By the time he finished all this, that warship was already very close. Clearly, this equally strange large ship was something they needed to be wary of as well, so the single-mounted gun at the bow was aimed directly at Franklin Young. At this distance, the small warship looked even uglier.

Its tonnage was estimated to be no more than a thousand tons, with only two 152mm guns and four small-caliber guns as its entire armament. By standard classification, this was just a gunboat. Using a 533mm heavy torpedo on them seemed a bit too cruel. Warships of this era had pitifully little watertight compartment design, and many were just wooden planks with armor attached. If things went wrong, it could be blown to smithereens.

Of course, Franklin Young wasn’t about to have a sudden pang of conscience. Who knew if these Brits would ever have a conscience? This guy, separated by the cabin glass, was waving his arms excitedly like a resentful woman who hadn’t seen a man in years spotting a group of strong men. At the same time, he had the beauty avatar quietly aim the underwater torpedo tubes at the target two hundred meters away.

The other side had no idea they were in danger, because they saw that their target had no weapons at all. So the gunboat stopped directly and lowered a small boat. Just as four sailors were boarding the boat, one of them, who had just picked up an oar, suddenly stared at the sea in shock, then screamed and jumped into the water without any hesitation.

Amidst a sea of stunned looks, a dark shadow under the clear water shot toward the warship’s waterline like a charging shark. Franklin Young could even see an officer on the opposite deck looking up at him with a dumbfounded expression.

Franklin Young grinned wickedly, even raising his hand to wave at him.

In the flash of the torpedo explosion, the officer gave him the finger with all his might, just as he was blasted into the air, and then a piece of steel shrapnel smacked right into him.

A 533mm heavy torpedo carries over two hundred kilograms of explosives, and it’s powerful RDX at that. An underwater explosion like this wouldn’t just destroy a small gunboat—even a ten-thousand-ton cruiser couldn’t withstand it. The British warship was blown in half, with debris raining down on Franklin Young’s head, clanging loudly, and in less than five minutes, it had completely disappeared from the sea.

Only then did Franklin Young come out of the cabin, holding an M1911 in his hand, staring at the sea like a grizzly bear hunting salmon. He was looking for survivors, and soon he found one. Amidst a pile of floating debris, there was actually a British officer. Although his eyes were tightly shut, it was obvious his acting skills were poor—he was clutching a broken plank as tightly as if it were a beautiful woman.

“Get up! Stop pretending!” Franklin Young said bluntly.

The other man didn’t move.

Franklin Young couldn’t be bothered to waste words. He raised his hand and shot the man’s hand holding the plank. The 11.43mm bullet instantly shattered one of his fingers, and the officer screamed and opened his eyes.

“You devil, the Royal Navy will never let you get away with this.” The guy was pretty sharp, knowing Franklin Young wouldn’t let him go, so he decided to show some courage.

“Devil? I like the sound of that!” Franklin Young was quite pleased with his new title. Playing with his pistol, he said, “But I can give you a chance. Answer a few questions for me, and maybe I’ll let you fend for yourself here. If you refuse, I’ll break both your arms and then let you fend for yourself.”

The officer glared at him viciously.

“Just a few simple questions. The current time and place—be as detailed as possible, including the year.” Franklin Young said.

“April 22, 1890. This is the Atlantic Ocean.”

At this, a crazed smile appeared on the officer’s face.

“Easterner, you have offended the dignity of the British Empire. Prepare to face the wrath of the Empire’s soldiers! I’ll be waiting for you in hell!” he shouted with manic laughter.

Franklin Young raised his hand and shot him in the forehead.

“Such a chatterbox!” he said coldly.

Offending the British Empire at this time was indeed pretty scary, but if the British Empire didn’t know who had offended them, then it didn’t matter.

There was no wireless telegraphy or anything like that in this era. As long as there were no survivors, who would know who did this? Boss Young shrugged indifferently.

1890—a great time! Looks like he could play even bigger, though the mission seemed pretty heavy: Consort Yi needed to be dealt with, the queue-wearing dynasty needed to be taken out, the Emperor of Japan needed to be played to death, and the British needed to be set up…

“So much to do! I need to make a list and take it step by step!” he muttered to himself with some emotion.

Chapter Two: Old Continent, Here I Come

Of course, grand ambitions require money to back them up. What’s more, this wasn’t just ambition anymore—it was the ravings of a madman. Even he felt he was being a bit too crazy. Without the ability to travel through time and space, if he had to rely on just this shipload of goods to achieve so many great ideals, the difficulty was a bit much.