The hatch creaked open from the inside and only pulled half cautiously, revealing the bright lights and luxurious decorations in the cabin, and, of course, the pale and frightened face of little Mara.


    "Uncle... Uncle?"


    Old Marla''s face has been drawing a negative line today, breaking through the ugly bottom limit again and again, which will make people poor in words.


    Know your nephew, uncle Mo ruo.


    He knew little Marla''s taste very well. Even if he only glanced at it vaguely, he could see that this unsightly cabin was completely decorated according to little Marla''s taste.


    The thick hand-made flower carpet, the table cabinet, the clock, all show a well maintained "old", which is no different from little Mara''s private study in the port authority villa.


    Even there are bullet holes in the back of the single sofa!


    Old Marla as like as two peas, he clearly remembered that little Mara''s 23 birthday, he asked the craftsmen to create a sofa with the same sofa as a gift for the little horse, and the little horse pulled it as a treasure.


    A few days ago, little Marla wrote that the back of the sofa was shot by hunters in the distance. Unexpectedly, he copied the bullet hole to this cabin intact!


    How meticulous that must be!


    By this time, old Marla was finally convinced that she had completely sorted out the current situation.


    Lieutenant Lopez is obviously innocent. No kidnapper will spend a lot of time to build such a luxurious cell. The property and time to customize these furniture are a heavy burden that Lopez can''t bear.


    This means that everything Lopez said is true.


    The greedy little Mara arranged a shelter for himself a few years in advance. He acted secretly. He didn''t even hear of him as an uncle.


    Of course, little Mara may have rarely used this refuge room before, but she has been attacked one after another recently. The feeling of precariousness has been strangled on little Mara''s neck for a long time. Until last night, pirates invaded and attacked on a large scale, little Mara finally collapsed.


    He hid himself. Neither the visit of his uncle nor the slander of his important officers could convince him to get out of this seemingly safe place of self imprisonment.


    Despicable! you ''re incompetent!


    But


    Old Marla sighed deeply in the bottom of her heart.


    Ding Buwang, a member of the Mala family, has three brothers of their generation. They have everything in the army, politics and business, but the only offspring who really live to adulthood is little mala.


    Sooner or later, he will inherit the title of the family, and he will support the three brothers in their old age.


    With such an irreplaceable position, no matter how incompetent he is, what can he do?


    Thinking of this, old Mara was discouraged.


    He looked at Marla angrily: "have you been hiding yourself here?"


    "Uh... Right?"


    "Since when?"


    "Despicable Torre... By the way, torresias contacted pirates to attack San Carlos. How many schools ovier was assassinated. I fled to the ship and hid here all the time."


    Little Marla said her lines in a stick reading tone. Because she was not fully prepared, she had to kowtow from time to time.


    In old Marla''s eyes, these unconventional rules became the performance that his nephew couldn''t help the mud to the wall. He hated iron and scolded.


    "Last night, your ship was attacked by a large number of pirates. You hid here when your men fought bloody battles?"


    "My ship was attacked by pirates?" Marla asked in surprise. She immediately thought of something and looked at Lorraine with a guilty look. "Ruhr, didn''t you tell me?"


    "Ruhr?" old Marla was stunned.


    Lorraine rolled her eyes and openly expressed her dissatisfaction: "Mr. captain, I''m Lopez, not the damn flattering Ruhr, even if we look alike! I''ll be very, very excited if you don''t call me the wrong name one day."


    Old Marla looked at little Marla in disbelief. "You didn''t even remember your second mate''s name?"


    "Er... Right?" Mara''s forehead was sweating and her eyes were evasive. "Lu... Lopez, we were attacked last night?"


    "Yes, and the rudder was damaged. I told you all these things when you drank your second bottle of brandy."


    "Did you report? No, we even broke the rudder?"


    "We have been rescued by the Shengshi, sir. But most of the people on board died. Poor Ruhr fed the body to the shark."


    Lorraine answered like a stream. Little Mara was ignorant and stupid. The dialogue between the two created a heroic scene of hot-blooded fighting in old Mara''s heart, which made him doubt that the San Carlos might not be without combat power. When their commander lost contact, they acted braver and fearless than any ship that old Mara waved.


    This cognition embarrassed old Mara.


    He bit his teeth and growled from the bottom of his throat, "enough, come out with me!"


    "Er..." Marla hesitated again.


    The old horse pulled a green tendon: "why, even if you see me, you don''t want to get out of it?"


    "No, uncle, that..."


    "Sir!" Lorraine interrupted suddenly. "Business is important. I''ll have miss Cyrus taken care of."


    "West... Miss Cyrus?"


    Looking at the little Mara''s secretive expression, the old Mara finally decided to abandon cultivation completely and leave nothing at all!


    "You took a woman with you when you fled! You ignored the bravery of your subordinates and disrespected the visit of the upper officer. You just wanted to accompany a woman! Rebel!"


    He raised his foot and kicked the hatch open, and Lorraine ducked to one side without a trace.


    Seeing that he was about to enter the cabin, governor Hawthorne, who watched from beginning to end, suddenly said, "Lars, take five people with you to protect the governor."


    One of the gunmen, with five men, protected the completely out of control old horse and went into the cabin in turn.


    The strange musty smell lingers.


    Old Marla frowned and looked in the cabin. She didn''t see any women at all. On both sides of the cabin door, there were three men on the wall less than half a meter away from little Marla.


    A bearded man with a sawtooth black blade in his hand, an Indian with a hanging arm and a big axe on his shoulder, and a big man like a white bear, with a shield and a sword, with a sharp sword body shining with cold light.


    Lars, who is guarding the bank, is the most responsive among the people.


    His face changed greatly, raised his hand and raised his gun: "Bao..."


    Blackbeard moved!


    He lifted his legs and walked. His fat body glided in a circle, swung the black blade lightly, and cut Lars around his waist with his full strength.


    Lars didn''t even get cut.


    He was hit by a big knife, but it was like being hit by a heavy hammer. His whole body folded in half and flew out, banging heavily on the wall of the cabin.


    "Welcome to the birdcage, your excellency!"


    The hatch should close, click!


    Old Marla stared at little Marla: "Francisco, this is..."


    Little Marla smiled miserably: "I thought you could see my warning, uncle, I really thought..."