The Pirate's Magnetic Apotheosis

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At this time, the high wall was bustling with people. Hundreds of civilians, who had been seduced by Sandro's cronies with sweet words, came here in an attempt to prevent the two Zoss from escaping.

It has to be said that Sandro's ability to incite is extremely strong. Not only did he easily turn people's trust in Zoth into hatred, but he also made the civilians who always cherish their lives believe something: "Justice needs everyone to uphold it together", " The power of one person is small, but the power of a group of people is great." "For the tranquility and peace of the island, we must do our part even if we are in danger."..."

With his increasing prestige, many people actually believed his lies and came here bravely, picking up shotguns, hunting bows, kitchen knives and even children's slingshots to surround him.

Unfortunately, an unplanned incident occurred, which made his wishful thinking come to nothing. The two of them did not choose to escape, but flew away from the sky unexpectedly, and flew away...

An injured man with slight scratches and bruises was supported by two loyal sailors and walked towards the surviving navy dormitory. He wanted to take a hot bath.

It was none other than the jet-black Sandro who was dug out of the rubble by a group of sailors.

He thought of something and suddenly stopped, touched his right hand deeply, and said casually: "Bring me the ring."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement.

He raised his head and found that the cronies around him had expressions of fear and uneasiness, and he suddenly panicked.

"What's going on? Where's my ring? Talk!"

"Report...report to the Commodore," a brave sailor finally spoke, and he replied coyly, "Your ring, it, it..."

"What happened to it?!"

"It... flew... away."

"..." Sandro was stunned, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and felt like he was hallucinating, "Fly... away?"

"Yes, just like Colonel Zos and the others, they flew away..."

After listening, he didn't say anything and just stood there blankly, as if thinking about something. No one dared to disturb him for a while.

After a while, he broke the silence and spat with dirt.

"Zos, and the one named Nelson, and of course, your companions who haven't shown up yet...

I remember you all! "

After that, he half-knelt down, the muscles of his left arm bulged inch by inch, the veins stretched and crisscrossed like a horned dragon, and he punched him hard.

bang——

Dust drifts away.

Even the stone square ground could not withstand such a powerful bombardment. A deep fist mark was engraved on it, and countless cracks were densely packed like spiders, extending in all directions.

"This matter is not over!"

……

On the slope at the edge of the village, two cloaked figures came here.

A moment of silence.

The shorter man took off his cloak, revealing his childish face under his messy red hair.

"I feel it. The iron ring is nearby!"

……

Two days later.

Maritime Terminal on Sisvia Island.

Among the many ordinary fishing boats, a luxuriously decorated, majestic merchant ship with a displacement of up to a thousand tons docked on the shore. It was the "Larkeo".

In Sylvia, it is a big deal for a merchant ship to enter the port, especially a large ship like the "Larkeo". What's more, the ship's owner, Old Hansen, is a native of the South China Sea and is well-known in his own right.

In this case, the quality of the goods and the credibility of the transaction are guaranteed to a certain extent. No one will miss this good opportunity. From the first day the ship docked here, people came continuously and crowded the entire dock. Scattered trading continued until the final hours before the ship left port.

Exchanging things for things, exchanging things for money, and exchanging money for things are nothing more than these three types of transactions. Of course, what Old Hansen does is basically serious business, buying and selling people, slaves, and arms. If you don’t have a big boss background, you will lose your head or something. nonexistent.

After these few days of rest and recuperation, the originally exhausted crew members became more energetic and energetic, enough to cope with the upcoming voyage on the trading route.

However, because of the recent major event on the island, the merchant ship also went through a seemingly serious investigation. Fortunately, the sailors were not stupid, and they took a casual look at the ship and left.

None of them dared to really investigate carefully. After all, if the person with full strength was really forced out, whoever investigates would be done with this kind of thing.

The merchant ship was very busy, and everyone got off, mostly the sailors who were sweating profusely while carrying and purchasing goods.

From time to time, there are also tourists carrying large boxes and small packages who want to travel by boat.

In front of the entrance of a cabin on the deck, a tall and thick sailor stood there. He raised his nose and raised his eyes. It seemed that he was not an easy man to deal with.

Other uninformed sailors and tourists didn't know what was going on with him, so they pointed and took a long detour to avoid his location.

In fact, he doesn't care what others think. Not wanting to mess with him is exactly what this guy wants to see.

In the cabin behind him, the business being discussed was quite dangerous. Raul followed the instructions of Captain Old Hansen and guarded the place, never letting in any irrelevant person.

A simple negotiation was going on in the cabin.

An oak round table was placed in the center of the room.

Two groups of people sat opposite each other, on one side was Old Hansen and the housekeeper, on the other side were two people wearing masks.

The atmosphere has reached a tense level!

Snapped--

As soon as he slapped the table, Old Hansen said loudly, "No more, 1000 million Baileys, this is the highest price I can give."

When it comes to money, his slightly old body suddenly bursts into an attractive light.

"But there is a lot of these goods, can't you give me more?" The black-haired masked man rubbed the black ring on his left finger and said slowly, "Besides, these goods are not damaged, they are all from my brother in the past two days. I am suffocating with water, and it is very hard to collect enough money.”

The green-haired masked man nodded slightly, looking forward to it.

"What does your hard work have to do with me?" Old Hansen shook his head, "In this world, it is not easy for anyone. Business is business."

He looked at the various animal skins piled up into a hill next to the round table and made calculations in his mind.

[Although the risk is a bit high, the profit is not small. If you sell them all, it will definitely double several times. ]

The black-haired masked man secretly smiled maliciously.

He took out a long black sword from his pocket, held it in his right hand, and took out a handkerchief with his left hand to wipe it carefully.

"When you go out, money, fame and fortune are indeed very important, but you also have to live to enjoy them."

After saying that, he shook his right hand slightly.

click

Immediately, there was a gap on the edge of the round table, which was three points deep.

The green-haired man understood what he meant, raised his right hand and pressed the five fingers on the table, and poked lightly.

Five round holes arranged in sequence suddenly appeared on the table. You could see through the round holes, and five wet holes appeared on the carpet below.

Gululu——

The butler and Old Hansen's throats rolled up and they swallowed. The butler looked at Old Hansen feebly, and Old Hansen was also suffering from something he couldn't express.

I don’t know when these two people broke into their boat. Based on their concealed appearance and two-colored hair, one black and one green, if they weren’t the most wanted criminals on the island recently, who else could they be?

He was scared to death at first, but he didn't expect that the two of them came here for business and boating. After getting along with each other, he found that the two of them were not as bad as the legend said, so he boldly tried to do things as usual, driven by interests. Make some money as well.

Who would have thought...

"Three... 3000 million Baileys." He stretched out three fingers tremblingly, "No more, or I will lose money."

"That's it..." The two masked men looked at each other, and the green-haired one said, "Okay, the price is very generous."

"In that case," the black-haired man agreed. He didn't have to force the person to death, and he stopped arguing. "Then... it's a deal!"

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