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"But you haven't answered my question yet." Heidaner looked down at Huolei calmly, his size almost made him push to the top of the low cabin.

"I am an intern who just got on the boat. Half of my eye asked me to come to you. My name is Huolei." Huolei briefly introduced himself, and then hesitated for a moment, but didn't know what questions he should ask. He just stared at Heidan'er and found that the other party looked more and more like a basketball star.

You can't ask which team he belongs to!

"As Dragon people are always so fussy?" Hei Dan frowned, as if he knew what Hore wanted to ask: "I know you are wondering about my skin color. I can also tell you that the Turret number is not originally produced in the As Dragon Crystal Wall magic ship, so there are other Crystal Wall crews on the ship, so there is nothing strange about it!

Before Huo Lei could speak, Hei Dan continued, "It seems that the Aslong people had lost the courage to explore the main material plane from a long time ago. Many people lack the correct view of the main material plane. They can only accept what they know. When they encounter what they cannot understand, they either use the set they are familiar with to explain, or simply denounce it as heresy. They ask me that this kind of person is better to stay at home and watch their children. If they leave the world they know, they will not be able to survive for a minute!"

Horay originally wanted to say something, but he really didn't expect that the black man in front of him was not only not like a pirate, he was simply an orator, thinker, and educator. After saying a word, he took the black towel handed to him by Horay, put it on a metal pipe beside him, and continued to say to Horay: "The main material plane is very vast, it has no boundaries and no ends. What does it mean? It represents infinite possibilities! It is really strange that some people can accept goblins and dwarves, but cannot accept humans with dark or purple skin. Do you know, even as an intern sailor, you should establish a correct view of the main material plane. Fussing will only make you look like an idiot. Okay, I received a notice from more than half of my eyes, asking me to think about which turret they arranged you on..."

Huole nodded one after another while following Heidan'er along the aisle. Now Huole was convinced that Heidan'er was definitely not a basketball player, and those guys who only know how to shoot balls definitely did not have such a correct view of the main material plane!

"What should I call you?" Huo Lei asked behind Heidan'er, feeling that he could not use this slightly disrespectful name.

"My name is Mandela, you can call me Hei Daner."

Horay staggered and almost fell to the ground again.

Turning out the area full of oil and machinery, Horay followed Mandela to a huge bulkhead. Horay slightly adapted to the gravitational plane of the turret and found that the so-called wall should be the side of the turret ship. The so-called bulkhead also looked like a towering steel city wall. The wall seemed to be riveted with huge iron plates. Fist-sized rivets shone with a faint green light on the bulkhead. In addition, countless slide rails were arranged inlaid on them. Some iron seats were moving back and forth on the slide rails. Mandela sat on a moving seat parked next to the wall, signaling Horay to sit on the chair next to it.

"If I remember correctly, they arranged you at No. 69, right?" Mandela said and looked at Horey, his expression became a little weird: "But I think you can't even control the slide chair."

"Ah?" Horay carefully touched a row of pull rods on the armrest of the slide rail chair: "That's right, you're right."

"It's actually very simple." Hei Dan'er pointed to one of the engines: "Use it to control the slide chair, and then you can reach any place in the port side as you wish."

Huole nodded. It turned out that this wall was the real port area. However, Huole wanted to ask clearly what other engines and the wheels on the side of the chair were used for on the rail chair armrests. However, Huole looked up at the cables swinging above his head and other moving rail chairs, and found that he had more important questions to ask.

“What are the measures to prevent collisions with other slide chairs and tangled with cables?”

"Your hands, eyes, and your reflex nerves!" Mandela said, pulling the pulley in his hand upwards. The slide chair made a thump and ejected directly along the slide rail behind the back of the chair. The speed was not very fast, but it was enough for Horay to be dumbfounded.

"No!" Huo Lei had to try to control the slide chair and follow Heidan'er: "Hey, please wait for me!"

The two chairs seemed to be gravel thrown on the ice, sliding on the wide surface of the port side. Horay found that there were not many times when he actually needed to control it himself, because the linkage and exchange of the slide rails seemed to follow some internal law that could minimize accidents. However, just when Horay came in a sigh of relief, he heard Mandela shouting loudly: "Turn left!"

For a moment, Huo Lei could no longer tell the upper, lower and left and right. His body was tightly leaning against the back of the chair, holding the armrest of the slide chair with one hand, and holding the other hand on the engine that controls the slide chair with the other. He looked up at Mandela's slide chair, and then followed Hedan'er's movement track and pulled the engine to one side.

The centrifugal force generated when the slide rail chair was incorporated into another slide rail almost swung Hole out of the chair, and it was not the more thrilling thing. A flat cockpit suddenly rose from the flat wall, and a pirate with a collapsed nose sat in the strange cockpit, made of steel and cables, constantly shaking a wheel handle under his butt.

Mandela and Hore almost passed by the cockpit-like device that suddenly appeared, and Hore felt cold sweat coming out from the soles of his feet to the back of his neck. However, Mandela was still in the mood to say hello to the pirate with a slump with a nose: "Damn you want to hit me to death!"

Huo Lei looked at the pirate with a slight nose and waved at them with a smile. But the position behind him should be the ground can no longer be seen clearly. If it falls down, it is impossible to take care of itself. It is absolutely impossible to take care of yourself!

The journey ahead was basically safe. Mandela shouted to ask Hore to reduce the sliding speed of the slide chair. After Hore figured out how to operate, the two slide chairs collided together, fortunately their running directions were consistent, not only did not cause any catastrophic consequences, but the speed of the slide chairs was reduced together.

"We're here." After all the two slide chairs stopped, Mandela said: "As the first time you operate the slide chair, you're doing pretty well!"

Horay was about to say thank you, but he heard Mandela shouting loudly: "Oh my God, you didn't wear a seat belt. How did you come here alive!"

Huo Lei bit his lip hard and finally swallowed the sentence "Fuck you didn't tell me to wear a seat belt!"

Huole leaned forward a little, and there was a bright light under his hanging feet. The sliding rail chair and the occasionally popping cockpit made the port side uneven. Although there was no wind, Huole felt a chill. If it fell down at this height, it would no longer be too late to take care of itself.

Mandela used the slide rail chair to slide slowly to the side, and after a certain distance from Horella, he said, "This is the cockpit entrance of the No. 69 Turret Cabinet. Kick the cockpit next to you, and it's the square iron block on the wall!"

Horay looked at the bulkhead between him and Mandela, with the big "Sixty-Nine" painted with white paint. Then Horay followed Mandela's instructions and kicked the iron block that slightly protruded the wall into the bulkhead. After a sound of metal friction, a cockpit-shaped device protruded the bulkhead and appeared in front of Horay.

"Operate the slide rail chair and slide into the cockpit, and they will automatically connect together." The sound from behind scared Hore. When he looked back, Mandela had already walked around behind Hore from somewhere.

Horay carefully controlled the slide rail chair to move forward because the raised cockpit cut off the slide rail in front, but there was no device in the cockpit that could handle the slide rail chair. I always felt that if I pushed forward, the slide rail chair and Horay would fall directly from the port side.

Huo Lei made his heart aside, and his body and the slide chair rushed to the side. Anyway, the pirates wanted to kill him, so it was impossible for him to use this strange and extremely troublesome method. Sure enough, he heard a few "click" and "click" sounds one after another, and Huo Lei was already sitting in the cockpit.

The left and rear sides of the cockpit are dense iron walls, which are hung with various engines, bevels, wheels, valves and gates. The entrance to the cockpit is of course open. As for the opposite side of Huole, the upper half is empty, with nothing else except a few iron rods like protective windows. There is a space wrapped in iron sheet around the foot. Seven or eight pedals line up high and low. Through the pedal, Huole could still see the empty space under his feet.

Huole tried to put his foot on one of the pedals. It was just right, and it was indeed a linkage device that was controlled by his feet.

"The cockpit gate is on the upper left of you. After the cockpit is retracted, it will directly enter the first floor turret. Turret No. 69 is a three-story turret, and it can only be controlled by one person. This is not easy. I think you need to spend more time..."

"Oh my god!"

Horay's slide chair suddenly turned over, and Horay suddenly became head down on the slide chair. If it hadn't been for Mandela's reminder and fastened his seat belt, Horay would have leaked directly from the empty space under the cockpit.

"Don't just stomp and press before I finish my words. Even if you want to practice cockpit rotation, you have to wait until the cockpit is reclaimed!" Mandela said as he stretched out his foot to step down a certain pedal for Hore. Hore and the slide chair flipped back again: "Okay, now you knock down the cockpit gate and go into the turret to take a look."

Horay did not dare to move casually anymore, and obediently pressed the gate button in the cockpit as Mandela's prompt. With a dull roar, Horay and the cockpit of Turret No. 69 fell into the port bulkhead.
Chapter completed!