Arkham in the pirate world

Dylan paced back and forth next to a body covered in bloodstains.

He was holding a special flintlock gun with a 120 mm caliber muzzle that looked more like a hand cannon.

"Guys, you should be lucky to have met the great Captain Dylan. I don't like to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but those who have been stained with the blood of my crew please come forward. Trust me, I will give you a good time!" Lun used his single eye to examine every passenger. Everyone he saw lowered their heads.

"No one said anything to me? Great!"

Dylan grabbed a passenger and put the gun to his head as he screamed, cried, and begged.

boom!

The headless corpse fell to the ground, and the broken flesh and blood spattered all over Dylan's face. The passengers next to him screamed as they waited to move their legs back, and fear spread.

In the crowd, a young man gently pushed his glasses with his back palm, and an eyeball landed not far away from him.

"Damn pirates!" The young man observed with his peripheral vision, looking for a way to escape.

At this time, Dylan grabbed a little boy.

"Let go of me, let me go..."

"Child, my child, please, let my child go..." The mother knelt down and begged in pain.

"You shouldn't beg me, madam, you should beg the man who killed my partner!" Dylan pointed the gun at the little boy and slowly pulled the trigger.

Suddenly, a "Stop" sound sounded, and Dylan loosened his thumb, looked at the standing young man, and turned the gun towards him.

"Did you kill my boatswain?" Dylan asked with interest.

"Yes!" The young man held his glasses lightly with the palm of his back, and the passengers around him moved out of the way, as if being near him was a sign of bad luck.

The young man walked out nonchalantly.

"Oh? You are very brave! So, are you ready to accept death?"

The young man said calmly: "In that case, you may lose a better subordinate, respected captain!"

"Huh?" Captain Dylan became interested, looked at the young man, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Clo, my name is Cro, captain! I think that a dead man can no longer rob you of wealth, but I can. I will be more capable than your boatswain." Crow bowed slightly to show respect.

"Oh hahahaha, that's interesting. What do you mean, you will be my boatswain? What if they don't accept it?" Dylan pointed his gun at the pirates.

Crowe pushed his glasses gently with his back palm and said in a cold tone: "I will convince them!"

"Oh hahahaha... kill him!"

Dylan threw a knife on the board, pointed it at the little boy, and said grimly: "Kill him, and you will be the new bosun!"

Crowe was shocked.

"Choose one, you die, or he dies!" Dylan narrowed his one eye.

Crowe was in a dilemma. Passengers and pirates were looking at him, and in his ears were the cries of the little boy, the mother's pleading, and Dylan's laughter.

Crowe slowly bent over, and the struggle in his eyes gradually turned into indifference. He picked up the knife and stabbed the little boy fiercely.

"No..." the mother exclaimed.

At the critical moment, a sound broke through the air, and then the knife in Crowe's hand spun and flew out. When he saw it coming towards him, the two pirates were so frightened that they fell to the ground. There was a "cang" sound behind them, and they turned around and the knife The spikes dug into the wood and trembled back and forth.

"Ah ha, caught up."

Everyone looked towards the speaker. The young man wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, striped shorts and flip-flops took out the reward list.

"Oh, One-Eyed Dylan, the reward is 1000 million Baileys! Uncle, is that you on the top?" Liszt asked, pointing to the portrait on the reward list.

"Yes, I am the one-eyed Dylan, the great pirate with a bounty of 1000 million Baileys!" Dylan raised his proud head.

As a pirate, the higher the bounty, the greater his fame. In the entire East China Sea, there are only a handful of pirates with bounties exceeding 1000 million beli. Therefore, Dylan can proudly call himself the "big pirate".

"Are you a bounty hunter?"

Liszt ignored Dylan and looked at the young man in a black suit. He flipped through the reward list but couldn't find his portrait. He asked doubtfully, "Who are you?"