Pirate: This shooter is a bit fierce

That night, Magnetic Drum Island.

As it was snowing heavily on the island, the group went directly to the nearest town after getting off the boat, and found a hotel to stay in.

It is said to be a hotel, but it is actually a small two-story simple B&B with only a few rooms, and it is filled with the smell of hospital disinfectant, but fortunately, there is a fireplace in each room, which can keep people warm .

After Darrow put the luggage back in the room, he asked other people to go shopping on the island together, and by the way, he would settle the matter of recording the pointer.

"Woman, it's really troublesome to go out."

In the warm hotel lobby, several people who had been waiting for more than ten minutes were complaining about the speed of the girls leaving the door, but they ran into a familiar face. It was the shy soldier with mushrooms on his head that he had just met.

"The soldier you met just now? Why are you here?" Darrow on the sofa asked as he looked at the man hurrying over with a bed sheet that needed to be changed.

The man was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react. He scratched his head shyly, and squeezed out two words from his mouth for a long time: "I am here, working part-time, making money, and treating diseases."

"Yeah." Darrow nodded, and continued to ask without offense.

This reason is quite sufficient. After all, whoever grows a mushroom on his head will have to rush around to raise money for medical treatment.

"It wasn't the disease... this, that... Dr. Bridger saved me."

Seeing Darrow's reaction, the mushroom-headed man felt that Darrow must have misunderstood something, pointing at the mushroom above his head while hesitating.

After struggling to guess the meaning from several incoherent words, Darrow asked curiously: "Why do you say that? Didn't Dr. Bridger make you grow mushrooms on your head?"

"No, no." The man waved his hand, took another deep breath, calmed down, and explained:

"I am suffering from another disease that is difficult to cure. I need to spend a lot of money on medicine every month. The mushroom on my head is the most expensive medicinal material in the prescription. Dr. Bridger sees that I am too poor to afford the medicine. , will use a special potion to make mushrooms grow on my head."

"Bridge is a very good doctor."

Darrow raised his eyebrows, but he was still puzzled: "If that's the case, why are there so many people on the island calling him a strange doctor?"

"There are many other doctors on the island...they..." the man lowered his head and explained in a low voice.

"Oh." Darrow showed an expression of sudden understanding, so he understood.

Colleagues are enemies.

What's more, being a doctor is such a profession that values ​​fame very much, and the hatred among colleagues is even more serious.

No wonder the island is so strange. Although there are several famous doctors who can treat terminal illnesses, they still use all kinds of weird rumors to make patients feel that it takes a lot of money to find them for treatment.

Because only in this way will patients flow into the hands of other doctors.

"In this case, besides Kuleha, it seems that Bridget is also a good candidate for the ship's doctor. Tomorrow's itinerary must be changed." Darrow murmured in his heart, planning to visit this place tomorrow. doctor.

Originally, he planned to abduct Kuleha to be the ship's doctor, and if he couldn't, he would take the king's medical team away, but now it seems that there is another candidate.

While chatting here, Aisha, who was halfway through her makeup, hurried down from the second floor, stood at the stairs and shouted anxiously:

"Daro, it's bad, our boat was towed away."

The place where the Mermaid Anthem docked is about ten kilometers away from the hotel, but Aisha, who has a third eye, can clearly perceive every move on the ship.

"Do you know who did it?"

Darrow raised his eyebrows, he was surprised but also a little angry. Someone dared to drag their pirate ship away directly, and he was simply ignored.

"It's a group of kingdom soldiers, but we've met the leader. It's that strange uncle we met when we got off the boat." Aisha said succinctly and quickly.

"That trapezoidal face is looking for death." Darrow gritted his teeth and said, "Aisha, where is the boat now?"

"They are still moving, but judging from the direction they are moving, they should be going to the place where the royal palace on the island is." Aisha responded.

"Recter, let's go and go to the palace."

Darrow greeted Rector, who was also able to fly, and together they turned into streamers and flew out of the hotel gate, and flew towards the palace together.

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At the same time, in the magnificent palace of Magnetic Drum Island.

Under the cover of night, a thief turned from the window into a room of more than ten square meters full of sundries.

The thief is estimated to be in his 40s or [-]s. He is wearing a black stand-up collar windbreaker and a tall black top hat. What is more iconic is the tufts of hair on his head that stand upright like chimneys.

The man's name is Shiruluke, and he is a famous thief on the great route.

It's just that his condition is obviously not very good now - he is terminally ill.

"I don't want to die, money, I want money, and if I have money, I can go to the best doctor on the island to treat me." While talking to himself, Xiluluke took out the prepared medicine from his jacket pocket. map of the royal palace, constantly searching for something.

"The king's treasury, the Wabo metal worth hundreds of millions of Beli, as long as I can steal it, I will have money for medical treatment." Hiluluk muttered bewilderedly.

While tiptoeing to the corner, poked his head out cautiously, wanting to observe the surrounding defense situation.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

There was a sound of crisp footsteps in the aisle, and a soldier in silver armor came patrolling and walked towards the room where Hiruluke was.

"Been discovered?" This was Hiluluk's first reaction. Cold sweat instantly covered his whole face, his heartbeat was beating wildly, his body temperature rose several degrees, and his throat was dry and itchy.

Fortunately, as a big thief, he quickly calmed down, took a thick metal water pipe from the sundries, and stood behind the door.

Holding a silver can with a long gun, he walked out of the door, but instead of pushing the door to enter, he turned back like a sweeping robot encountering an obstacle.

"Huh...not bad."

Hiluluk inside the door breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not intend to let go of this excellent opportunity. After opening the door lightly, Hiluluk held the water pipe high and came behind the soldier.

"Boom."

After a muffled sound, the stunned soldier was dragged into the room by Shiruluk.

Two minutes later, a well-dressed soldier walked out of the room and continued to patrol, but his patrol route was different from the previous one.

His goal is the treasure house of the royal palace.