Hatch closed


    In the closed cabin, three warriors who regard invincibility as their creed of life compete with four weak and helpless sailors. In fact, there is no suspense at all. Even, there will be no too fierce confrontation.


    But they still shouted louder and louder one by one. The sound was like thunder and moved thousands of miles.


    Those embarrassing battle numbers vaguely spread through the carelessly painted bulkhead. It was really like a brave man who accidentally broke into the dragon''s nest. Sparta gathered 300 to visit the hot spring pass.


    Is there any way to plug your ears?


    Lolin listened to the howling in the cabin depressed and couldn''t help but feel sick in her heart: now they are shouting loudly one by one. Why couldn''t she speak Spanish fluently when she was casting for Lopez?


    In other words, there are pirate kings who can''t speak Spanish well


    Does the maritime brotherhood never consider a person''s educational level when choosing candidates for the pirate throne?


    However, it seems so.


    Lorraine sighed with regret.


    The people in the cabin have the joy in the cabin, and there are his troubles in front of him. For example... He is being pointed at his head by fifteen loaded guns. If he doesn''t solve the problem quickly, he may miss dinner.


    He raised his hands and spread out his palms, showing his harmlessness to the Spanish like a peacock.


    "Mr. governor, I guess the current situation is somewhat beyond your expectation."


    "In fact, it''s not so unexpected." Hawthorne squinted at Lorraine. "Different from Mara, I have a pair of eyes to find excellence, so when I first saw you, I was wondering why an excellent young man can''t get a promotion."


    "Your words really flatter me."


    "That''s the reward you deserve." Hawthorne smiled calmly. "Young man, you still have a chance. Please release Mr. Tidu and his good nephew now. Please trust me to control the violence on the scene. You can surrender to me. My status and appreciation can be the greatest guarantee for you to change your course."


    "It''s a tempting suggestion, Mr governor."


    Lorraine smiled and was about to refuse, but Hawthorne opened his mouth just right, accurately blocking the timing of his showdown.


    "Don''t worry, young man. I''m sure the people you ambush in the cabin won''t hurt our governor at will. In that case, you have a lot of time to think carefully. As long as Mr. governor is not injured, there is room for recovery."


    "Do you mean not to keep pointing these fifteen long guns at my head?"


    "If you want, I can do it." Hawthorne said kindly, "facing 15 powerful firearms in a narrow space... I know you must rely on it, but blind self-confidence is not desirable. When I was on the battlefield, I saw countless self-confident people, and they eventually turned into uninhabited corpses."


    "Really? I guess confidence and arrogance are often indistinguishable."


    "That''s the truth. Please take it as the advice of a past person, which will benefit you all your life."


    "Empty truth won''t benefit me all my life, governor." Lorraine suddenly put away his smile.


    As the smile closed, the unbridled coercion and killing intention emanated from his hands and feet. They were all intangible things, but the gunmen thought they saw a hungry and bloodthirsty leopard and were preparing to attack its prey.


    This made the gunmen nervous. A man accidentally touched the trigger, the hammer fell, and the gun rang!


    The lead bullet flew out of the long barrel and turned into soft and hot lead liquid and shot into the center of Lorraine''s eyebrows. However, Lorraine seemed to be prepared for this situation. He moved half a step away without delay and easily avoided the sudden attack.


    "You have committed a foul, Mr. governor." Lorraine pleaded tirelessly, attracting the attention of all the frightened people with superhuman agility and idle attitude.


    The whole bottom cabin only saw him, and did not notice that there were two huge spiders sliding down silently from the dark roof.


    Two spiders, one left and one right, one male and one female, one short and one tall.


    They do seemingly similar sliding movements under their heads and feet, but if someone pays attention to them, they will find that their movements are very different.


    Zanin''s actions are very similar to those of special soldiers who perform sliding and landing in later generations. His arms are open and completely horizontal. His whole upper body is not in contact with the rope. Only his clamped legs are intertwined with the rope. It looks like an upside down cross.


    Haina is just the opposite.


    Her legs show a special aesthetic diamond, and only the soles of her feet are combined to stabilize the rope. This means that she mainly uses her hands to slide down. The silhouette of her body is like a real spider, taking the darkness above her head as her own net.


    These two living fossil warrior schools are so independent in all aspects, and magically can always be consistent in the final effect, that is, stealth.


    Lorraine finally stopped complaining, picked up the photographed knight and put on a pleasant smile again.


    "It seems that I really shouldn''t expect a Spanish gentleman to have compassion in the face of the enemy." he stretched his arm lazily. "Fifteen to one, it seems that unlike the battle in the cabin, you still feel that you are in a safe position."


    Hawthorne tried his best to restrain his arrogance: "I''m waiting for you to see the current situation, not only you, but also the lower three indiscriminates you ambush in the cabin. However, my patience is very limited, if..."


    Something stepped on Hawthorne''s shoulder.


    Hawthorne was slightly stunned. Just about to see it, his high neck was stuck by a curved cold iron, and completely wrapped his whole neck.


    That''s Zanin''s weapon.


    The thin shadow warrior fell from the sky like a soul attached to a man''s shoulder and stood steadily on Hawthorne''s left shoulder. The pair of curved open iron hooks silently protruded from the left and right sides and locked in the opposite direction.


    "Don''t move, sir. You''d better not move at all and don''t say anything. My hook is very sharp. Any action may hurt your delicate skin and let the poison on the hook penetrate into your blood... Believe me, you will never want to know how the poison will make you feel..."


    Haina moved, too.


    She loosened her hands and fell naturally. She turned over in a limited space of less than two meters and shot a sharp Throwing Knife in the air.


    Six flying knives wrapped in red velvet splashed out like flowers, pulled out streamers in the corners of people''s eyes, and punctured the key points of the six gunmen''s vests accurately and simultaneously.


    Silent and breathless, her movements were almost synchronized with Zanin until the body fell to the ground, Zanin whispered like a devil, and others were suddenly surprised.


    Someone turned around.


    At the moment when the gun array was scattered, Lorraine suddenly started, opened his big hands, clasped the heads of the two sailors left and right, banged heavily in front of him.


    "The number seems to be seven to three at once." Lorraine slowly took out his sword from his waist, shook it twice and tore the air. "Mr. governor, are you willing to surrender? Or will you take the initiative to surrender after I kill them all?"