I'm not a drama god

The moment he saw that terrifying and hideous face, Yang Xiao's heart couldn't help but tremble.

He subconsciously wanted to scream in fear, but when his peripheral vision caught sight of the familiar black costume, he was stunned... He looked blankly at the dark face that was peeling off like wall paint, trying to find some familiar shadows on it.

"You are... Director Chen?"

Although her face turned as dark as a shadow, Chen Ling's facial contours and features did not actually change much. People who are familiar with her can still recognize her if they look closely.

"You just keep having these messed up dreams... Wake up, you have more important things to do." Chen Ling in the black robe snorted coldly.

"Ah?" Yang Xiao looked confused.

"I... am I dreaming?"

After Chen Ling pointed out that this was a dream, Yang Xiao's consciousness began to become restless, as if he was constantly floating up from the deep sea, and everything around him became illusory and fragile.

Just as Chen Ling said, he seemed to be just dreaming... But if this was his dream, how did Director Chen get in?

Also, how did he become like this?

Yang Xiao's consciousness was rapidly escaping from the dream. At the same time, the voice of Chen Ling in black robes sounded again:

"60 seconds countdown..."

Yang Xiao didn't understand what this meant. Chen Ling seemed to say something else afterwards, but he couldn't hear it clearly...

He suddenly woke up from his confusion as if he had burst out of the water from the bottom of the sea. His lungs instinctively expanded rapidly and he began to cough violently, choking all the seawater in his trachea out of his mouth and nose.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

At this time, Yang Xiao was tied tightly to a metal chair, his whole body was wet, as if someone had poured a bucket of sea water on him, almost choking him to death on the spot.

Opposite him, two American soldiers casually threw the empty bucket aside and looked coldly at Yang Xiao who had just woken up.

One of them pointed a gun at Yang Xiao's forehead, and the other asked in English:

"Who sent you here, and what is your mission?"

"...Where is this place?"

Yang Xiao frowned and asked back in English.

The man with the gun looked gloomy, "Now we are questioning you."

As a gust of wind and waves swept in, the hull swayed on the sea, and slight creaking sounds came from the deck above. Yang Xiao seemed to realize something, and looked at the two American soldiers in front of him with a serious look.

Combining the fragmentary memories before he fell into a coma, he had guessed where he was...

"I don't know," he answered calmly.

“haha.”

The man with the gun seemed to have lost his patience. He strode forward, grabbed Yang Xiao's hair, pressed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, opened his mouth and roared like a wild beast, asking:

"My patience is limited! Tell me! Who are you?! What is your purpose here!!"

The smelly saliva splashed on Yang Xiao's cheek. He turned his head away in disgust and spoke calmly:

"40."

"what?"

"39, 38..."

The American soldier's brows were frowning more and more. He didn't know what was wrong with this Oriental man. Before he could say anything, a loud explosion sounded from outside, followed by a burst of rapid gunfire!

Da da da da da——

"Enemy attack?!"

Another soldier immediately said, "You stay here and watch him. I'll go out and see what's going on."

He opened the door and rushed directly to the deck, only to see that a destroyer next door had been blown in half, with billowing black smoke rising from it. A large number of artillery and deck wreckage were scattered on the surrounding sea surface, and terrified figures were scrambling to jump into the sea to escape...

The next second, a black shadow fell from the sky.

boom--! ! !

His speed was so fast that the American soldiers could not see clearly what was happening. White waves tens of meters high splashed between the two ships, and those who were trying to jump into the sea to escape were instantly turned into blood mist...

When the rising sea water fell back to the surface, the destroyer and all the soldiers on board turned into floating debris.

The surging waves almost caused the destroyer they were on to capsize. All the soldiers held on to things around them tightly to prevent themselves from slipping into the sea... Just as the soldier who had just interrogated them was grabbing the fence to steady himself, a pitch-black figure slowly rose from the sea.

The black robe fluttered in the wind, and the playful yet violent scarlet eyes were like the gaze of Satan descending upon the world.

"What the...hell..."

Da da da da da——

The firepower from several surrounding destroyers swarmed here, as if a sky full of light spots surrounded the black-robed figure!

At this distance, the standard missiles have become ineffective, and the only option is to use the destroyer's close-in firepower. Dozens of 20mm six-barreled guns are madly spraying bullets, but how can weapons of this level possibly cause any harm to the black-robed Chen Ling?

Chen Ling in black robe did not try to avoid it, but endured the hail of bullets flying all over the sky, turning into a black meteor and directly piercing through the hull of another destroyer. Fierce flames gushed out, and the huge destroyer quickly began to disintegrate after being cut in half.

The black-robed Chen Ling had no intention of stopping. He pierced through two other destroyers in succession. Balls of fire exploded on the sea, accompanied by splashing decks and weapon fragments. The entire sea area seemed to have become a purgatory on earth.

The soldier was completely dumbfounded at this point. In his memory, the last person who was so fierce was the blonde woman in a certain movie who smashed an alien UFO with her head...

In reality, is there really someone who can easily penetrate so many destroyers by himself?

What kind of monster is that??

In just a few dozen seconds, only one ship was left in the vanguard destroyer fleet. Just when many soldiers on the ship were in despair, the black-robed figure did not choose to pierce it, but chose to slowly land on the deck...

"Don't leave any one behind." Chen Ling in black robe said calmly.

Whoosh-!

A boning knife flew out from his arms and instantly pierced through the chest of an American soldier. Then it turned consciously in the air like a flying sword. The dense centipede legs waved on the handle of the boning knife, easily breaking through the iron cabin and cutting off the heads of more than a dozen people in one breath!

The terrified heads rolled to the ground like raindrops, making dull sounds. Their deaths were so horrifying and sudden that their eyes were still fixed on the direction of the deck with expressions of extreme shock.

Chen Ling in black robe walked calmly along the deck, his boning knife rapidly reaping all the lives on the destroyer, like a god of death wielding his scythe.

He walked across the deck and opened the door of the underground cabin. At the same time, a voice came from inside the room:

"3..."

"2..."

"1."

The moment the words fell, Chen Ling in black robe stood still, and the head of the last soldier fell to the ground.