Wilson stood on the deck, his face no longer showing fear, only gloomy and angry. Although Mo Hai had strange magical powers, Wilson was not a vegetarian. He did not believe that his own shells and torpedoes could not deal with a single person.
To be honest, if hundreds of artillery shells and torpedoes were fired at the same time, Mo Hai would not be afraid, but it would inevitably affect the people on the Chinese side.
Mo Hai's face turned cold.
Mo Hai was unwilling to take action just now because he was too lazy to consume spiritual power. After all, powerful destructive power requires strong spiritual power support.
So just now Mo Hai just showed off his magical power, hoping to scare these Americans. But sometimes, there is a road to heaven, but people just don't want to walk on it. There is no door to hell, but they broke their heads trying to break in.
"Your Excellency, you'd better not move. There are now a total of 243 shells pointed at you. As long as you move, the shells will be launched. Your body, even if it is made of steel, cannot withstand it. Moreover,
You don’t want to involve other people, right?” Wilson sneered.
"Do you think you can stop me like this?" Mo Hai smiled faintly.
"I think it can." Wilson was very confident. He was caught off guard by Mo Hai just now. Now he is fully prepared, and there are submarines under the sea to assist him. No matter how powerful Mo Hai is, can he still block the blockade in one second?
Does the residence have gun barrels?
"Wilson, do you think you are the only ones who have artillery shells and torpedoes? If you fire cannons, our Chinese artillery shells will not be vegetarian." Yang Zicheng yelled. Fastest updated
The two sides are in a stalemate. Indeed, no one has the courage to actually fire. Once the gun is fired, the consequences will be unpredictable.
Although Yang Zicheng was verbally domineering, he was really worried.
"Young Master Mo, please don't move now. Wilson can do what he says and can do. He really knows how to fire." Yang Zicheng persuaded Mo Hai earnestly.
Zeng Jinren said nothing, his face heavy.
Mo Hai may not be afraid of cannonballs, but don't forget that there are ordinary people here, and cannonballs are ruthless. Now everyone's safety depends on Mo Hai alone.
Zeng Jinren couldn't help but look at Mo Hai. Mo Hai's gloomy face was extremely solemn. It seemed that Mr. Mo also had concerns and worries.
"Don't worry, I won't move." Mo Hai smiled slightly.
Yang Zicheng couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly said loudly through the radio: "Wilson, Mr. Mo has already said that he will never move. Don't be impulsive. I suggest that we sit down again and have a good talk."
Hearing Yang Zicheng's words, Wilson couldn't help but said to the people around him: "You see, in the face of tough people, we can only adopt a tougher attitude."
Just as Wilson finished speaking, suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky again, blocking the sun. Wilson couldn't help but look up at the sky.
"This weather is really troublesome," Wilson cursed.
Wilson cursed the weather and didn't care anymore. On the sea, the weather was unpredictable, which was normal. Raining did not affect the firing of cannonballs. This was the benefit of technology.
"General Yang, I don't think there's any need for negotiation. Undersea treasures and unowned things belong to whoever can get them. Now, I don't think there's any need for an equal share," Wilson said with a sneer.
Yang Zicheng frowned and almost dropped the radio microphone in anger.
Yang Zicheng was extremely dissatisfied with Wilson's suggestion of dividing the treasure equally just now, not to mention that now, Wilson was even more brazen and unwilling to even share the treasure, and wanted to monopolize the treasure.
"It's so annoying. Such a stalemate is no solution. Hey, the weather has changed again and it's going to rain again. God is really helping us this time." Yang Zicheng said angrily. Suddenly, seeing the sky getting darker and darker, he couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised.
Although heavy rain cannot block the artillery shells, it can at least interfere with the enemy's line of sight.
"General Yang, God is not helping us. Look, it's not raining, but snowing." Qin Xiaoyue suddenly laughed.
Only then did Yang Zicheng take a closer look, and suddenly there was heavy snowfall in the sky.
What's strange is that the heavy snow only covers the location where the American warship is located. The falling snow is like someone dumping goose feathers in the sky. Standing in the snow, there is not even a meter as far as the eye can see.
"What, what's going on?" Yang Zicheng was struck by lightning and was inexplicably shocked.
Zeng Jinren was also stunned for a moment, and finally realized that this should be Mr. Mo's magical power.
Qin Xiaoyue smiled and said nothing. If she hadn't seen Mo Hai's magical power in Luoxue Courtyard the night before yesterday, she would never have imagined that this heavy snow was caused by her own son.
"It can't be Mr. Mo's method, right?" Yang Zicheng came back to his senses and was even more incredible.
"If it wasn't the young master's magical power, who else could it be?" Qin Xiaoyue smiled proudly.
Yang Zicheng stopped talking because he was speechless. Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, Yang Zicheng kept repeating one sentence in his heart.
Is this still a human being? Is this still a human being?
This is indeed not the method used by people in martial arts. Mo Hai stood like this without even moving, and actually caused climate change. Even if he saw it with his own eyes, it would be unbelievable.
On the American warship, a group of people were surprised when they saw a sudden heavy snowfall. After all, it was rare to see heavy snowfall at sea. But soon, everyone's surprise and excitement cooled down.
The snow was too heavy, and the temperature dropped quickly. The American soldiers were shivering from the cold.
In just a few minutes, the snow on the warship reached 20 centimeters. I am afraid that after a while, the snow will be higher than a person.
Wells frowned and his face became serious. Although the blizzard came suddenly and strangely, he did not suspect Mo Hai.
"It's really bad weather. Let's go out and take shelter from the snow and wind," Wilson said.
"But what about those Chinese people?"
"They must also be avoiding the wind and snow. Let's wait until the snow and wind stops. Just let the submarine continue to monitor." Wilson said.
He thought that this blizzard was widespread, and that the warships of China and island countries were also being hit by the blizzard.
But here in China and the island countries, not a single snowflake was seen.
Kitagawa Yutaka stood on the side of the warship, his eyes dim.
"This blizzard is so weird, why is it over there in the United States?" an island samurai standing next to Kitagawa Yutaka said strangely.
"It's not surprising at all, this heavy snow has an owner. Wherever its owner orders it to fall, it will definitely fall there." Kitagawa Yutaka said, with unprecedented solemnity in his eyes.
"Daxue still has an owner?"
"Isn't the owner of Heavy Snow the same God?"
"Maybe God is helping China."
Those people from the island country couldn't help but wonder.
Even though Kitagawa Yutaka had warned him, no one connected this sudden blizzard with Mo Hai.
Because no one believes that humans can control weather changes.
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