The Mighty Fighter Is Back novel Chapter 48

Charles looked at the distant battlefield with fanatical eyes.

Once he also had the hope of becoming as powerful as Pierre. Unfortunately, he was far from qualified to do so.

Charles held back his depression and said, "Keep watching. Pierre has just started to exert his strength!"

The battle over there was very fierce.

The fleet over there began to fire. It blew up splashes tens of meters high like stormy waves.

Pierre was like a swimming fish. He shuttled through the sea as fast as lightning, dodging shells and bullets.

With a pair of iron fists, he constantly punched the warships.

Boom!

The warships were broken asunder one after another!

In less than 10 minutes, more than 20 enemy warships were completely annihilated!

"Really? All dead?"

Charles's men were all stunned. It made their hair stand on end.

Charles said with a wry smile, "Now you know why I would rather resign and return to the W gang."

The men looked at each other in shame.

The sea was raging and the waves were choppy.

Charles's men looked at the disintegrating fleet. They felt like stormy waves, unable to calm down for a long time.

While others were still in a state of shock, Pierre jumped out of the sea and returned through the waves.

His eyes were cold. His murderous look was soaring and his speed was faster than a swimming fish.

He brought up splashes all over the sky while jumping onto the deck.

Carrying the power of destroying the heavily armed fleet, he looked imposing and majestic at this moment.

One of his men immediately stepped forward and presented a towel.

"Congratulations to the general for his victory!"

Other men came forward one after another. They shouted in unison to celebrate Pierre’s victory.

Pierre simply nodded. He took the towel and wiped the water drops on his body, then lightly ordered, "I have been back for so long and I haven't fought for a long time. Today, I finally relaxed my muscles and bones. Return to the Lord."

The calm tone revealed his great confidence.

Destroying a fleet was a piece of cake to him, just like cutting up vegetables.

"General Pierre orders us to return!" someone conveyed his orders.

Charles stepped forward, respectful and fanatical.

"Pierre is mighty. He destroyed the enemy fleet. He is mighty and powerful."

Charles's men also apologized one after another, looking ashamed. With admiration and worship in their eyes, they were looking at Pierre like looking at a god of war.

"I'm sorry, General Pierre. We were wrong about you!"

"We are men of narrow view. Please forgive us!"

All were congratulations from the bottom of their heart!

Facing all kinds of worshipping and fanatical eyes, Pierre said faintly, "What I have learned is taught by the Lord. Compared to him, I am still a hundred thousand miles behind him!"

Charles's men were almost suffocated by shock, with their eyes wide open.

Pierre was already powerful. Then, to what extent was the power of Richard Thompson, the boss of Pierre?

Conquer a country with ease?

Lift his feet and level a war zone?

At this moment, Charles's men finally understood why Charles would rather resign as a general and follow the Lord of the W gang.

In the midst of all the discussions, the armored ship turned around and sailed back.

The war at sea had come to an end.

On the other side, the rental house was completely quiet.

The crisis of the Smith family was temporarily relieved.

Catherine still frowned. She felt great pressure, and thus couldn’t eat well.

Although she managed to repay the Smith and Miller families, but she now owed Kurt a tremendous amount of money!

Thirty million! How could she afford to pay off!

She felt a lot of pressure thinking of that.

At this moment, Jane's phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the caller ID, Jane frowned and hesitated for a long time before answering reluctantly. "Hello, Louise?"

" Jane! Don't forget the annual family meeting tomorrow. Everyone will go. Your family has to come too! Remember to bring some good gifts to the elders!"

The strange voice sounded. The tone was high and full of humiliation.

Jane flushed and clenched her fist.