"No more ammo!"
Hercule was about to continue moving the warhead, but his hand came up empty.
Looking at Nicholas who was holding a telescope beside him, Hercule wanted to ask something, but he suddenly realized something.
Perhaps it was because he was a little mentally confused, under the illumination of the fireworks, Hercule found that he had no idea who the guy in front of him was.
"What is your name?"
The atmosphere was somewhat subtle.
"Nikola Tesla."
Nicholas said as he held out his hand, looking as if he was trying to remain elegant even if a mountain was collapsing in front of him.
"Hercule Christie, it's nice to meet you."
Hercule's brain began to swell, and he also stretched out his hand and shook Nicholas's, looking like a comrade-in-arms.
"So... we're out of ammunition, what should we do?"
Hercule said urgently that without the cover of artillery fire, they would lose their last means of resistance.
"What else can we do? Get ready to retreat!"
As Nicholas spoke, he put down the telescope. Several people had already approached here, and Lorenzo's figure appeared in the field of vision.
I have to say that after going through so much, Lorenzo has become a reassuring character. Although this person has many problems, as long as he is present, no matter how terrible the hell is, there is a glimmer of hope.
"Come with me, Hercule. It will take more than one person to get the Silverfish started."
As Nicholas said this, he ran and jumped directly onto the Silver Fish.
The cabin is very small. As an experimental model, its space is very narrow and there is basically no extra space. Therefore, the perpetual motion pump placed everything in the cabin and made the entire ship into a sword-like shape.
"So we are standing on a steam turbine that could explode at any time?"
After listening to Nicholas' brief introduction to the Silverfish, Hercule suddenly realized this cruel reality.
"Trust me, this stuff is calibrated and there's nothing wrong with it. Hand me the bucket."
Nicholas lifted the metal cover, revealing the dark pipes underneath.
"What kind of verification did you do?"
Hercule lifted the heavy bucket, not knowing what was in it.
"Check. Anyway, we drove from the high seas to here, and there were no problems along the way... except that sometimes the vibrations were too strong and some screws loosened."
Nicholas took the bucket, while Hercule covered his face, thinking that land was safer.
"So... what are you pouring?"
The dark liquid poured out of the bucket and was poured into the pipe. Hercule looked at the liquid and felt uneasy for some reason.
"Lacquer antimony, diluted lacquer antimony, you must have seen this stuff, right? It's the fuel that Lorenzo uses to blow things up into the sky."
Nicholas poured a whole bucket of diluted antimony lacquer into the pipe mouth and then screwed the metal lid on.
Antimony lacquer? Diluted antimony lacquer
Hercule remembered that Lorenzo had introduced this thing before. He also used this thing to blow up the street. However, Hercule remembered that the dosage was very small at that time, but just a little bit could produce such great destructive power. Now this guy named Nicholas poured a bucket of it. Although it was diluted, this...