Holland asked weakly: "Where are you going to take me?"

The two soldiers carrying Huo Lan lowered their heads and smiled: "Mr. Huo Lan, your extraordinary talent has touched God, and he wants to summon you!"

Huo Lan was startled and struggled: "You, you want to kill me?"

The two people laughed again: "Oh, there was almost a misunderstanding. God's summons means death to you... Haha, the God we are talking about is just a pronoun. He is a living big shot. He wants to see you, right?

The blessings you have cultivated in three lifetimes."

The two top soldiers spoke garbled words, but they seemed to have no murderous intentions towards Huo Lan. Finding that his life was no longer in danger, Huo Lan was so tired that he let out a sigh of relief and allowed these two naked men to torment him...

Huo Lan was very comfortable being tortured by two big men. He was so comfortable that he fell asleep without realizing it. When he fell asleep, he was treated well. At least he had a large bed, goose down bedding, and Long Haoshi.

Just watching from the sidelines.

Breeze asked in a low voice: "Master, did you overdose on the medicine? Is this thin white man with a big beard unable to sleep?"

The reason why John Holland can go in and out seven times like Changshan Zhao Zilong without panting is entirely due to the 'brave potion' prepared by Long Hao. Zheng Gongxiao has also experienced this potion.

Long Hao kicked Breeze and cursed with a smile: "This young master has entered a new level in the field of alchemy. Don't you know the right way to prepare this medicine? Humph, he was deceived by inner demons. He has no problem with his body and his mind.

But I overindulged, so I slept so soundly."

Long Hao said it didn't matter, but he was actually a little worried in his heart: The girl poured this brave potion into Huo Lan's mouth as wine. Long Hao thought that Huo Lan would stop after conquering three or four times at most. Then he would be fine.

Let Mr. Turtle take the opportunity to get him out of the colorful gambling arena.

He picked it out from inside, but who would have expected that Mr. John Holland, at the age of fifty, fought ten times without stopping, so Long Hao had to change his plan temporarily and ordered Adrian to use it.

On the pretext of cheating, Huo Lan was forcibly kidnapped from the gambling ring.

Huo Lan indulged himself so desperately, the diagnosis given by Long Hao was: inner demons are at work!

Only when you are disappointed with reality will you desperately chase the illusory pleasure under the influence of the brave potion...

Long Hao was secretly stunned: Don't destroy this ancestor of submarine design with your well-intentioned medicine of happiness!

In fact, Long Hao was right. John Holland was originally a tragic figure in history. After experiencing the failure in 1886, he stood out in a submarine design competition held by the U.S. Navy in 1893 and won 15

million dollars in research funding.

However, because the submarine design concept he adhered to was inconsistent with that of the U.S. Navy (the military believed that submarines should surface for combat), the aloof Holland gave up the funding and instead invested on his own to study the ideal dual propulsion in his mind.

submarine.

In 1897, Holland designed the last submarine in his life: Holland-6. However, this epoch-making submarine that was recorded in history was not favored by anyone before Holland's death.

Until Holland died of pneumonia in 1914, he was subjected to vicious ridicule and cruel ridicule!

What is even more regrettable is that more than a month after Holland's death, the German submarine U-9 sank three British cruisers in one day. It shocked the world!

The prototype of the U-9 is the Holland-6!

It can be said that John Holland's life was a life of being cursed and having a cup full of coffee. This time, because of Long Hao's butterfly effect, Holland joined the Webb School of Shipbuilding, which he had never joined in history. However, this kind of

The tragic life seems to have not changed at all, but is still continuing. In fact, the time for Huo Lan to give up on himself has been greatly advanced!

(The original time was after the completion of the construction of Holland-6, in 1897)

I am also somewhat responsible for what happened to this skinny bearded guy...

Long Hao's compassion arose, and he dismissed the breeze. He prepared a pair of alchemical potions to strengthen his body and drank it for Huo Lan. Not to mention how helpful it would be in curing his inner demons, but at least it was

Greatly alleviated his probability of dying from pneumonia in the future.

From this point of view, Huo Lan can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. This is a potion prepared by the alchemist Master Long. Previously, only Long Hao's absolute confidants, the Queen of England, the King of Austria-Hungary and a few other people could enjoy the treatment. Now Huo Lan can enjoy it.

Lan enjoyed it in his sleep. It can be said that he was blessed in his previous life. It added a bit of comedy to his life full of troubles.

Of course, if he wakes up and only follows Young Master Long, his gray life will inevitably become more and more splendid.

After Long Hao finished his good deed, he quietly left without leaving his name, because... there was a grand fireworks show outside, waiting for him to enjoy it.

John Holland had a long dream.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to the Irish town of Liskena, as if he was wandering back to the school days when his father was still alive... In the dream, he vaguely remembered the first submarine atlas he saw when he was a science teacher, and vaguely recalled it.

Stepping onto the American land that boasts freedom with both feet...

The first half of his life was poor but also happy because he had a dream: submarine.

His first half-century was rough and hesitant because he had a dream that no one else understood: a submarine.

In order to realize this "submarine" dream, he gave up too much: he left his hometown, his wife couldn't bear the poverty and left him, investors took advantage of him and deceived him, and the submarine accident made him ridiculed and questioned...

Is it worth it?

Half asleep and half awake, John Holland's eyes were moist.

Then, before Huo Lan woke up, the color of the dream in his mind changed, turning into a beautiful pink and a silvery white!

The bumps, the moans, every movement, every detail, seemed to be tugging at his heartstrings, teasing the softest and most sensitive parts at the bottom of his heart... It turns out that there is such a wonderful thing in the world.

It turns out that my world not only has big submarines, but also small submarines that can sublimate your soul!

Huo Lan savored the recollection. Unknowingly, his tears dried up. Under his big beard, his hair curled up and down, which seemed to symbolize that the ancestor of submarines had untied the knot in his heart and moved towards someone.

Move forward as a road sign for liberation.

If Long Hao were here, if he could understand this long absurd dream that Huo Lan himself may not fully understand, he might smile bitterly: Well, the big hole he dug today has made a generation of submarine founders greedy.

So horny...

I don't know how long it took, but a bright light like the morning sun stung Huo Lan's eyes. His head shook, and all the functions of his body returned: he woke up.

Where am I?

What time is it now?

By the way, I was participating in a gambling game, but I was carried away by two soldiers who talked garbled words, saying yes, saying... there was a big shot who wanted to see me?!

Huo Lan sat up on the bed and rubbed his slightly sore head. However, he felt that his body seemed to have an indescribable change. It seemed that it was really like in a dream, and he had returned to a place where he was full of energy and free from all diseases. Twenty years old!

Holland had no time to confirm the wonderful changes that had taken place in his body, because at this time he had noticed that the environment he was in was an aristocratic bedroom.

The spacious room has carpets with rich patterns. There are murals on the walls, short sofas, large wardrobes, floor-length mirrors, low tables and other furniture arranged in an orderly manner. For a moment, Holland seemed to think that he had been reincarnated into a noble family.

"What's going on?"

Holland looked at the large window not far away. The thick curtains blocked the light, but the few rays of sunlight leaking from the gaps still revealed the current time.

It's daytime, that means I've slept for at least one night?

Huo Lan opened the quilt and got out of bed, only to find that he was no longer the same as he was during the bare-bones conference. He was wearing soft and light underwear, and the silky smoothness kept washing over his skin... Oh, this is very high-quality. Noble pajamas, Holland vaguely remembered, cost 50 US dollars a piece, which was extremely luxurious.

Huo Lan stepped on a pair of slippers, and the cool soles massaged his calloused feet, making him feel like he was walking in the clouds when he walked... Huo Lan walked towards the big window, pulled the curtains hard, and a beautiful picture appeared. It appears before your eyes.

Outside is a mainly green garden, with brightly colored birds chirping faintly on the branches. There are gardens, fountains, several luxuriously decorated carriages, and a stylish-looking black car underneath.

"This is strange, what kind of place is this?"

Huo Lan couldn't help but be surprised and said to himself.

You know, Holland doesn't know any rich people in San Francisco. This is obviously an expensive villa. Could its owner... be that big shot?!

Huo Lan had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery anymore. He walked towards the door. However, when he passed by a row of low cabinets, a newspaper placed on it caught his eye and... suddenly stopped him in his tracks!

This is a tabloid called "Nangang Atmosphere". Holland has never heard of it before, but the printing quality is not bad. The front page is a large black and white photo of a small courtyard filled with flames. !

'Tragedy! A fire broke out in a small courtyard on Fengyu Street last night, killing and injuring more than 20 people. It is suspected that the soldiers in the military camp were jealous.'

The big line of characters on the front page was like a bolt from the blue, which stunned Huo Lan!

Isn’t this small courtyard filled with flowers?

Why did it catch fire? And people were burned to death?

Jealousy?

Oh, weren't the soldiers in the military camp talking about Adrian's group of ruffians?

Huo Lan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, with waves of cold air rushing through his body. He tremblingly grabbed the copy of "Nangang Atmosphere", shook it open, and read the news at a glance.

After reading it, the newspaper fell to the carpet with a clatter. Holland's feet gave way and he fell to the ground.

It's over, it's all over!

Dead, all dead!

Holland saw a line of names of the victims from the bottom corner of the news... The words "Constantine, Adrian" had suddenly turned into cold typefaces!

How could he die?

And he was still burned to death?

Each black name represented an obituary. Holland was horrified to discover that the so-called review team, except for himself, had... been destroyed!

Just at this moment, the door lock rang and the door clicked open.

"Who? Who is it!"

Sitting on the carpet, Holland suddenly turned his head, blurted out, and stared at the door.

Two people walked in, both young. The one in the front was tall, with a delicate and smiling face. The one in the back seemed to be a child who hadn't grown up yet.
To be continued...