King Snake General of Pirates

Chapter 42 Underground Arms Trading

After about 20 minutes.

When light appeared at the end of the passage, Hal's huge body gradually returned to normal. He came to the end of the passage and squatted down quietly. After confirming that no one was walking around, he jumped out.

"In this deep and secluded cave, I didn't expect that there is another world. What on earth is this gangster doing?" He looked around and found that there were many oil lamps embedded in the stone walls, lighting up this supposedly dark cave. It shines as brightly as outside.

"I'm really willing to spend money." Hal muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he glanced at a passage on the right, as if he noticed something, and quickly hid in the stone wall behind him, motionless and leaning against the stone wall, waiting quietly.

Sure enough, not long after, a burst of footsteps sounded from the passage.

"Why don't you seem to wake up in broad daylight? Who tired you last night?"

"Oh, don't say that. The work that the boss asked us to do is a thousand times more tiring than that. You haven't experienced it deeply since you just arrived. In five or six days, you will become like me. No, find a chance. I need to have a good sleep." The speaker yawned as he spoke, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

"Come on, just think about that beautiful thing. Recently, we are not allowed to stay on duty without sleep, even if the boss is magnanimous."

"What happened again?"

"You haven't received the notification yet?" The man seemed to be afraid of being heard, so he whispered in a low voice: "I heard..."

Hal put his ear close, but heard nothing. He didn't jump out of the passage until the two of them gradually moved away.

"It's so mysterious that others don't listen to it." He curled his lips in dissatisfaction and followed quickly.

The interior is not like the passage outside, where you just have to walk to the end. It is connected in all directions, and Hal lost his way after walking for a long time.

Surrounded by oil lamps were stone walls. When he was about to choose a path to the end, he saw a person on duty standing in a passage on the left.

Being on duty alone in the passage is a very boring thing. In this world where the entertainment industry is not yet developed, the only fun may be fantasy, or counting how many insects and ants crawl through the corners of the passage.

The guy on duty is a very imaginative guy. His fun is also in imagining in boring work, and in a man's fantasy world, there are just a few things.

Power, money and beauty.

But he was different. As a young man with lofty aspirations at the bottom of the gang, he liked power and weapons, especially the powerful guns in the hands of the boss that were rarely seen in the entire Kingdom of Androser.

I once saw the boss shoot a person until his flesh and blood were separated, and the person died before he could scream.

From then on he had longed for such a weapon, and would have felt great satisfaction if he could be allowed to fire a shot.

When he was imagining that he was holding a weapon and shooting wildly at the enemy, he suddenly found a person standing in front of him, a person with a strange face and clothes he had never seen before.

"Hey you……"

The sound was stuck in his throat and stopped abruptly. Hal's right hand was tightly squeezing his neck. The force was so strong that it made his face turn red and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

Even if both of his hands were scratching Hal's palm, it was of no avail.

Hal didn't want to just kill him.

So his left hand reached out like lightning, pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist, and pressed it directly against the opponent's neck. With a little force, he opened a gash in the rough skin.

"I ask questions and you answer them. You are not allowed to ask questions back. If you hesitate for more than five seconds or dare to lie, you will die or I will leave."

The pain from the scratch on his neck seemed to make the officer on duty immediately realize that he had met a ruthless person. He nodded in horror after hearing Hal's words, and then Hal let go of his neck, with only the dagger still pressed against it.

"How many people are here?"

"Five, four, three..." The person on duty was still thinking when he heard Hal start counting down second by second, but he immediately said a number.

"230 seven people."

The speed was quite fast, but Hal was doubting the authenticity of this number.

"Personnel distribution."

"Go to the end." Feeling that he didn't make it clear, he added: "Go to the end of each passage to reach the assembly point. Each passage has a person on duty."

Hal nodded with satisfaction at this person's detailed answer and said, "Last question, what big thing happened recently?"

He thought of the two gangsters who were passing by just now. The way the other gangsters discussed this matter was mysterious and mysterious. It was definitely not something that could be discussed openly. It might be related to what these gangsters were doing in the cave.

"There are buyers coming...I don't know where they come from."

"Buyers? What are you selling?"

The person on duty suddenly looked at Hal with a horrified look on his face: "Didn't you just ask the last question?"

Seeing that Hal's face turned unkind, he reluctantly said: "Weapons, guns."

This place turned out to be an underground arms trading venue, but the man with the big back who escaped earlier said it was one of his warehouses.

Hal's heart slowly sank, and he immediately realized that the man with the big back had lied to him. He didn't think that the person on duty would lie in a life-or-death situation. After all, the truth of such a thing could be verified with just one look.

"What role does he play here?" Hal muttered to himself, and the dagger in his hand stabbed into the throat of the person on duty without hesitation, "I'm sorry, you just asked a question back."

The officer on duty covered his throat hard and still couldn't stop the blood spraying out. He slowly fell down against the wall and stared at Hal with eyes full of resentment.

After clearing all the people on duty along the passages, Hal walked towards the end. Although he didn't know where these gang weapons came from and who they sold them to, no matter which party's boss he caught, he would know it as soon as he asked.

at the same time.

In a huge deep pit at the end of the passage, it looks like a huge bowl, with a smooth bottom and a bowl-like edge around it. There are four steps on the edge, connecting the bottom and the edge of the pit.

There is a huge stone staircase in the center of the pit. Two people are sitting on the only two stools on the stone steps. On the long stone table between them are many open suitcases, which are filled with guns and other weapons.

Groups of younger brothers stood at the foot of the stone steps, forming two groups facing each other, as if they were in a subtle confrontation.

The man with the big back was standing next to one of the old men, whispering something to him.

The more the old man listened, the more frightened he became. Until he heard that a naval lieutenant colonel led the security forces to arrest all the members of another warehouse, confiscated all the weapons there, and broke into the place. He stood up suddenly and slapped him hard with his backhand. He slapped the big-backed man hard on the face and said angrily: "You still have the nerve to come see me!"

"What do you mean by bringing people here? Let me avenge you, let me deal with the navy for you?!"

"Do you know how important today is? Don't come to me every time something goes wrong. Be able to make a name for yourself instead of hiding behind me forever."

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the man's mouth, and there was a slap mark on his face, but he still said unconvinced: "He is different from other navy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man rushed over and slapped him again: "What's the difference? The 53rd Marine Branch is all trash. Don't always make excuses for your incompetence!"

"He's not afraid of guns at all. I shot him with three people and couldn't hurt him at all." The man with the big back turned his head unconvinced. He wanted to use this persistence to convince his father that this matter was really not his. 's fault.

But he doesn't understand his father after all. Yes, who would believe that there are people in the world who are not afraid of guns, then he must be a madman.

Of course, they can only believe it if they have the ability to go to the Grand Line.

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