Build A Scientific And Technological Civilization Part 2

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Modo observed a row of sailors not far in front of him, covered in wheat, who had fallen. The Astra Militarum used the M60 Machine Gun to mow them down.

At the same time, to the left, to the right, and the rear, the unidentified sound of gunfire came from all three directions. This was followed by the sound of screaming and the falling of each sailor. In less than a minute, the 3,000 sailors who had boarded the island had fallen by more than half.

The area in front of the island master's residence was flat, providing almost no cover at all, except for a wide road in the middle. In other places, there were many fields planted with crops. The 3,000 sailors became mere targets, being harvested.

At this time, the remaining sailors reacted by hurriedly lying down. This was a way to reduce their losses. Some frightened sailors jumped into the stinking ditches on both sides of the road to avoid the fire from the M60. Although it was quite humiliating, it was very effective. At least they saved their lives.

Modo was stunned, but he followed them down. The uneasiness in his mind had not dissipated. He subconsciously looked up and suddenly saw a small black dot in the middle of the sky. These small black dots quickly grew larger as they dove down.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

Cannon fire fell among the mass of sailors, emitting a deafening sound that blew hundreds of sailors away. The cannon fired non-stop in the open space in front of the residence, plowing through the entire area.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

From time to time, the sound of cannon fire rang out, drowning even the sound of the machine gun.

Three minutes later, the attack slowly stopped. When the smoke cleared, the land—roads, fields, ditches, stones, spice trees, etc.—had been obliterated. No place was intact, especially not for the sailors. They were killed and wounded badly, with broken limbs and legs everywhere. They did not spare even those hiding in the ditches.

At the same time, at the mouth of the bay, five special forces squads quietly lurked nearby, hiding inside other ships in the bay. After Modo led the main sailors ashore, they moved quickly toward the largest Commander-Class Battleship.

The sailors on guard duty, upon seeing the special forces operators, were not alert. One sailor was about to ask questions when he was shot by an operator. The team quickly boarded the ship, taking down or subduing the guards on the battleship one by one.

"Most of the sailors here use swords, incorporating their weapons with a special sea stone, which hinders Devil Fruit users," Fleming explained. "They mainly built these forces to deal with Devil Fruit users."

Against ordinary people, it was useless, especially against the battle-hardened, heavily armed special operations team. In no time, the team easily occupied the battleship, while other squads moved simultaneously toward their targets: the other battleships.

These battleships had not received orders from Modo, so they didn't even attempt to escape. They watched helplessly as the special forces team moved in.

"SEAL Team 1 completed its mission."

"SEAL Team 2 completed its mission."

"SEAL Team 3 completed its mission."

With that, 25 battleships were under the control of the Astra Militarum.

"Can you operate the Commander-Class Battleship?" Fleming asked.

"No problem; it's not too different from our ship."

"Good." Fleming nodded slightly. Then he turned toward Elizabeth and said, "Your Highness, it's time to implement the second step of the plan."

"Alright." Elizabeth stood up. They began bringing the top brass to the warship, as this island was only a temporary place.

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In the open space in front of the island master's residence, looking around at the extremely tragic scene of death among the sailors under his command, Modo was shocked and angry. Among the 3,000 sailors, fewer than 500 were still alive, and most of those were wounded.

"Ah!" Modo stood up and let out a raging scream.

He had barely finished before he heard a poof sound. Looking down, he saw he had been hit by a bullet. But when the bullet was about to penetrate his torso, a layer of black material suddenly appeared on the surface, blocking the armor-piercing bullet abruptly.

"Hmm?" Seeing this, Fleming frowned and said, "Is this... Modo's ability?"

Noting that the armor-piercing bullets were ineffective against Modo, Fleming immediately ordered covering strikes. Mortar fire and the sound of the M60 rang out again.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

A single shell fell on Modo, but he remained unharmed, while the surrounding sailors suffered miserably. Fewer than a hundred sailors survived after a round of fire, with many dead or wounded.

Modo's eyes widened with anger, but he knew the important thing was not to seek revenge yet but to run for his life. Modo fled toward the bay, the black substance on his body constantly resisting incoming armor-piercing bullets as shells fell around him.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

The greatest threat came from the more accurate armor-piercing shells. After a few rounds, the black substance on Modo's body became much darker.

"According to the sailors under Modo on board, Modo has consumed an Obsidian Fruit, and his body is covered with a layer of obsidian, providing a very strong defense," came the report from the S.F. team over the radio.

"Continue the strike. I don't believe his defense can last indefinitely," Fleming ordered.

The distance between the house and the bay was not far—less than 4 kilometers. But during that 4-kilometer trek, Modo faced relentless bombardment. He hadn't walked a mile before the black matter covering his body was nearly gone.

Poof! An armor-piercing bullet broke through the defense, hitting Modo in the torso. He grunted in pain and stopped in place.

"Let's go and capture Modo alive." Ewart personally led the team, quickly stepping forward to take him captive.