boom", the shell landed in front of Chatun.

In an instant, a powerful explosion shock wave spread out in all directions with the point where the shell landed as the center.

The flames and thick smoke produced by the explosion rose into the sky, as if an angry beast was roaring.

The aftermath of the explosion was like a raging wave, which blew the tea pig away.

Chatun only felt a huge force suddenly hit him, and his body flew up uncontrollably.

In mid-air, Chatun somersaulted more than a dozen times like a kite with a broken string.

His hair was blown messy and his face was full of horror and disbelief.

He tried desperately to steady himself, but the powerful impact made it impossible for him to do so.

After a lot of struggle, Chatun finally squatted down slightly and knelt on one knee on the ground.

The huge impact force caused his knees to sink deeply into the ground, and a small pothole appeared on the ground.

His body continued to slide back one meter. Every inch of the ground seemed to be against him, and the resistance was enormous.

At this time, the navy uniform on Chatun's body had become tattered. The originally straight uniform became full of holes, and the strips of cloth were flying wildly in the wind.