Odin family of pirates

There is wine, and there is enough.

The old drunkard picked up a bottle and flicked the cork away with a flick of his finger.

Gudong~gudong~pour it into your mouth.

hiccup~

The sound is rapid and brief, caused by the spasmodic contraction of the diaphragm.

After wiping his mouth, the old drunkard was about to lie down, but Odin caught him hastily.

"Don't lie down, how can you dodge the bullet?"

"do not know."

The old drunkard pushed Odin away and continued to lie down.

"If I die, no one will buy you drinks!"

The old drunkard raised his eyebrows and wondered, "Aren't there Meisner and the others?"

Odin gritted his teeth and grabbed the bottle.

"They won't buy it for you."

The old drunkard had no choice but to stand up and raise his arm to hit Odin.

Odin dodged and gritted his teeth: "Old drunkard, you will never drink the wine I bought in the future!"

"Ha ha."

The old drunkard looked indifferent: "You should think carefully about how you escaped that attack just now."

Odin was stunned.

Is this... Zen philosophy?

What's going on, you start showing off as soon as you disagree?

Can't speak well?

"I saw you raising your arm, so...do you mean to predict the opponent's shooting action in advance?"

Odin understood.

"Well, you can't be faster than a bullet now, but you can be faster than the person who fired the bullet."

When the old drunkard imparts his experience, he is much more serious than usual.

"What if I face more than one bullet? Like a Navy soldier."

Odin knew that the power of a flintlock gun was never a single shot, but a volley.

Whether in the previous life or in the world of pirates, soldiers usually divide into three rows at the front and back when fighting, taking turns to change their ammunition and fire volleys.

Under the densely packed lead bullets, it was impossible to predict normally.

Because the other party doesn't know where he will shoot...it's all done blindly.

There are two types of flintlock guns, smoothbore guns and rifled guns.

Although rifled guns have a long range and high accuracy, they are slow to load and expensive to build, making them unsuitable for large quantities of equipment.

Smoothbore guns are different. Although they are less accurate, they are cheaper, reload faster than rifled guns, and there is no risk of explosion.

Moreover, the salvo combat method can well make up for the shortcomings of low accuracy, so muskets are often used in large-scale wars.

"Did you mess with the navy?"

The old drunkard opened his eyes wide and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Odin shaking his head.

"Tomorrow I will teach you how to exercise your perception."

The old drunkard decided to start special training in this area for everyone.

If these little devils die, this yard will be deserted...

The next day.

Odin leaned against the wall and looked weakly at the old drunkard directly opposite him.

"This is how you will train from now on."

After saying this, the old drunkard picked up a stone that he had prepared a long time ago and threw it hard.

Odin couldn't dodge and was hit in the arm.

pain!

I Nima...

Armed color-coated stones!

"Let's practice." The old man stepped back and gave guidance on the sidelines.

Zangao and Odin are in the same group, Meisner and Kebi are in the same group;

One throws stones, the other dodges, taking turns.

down for a few days.

In addition to their quicker reactions, people are also becoming more and more accurate in throwing stones...

Later, the old drunkard began to increase the difficulty.

He asked the avoiders to cover their eyes and avoid by feeling without being able to see.

As soon as this training method came out, the difference in talent among everyone was instantly reflected.

A week later.

There was no good spot left on Zangao's body. Even his heart-shaped glasses were smashed, revealing his heart-shaped eyes, which made him at a loss for a moment.

"So cute, Mr. Zangao!" Kirby scratched the back of his head and giggled.

"Cool!" Meisner's eyes lit up.

"It's really cool." Odin raised the corners of his mouth and gave a thumbs up.

Zangaochu stood there for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. He only knew that his enthusiasm for training suddenly increased a lot.

Meisner's talent in this area is not weak, and he can already dodge more than half of the stones while blindfolded, even though these stones were thrown by Kerby, who was the weakest.

The only thing that makes Meisner angry is that Kebi is better at this with his little glasses, and he can hide almost [-]% of the time while blindfolded.

"When it comes to escaping, small glasses are still the best!" Meisner said in a strange tone.

But the more this happens, the more it proves Kerby's talent.

However, the one who improved the fastest was not Kebi, but Odin, who was averagely talented.

Without it, the self-healing talent plays a powerful role.

Everyone's physical strength is limited. Under such high intensity, you won't be able to practice for long before you have to rest.

Only Odin relied on his talent for self-healing to practice from morning to night, and would often let the other three people throw stones at him, leaving him with bruises all over his body. However, no matter how serious the injury was, he would be fully recovered by the next day. As before, the whole person became lively and energetic.

With this kind of investment, Odin made full progress.

......

black market.

Cabin No. 15.

After the training, Odin found Sherlock and asked about the gun.

"Firearms are no better than weapons. The cost and price of smuggling are very high. Even the most common smoothbore pistol costs 5 Baileys."

Sherlock stopped telling jokes this time and introduced the product seriously.

Odin frowned secretly. The renovation of the Liangshan courtyard cost most of his savings.

In addition, for the past half month, they have been staying in the yard to train their reaction and perception skills, and they have no time to hunt and make money.

Counting the daily consumption of food and drink, the money saved is almost at the bottom.

"give a discount?"

"No matter how cheap it is, I will lose money." Sherlock refused to give in.

Odin did not speak, but looked around the room. Everything was still as simple as when he first saw it.

A bed, a desk and two stools.

"what is this?"

Odin's eyes were suddenly attracted by a half-open box on his desk. Inside was a pair of black gloves.

These gloves look cool and eye-catching at first glance.

"Special gloves, the inside of which is mixed with metal wire and cotton. After wearing it, you can even hold a weapon with your bare hands. It is a recent new product." Sherlock was not interested.

This thing seems useless to him. Who can pick up a weapon with bare hands?

"What, are you interested?"

Odin shook his head and nodded again.

To be precise, he is interested for others.

"Take the 8000 Baileys."

Sherlock stretched out his hand to press the brim of his hat, and said in a disappointed tone: "The purchase price of this thing is only 7000 beli. If it couldn't be sold, I wouldn't sell it to you so cheaply."

This is the eighth time he has said the same thing today, to different people.

The black gloves, which cost only 2000 beli, have become his best-selling product.

Odin naturally didn't believe Shylock's lies. This guy was just a profiteer, but he didn't waste time in a war of words. He just handed over the money and delivered the goods.

It's evening when I get home.

A bonfire was set up in the yard, and everyone was sitting around it, holding roasted meat legs and good rum.

"What's going on?" Odin asked in confusion.

"I don't know, it was all caused by Meisnabu..." Zangao bit into a piece of meat and said vaguely.

"Yes, Mr. Odin, the fire, meat, and wine were all prepared by Mr. Wheat!" Kebi was obviously drinking for the first time, and his face turned red after just one sip.

Meisner rarely lost his temper with Kirby over the name.

He stood up and looked at Odin.

His arms were hanging half-bent, his two clenched fists were raised and lowered, and he hesitated to speak.

"I have to go."