"Commander, what's wrong with you?"

Z, who walked through the gravel path and noticed that Ponzi's expression was a little strange, asked.

While asking questions, she looked around from time to time, sniffing Ponzi with her nose like a police dog, as if she would not give up until she found something.

"Well... I met a wild animal a little bit, maybe."

Pushing Z's head away from his body, Ponzi made an excuse and tried to pass the topic. He stared at the direction where the figure disappeared. He was thinking about whether he should explain to Z clearly what happened just now.

"wild animals?"

Z's eyes were filled with suspicion of his cheating husband. Being stared at by this look, Ponzi decided to lie. He had a premonition that if he told the truth, something bad would happen.

"By the way, Z, are there other people on this island? I mean, are there any other crew members who survived?"

Picking up the toiletries placed aside, Ponzi asked while holding Z's hand and walking back.

There was silence behind him at first, and then a sight that could make people's backs burn appeared in the silence. He pretended to scratch his back, and Ponzi felt that he had said the wrong thing.

"No"

Z's response was cold and firm, without any sense of doubt or thinking. Its answer was a very standard statement.

"No?"

Ponzi turned around in surprise. At this time, Z was different from usual. His face was as frosty as a real weapon, and there was no human breath on his body.

"Yes, I didn't meet anyone while collecting supplies."

Something is wrong, there is a big problem in Z’s words.

A transport ship and several frigates, hundreds of thousands of people, no matter how bad the situation is, there should be one or two survivors. Besides, with so many supplies collected at the beach, is it really impossible for Z to meet "people"?

?

"So, where is the ship girl?"

People's problems cannot be explored further. Alarm bells rang in his heart. Ponzi turned the topic to ship girls. At least the figure in the bushes had a high probability of being a ship girl.

"It's even more impossible for a ship girl. There will be mutual induction between us, which is more effective than radar."

Z's face softened, and it seemed that the topic of shipgirls had not touched her bottom line.

After keeping his mouth shut and thinking for a while, Ponzi, unable to contain his curiosity, spoke again.

"How many ship girls are coming with us this time? Well, I seem to have injured my head when I was in a coma, and my memory is a bit confused."

After reading too many time-travel novels, Ponzi's tone seemed extremely normal when he talked about his amnesia.

After Z checked her head for a long time with a worried look on her face, it wasn't until she saw no wounds that Ponzi was pleased to hear an answer.

"There are five in total, I, Enterprise, Edinburgh, Goddess of Kitchen Goddess, Cassin"

Two destroyers, one cruiser, one aircraft carrier, and one maintenance team. In terms of configuration, this team is very versatile and can basically deal with any situation.

However, that figure obviously does not exist in this team, and it is impossible to check it with the facts that Ponzi saw with his own eyes.

"Is that all there is?"

"Um"

After receiving a surprised look from Z, Ponzi did not dare to continue questioning, for fear that he would be exposed.

"commander"

"Um?"

Z stopped, and Ponzi stopped as well. He looked at Z strangely, and was a little worried that he had said something wrong and aroused suspicion.

"That white thing, what is it?"

Following the direction of Z's finger, Ponzi saw Ruby who was busy with something unknown on the top of the dock. Feeling the gaze of the two people, Ruby looked back and chose to ignore it and go back to her own business.

"Of course it is..."

Ponzi suddenly woke up. Just because he had read too many time-travel novels, he took the ruby ​​​​as an accompanying system, a golden finger, and the like.

However, in fact, its existence not only did not provide any help, but also caused considerable negative impact.

In other words, is ruby ​​really a golden finger?

Can Ponzi really believe it?

"If you were not injured and fought head-on, could you win it?"

Ponzi put forward a hypothesis. He needed to evaluate Ruby's combat effectiveness in order to prepare for the worst possible situation.

"It's difficult. It seems to be able to see through my movements, so even if the ship suit...is repaired, I may not be able to defeat it."

When answering Ponzi's question, Z obviously paused at the word "ship equipment". Looking at the shipyard reflected in her eyes, Ponzi was curious as to why she didn't ask how it appeared.

"Aren't you wondering how that iron house came to be?"

He asked curiously and had an answer ready in his heart. If Z asked, Ponzi would throw it out.

"I will get it back for the commander."

The answer was unsatisfactory. Ponzi recalled it and determined that he had asked the wrong question. So why did Z give such an inexplicable answer?

"Want to come in for a drink?"

After finishing her work on the top of the dock, Ruby raised her orange juice glass high and opened the dock door and asked loudly.

The living conditions in the dock and cave were different. Ponzi did not hesitate. He pulled Z and got in immediately.

"Tsk, tsk, that's really rude."

"Do you still have to be polite between me and you? Isn't what's yours mine?"

Ignoring Ruby's teasing, Ponzi lay down on the sofa, enjoying the orange juice brought by Z and the grilled sausage cut into small pieces. He squinted his eyes happily in the cool breeze of the air conditioner.

"Bliss on earth, right?"

Ruby grabbed the remote control and switched the TV program to China on the Tip of the Tongue. Looking at the exquisite and tempting dishes inside, Ponzi, who had not eaten seasonings for a long time, swallowed.

“If only there were Colonel chicken nuggets.”

Attracted by the food on TV, Ponzi unconsciously said the name of a food. Upon hearing this, Ruby took out the PAD in Ponzi's pocket and quickly flipped through it.

Unlike Z who stood up nervously and wanted to fight, Ruby and Ponzi couldn't smell the smell of yesterday's gunpowder at all. They looked at each other and smiled like a family.

"You can buy it with just one energy point."

He helped Ponzi find the Colonel's chicken nugget making machine, and he thoughtfully compared the size with his hands, indicating where it would be safe to put it.

With eloquent words and saliva flying, Ruby exaggerated and praised this machine over and over again for how good it is and how affordable it is. She recommended Ponzi to buy one and put it at home.

"What about weapons and equipment?"

Ruby didn't answer.

"What about clones?"

Ruby didn't answer.

"Mipa"

"ah?"

Hearing Ponzi suddenly make a strange cry, Ruby made a confused sound and cast a searching look at him.

"nothing"

It can't be nothing.

Both of them are very aware that the other has a problem and what the other wants from here.

"Get out! Get out of here, everyone!!"

Those two seemingly innocuous words were like turning on a certain switch. Ruby suddenly threw the PAD back to Ponzi angrily and kicked them both out.

After leaving the dock, Z looked indignant, but Ponzi was actually still smiling.

"Be prepared, you will have to fight it sooner or later"

"As you command!"
Chapter completed!