thump!
The bartender fell to the ground, curled up in pain and rolled around.
White Shark Hamilton snorted heavily, said nothing, turned his head and walked to the second floor, slashing the wooden stairs.
After watching the fun, the drunkards dispersed one after another, Captain Aerland and others returned to the upper floor without any impact and continued playing cards.
Klein took this opportunity and followed up the stairs.
He returned to Flying Fish and Wine, not to deal with the White Shark for non-existent harm, but simply to learn more from the bar owner who has a connection with multiple pirate forces. After all, he named his new identity German, and his hidden meaning was to hunt bloody pirates and replace the creeping hunger waiting to be released with their spirits, flesh and extraordinary qualities.
Damir Port has no gas resources, the aisle on the second floor is quite dim, and the lights are swaying on the brass candlesticks embedded in the walls on both sides, as dim as beans.
While observing the environment, Klein reached out to wipe his face and quietly turned into a guard on the first floor.
As for the difference in clothing and decoration, he made up for it with his ability to create hallucinations.
Be prepared, he walked towards the White Shark Hamilton's room in his spiritual intuition.
He passed by the card game first and did not attract anyone's attention.
He came to the guards guarding the passage, stopped consciously, and lowered his voice:
Something happened downstairs again.
The storm is on, what happened tonight?A guard sighed.
I hope those sweet people will not be hurt.Another guard said with a little concern.
He refers to the prostitutes who are attached to the bar.
They're fine.Klein crossed the guard and came to the White Shark's door, raising his hand and knocking it with restraint.
who?Hamilton asked vigilantly.
Boss, it’s me, and something happened downstairs again!Klein recalled the title information he received when he was watching the fun just now and said in a hoarse voice.
Damn it!Hamilton roared in and told him clearly what was going on!
Klein twisted his handle and walked in.
When he closed the door casually, he removed the illusion, his facial muscles squirmed rapidly, and he turned back to the previous identity of a new drinker with blonde hair and blue eyes and ordinary facial features.
You... Hamilton was stunned at first, then opened his mouth wide and tried to shout.
At the same time, illusory fish scales appeared on the back of his hand, and his already tall and fat body expanded again.
Suddenly, his heartbeat thumped, and the intense fear that originated from his instinct strangled his throat.
At this moment, he felt that the stranger standing by the door was a demon who had been hungry for many days, looking back and forth at his flesh and blood and soul with his cold and longing eyes.
In an instant, White Shark Hamilton fell into extreme panic and was unable to respond effectively.
Klein slowly walked to the sofa, sat down, and smiled politely:
Now, can you communicate calmly?
The feeling of being targeted by the terrifying monster suddenly disappeared, Hamilton suddenly became relaxed, and his body became much shriveled like a balloon that was poked.
He stopped calling for help recklessly, and asked with sweat on his forehead:
Who are you?what you up to?
A hunter.Klein replied casually, I heard that you are related to multiple pirate forces, and I want to know the corresponding situation.
No, I don't... White Shark Hamilton subconsciously denied.
He immediately felt the extremely crazy hunger again, and he felt that the eyes of the man opposite seemed to be dyed with a dark red color.
Klein thought about his character in his heart and smiled politely:
You have two choices.
One is to answer frankly, the other is to be killed by me, and then, to answer frankly.
Killing a psychic?White Shark Hamilton had heard similar rumors and swallowed his saliva hard and said:
Why do you want to know about these situations?
Klein smiled and said:
I am a hunter, and what I pursue is a bounty.
Hamilton suddenly felt that there was an indescribable madness in the polite smile of the other party, and couldn't help but blurt out:
Are you crazy?
I have seen many similar adventurers, but they are all buried at the bottom of the sea!
Hunting a pirate alone is not difficult, but can you be wary of subsequent revenge?The prostitutes in the bar, who look very ordinary customers, may be the pirate informant!Your friendly accomplices will be bribed at any time, and you will be shot behind the scenes!The pirates will also collect information in advance to surround the ship you are riding. Can you protect all passengers?Can you survive the bombardment of one cannon, in the sea where you can't escape?
After venting his inner fear in one breath, he saw the man opposite him calling himself a hunter, who once again smiled gentlely:
If you kill them all, there will be no such problems.
…The real madman… White Shark Hamilton took a breath and said:
I have connections with many pirates, but they are all passive. The cash, jewelry, goods they grab need to be sold, and they need to be replaced with spirits, food, fresh water, weapons, and women's comfort. This has to be through me, but I can only wait for them here, not sure where their ships are sailing and what their nearest goal is.
What else?Klein asked calmly.
His answer just now was mainly to scare the white shark. As for the pirates' revenge, he was not worried at all. As a faceless man, if he was found so easily, it would be better to find a place to sink to the bottom of the sea.
And... White Shark Hamilton's throat squirmed and did not immediately describe it with a positive or negative one.
He closed his mouth tightly, looked at the gentleman wearing a half-height silk top hat, and looked at the other party's calm and restrained eyes, as if they were brewing crazy.
The unsettling silence is like the sea before the storm, echoing gently, colliding, and fermenting.
Finally, Hamilton looked away and rested his hand on the table in front of him, saying:
Yes, I'm still collecting information for them. If there is emergency information, I will use the radio stations they gave to remind them to pay attention.
White Shark dared not take risks, afraid that the other party has unique extraordinary abilities, and can judge whether he is telling the truth and whether he has told the whole truth.
Radio?Klein, who had a successful game, keenly captured a noun.
This is the name they told me, similar to the telegram, but does not require a line.Hamilton turned and walked to the off-white safe and squatted down.
Wireless Telegram?Is the pirate so high-tech?Klein vaguely guessed what the other party was talking about.
He once thought about inventing something similar, but after looking through the corresponding magazine, he realized that wireless telegraphs had already appeared for a long time, but in the commercial field, he had not yet found his own position to separate the violent seas of north and south. The magnetic field was chaotic, and the storm was raging. Only a few channels could pass through. Even if they were equipped with wireless telegraphs, they were almost useless. Similarly, the weather changes drastically in the Sea of Fog and Sunia Seas, and there are many factors that affect electromagnetic propagation. The application of wireless telegraphs was greatly restricted.
Is there an improved type that can solve some problems?Klein looked at White Shark and pried open the floor in front of the safe, and twisted the device to make a secret door appear on the wall.
Behind the secret door is a three-frame hidden cabinet. There are documents and bills on the top floor, with weapons such as revolvers, new half-arm guns and other weapons in the middle, and complex black machinery is stuffed below.
Klein just glanced at it and determined through his impressions in his previous life and the information he collected before, that mechanical creation belonged to the radio station.
It's this thing. They call it a radio station. The news taken can be received as far as the farthest, similar things from the Rosde Islands. It depends on the weather and luck. It is also very troublesome in normal times and has many restrictions.Hamilton did not understand very well, and based on the teachings received and the experience of using them, he vaguely described the corresponding situation.
It is more powerful than the new radio station currently being commercialized... I don't know who invented it... After listening quietly, Klein asked directly:
who are they?
He made himself act like a bounty hunter who didn't understand technology.
White Shark Hamilton wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:
The "Silver Viper" Odel, who claims to be serving the owner of the "Dawn", and the intelligence officer Old Quinn, who is the "General of the Blood", appeared together. I can't confirm whether they are cooperating. Of course, Odel has always just claimed.
The owner of Dawn, the mysterious queen?Klein withdrew his gaze and had an extra gold coin in his hand.
The gold coins kept rolling between their fingers, and finally jumped into the air and fell down, making the white shark confused and trembled.
He glanced down and Klein slowly stood up.
At this moment, he suddenly asked:
Who gave you the potion?
Old, Old Quinn... Hamilton hesitated and chose to answer frankly.
Klein nodded slightly, stopped asking, turned around and walked towards the door.
Bang!The wooden door opened and closed, and the figure in a black tweed coat disappeared into the White Shark's room.
Hamilton held his breath, waited for more than ten seconds, and finally breathed a long sigh.
He quickly wiped off the sweat from his face, moved the radio station to the table, took out a password book, and busy shooting a telegram into the distance:
I was targeted!
A strange guy!
Beside Hamilton, Klein put his hands in his pockets and watched quietly, taking all the band spectrum and the contents of the codebook into his eyes.
His departure just now was just a large-scale illusion show, more than enough to deal with the low-sequel player of the sailor's path.
As for whether you can remember the specific content later, diviners do not need to consider it. They can recall them all in one dream divination.
General of Blood and his men love killing, like blood, and are keen on violence against women. Every time they rob a passenger ship, they will always cause tragedies... This is a recognized thing, and they are also very proud of it, and they are always not stingy in promoting... The target of hunting and the object of adventure, and give priority to them... Klein thought for a little while, and took advantage of Hamilton's opportunity to clean up the radio station and prepare to actually leave this room.
He does not plan to deal with the white shark for the time being, for fear of disturbing the real prey. Anyway, such a guy who is on land, has a fixed territory and has a handle on himself can easily solve it with a letter of complaint afterwards.
In Klein's silent steps, the door slowly cracked and closed quietly, bringing in a slight cool breeze.
The bartender fell to the ground, curled up in pain and rolled around.
White Shark Hamilton snorted heavily, said nothing, turned his head and walked to the second floor, slashing the wooden stairs.
After watching the fun, the drunkards dispersed one after another, Captain Aerland and others returned to the upper floor without any impact and continued playing cards.
Klein took this opportunity and followed up the stairs.
He returned to Flying Fish and Wine, not to deal with the White Shark for non-existent harm, but simply to learn more from the bar owner who has a connection with multiple pirate forces. After all, he named his new identity German, and his hidden meaning was to hunt bloody pirates and replace the creeping hunger waiting to be released with their spirits, flesh and extraordinary qualities.
Damir Port has no gas resources, the aisle on the second floor is quite dim, and the lights are swaying on the brass candlesticks embedded in the walls on both sides, as dim as beans.
While observing the environment, Klein reached out to wipe his face and quietly turned into a guard on the first floor.
As for the difference in clothing and decoration, he made up for it with his ability to create hallucinations.
Be prepared, he walked towards the White Shark Hamilton's room in his spiritual intuition.
He passed by the card game first and did not attract anyone's attention.
He came to the guards guarding the passage, stopped consciously, and lowered his voice:
Something happened downstairs again.
The storm is on, what happened tonight?A guard sighed.
I hope those sweet people will not be hurt.Another guard said with a little concern.
He refers to the prostitutes who are attached to the bar.
They're fine.Klein crossed the guard and came to the White Shark's door, raising his hand and knocking it with restraint.
who?Hamilton asked vigilantly.
Boss, it’s me, and something happened downstairs again!Klein recalled the title information he received when he was watching the fun just now and said in a hoarse voice.
Damn it!Hamilton roared in and told him clearly what was going on!
Klein twisted his handle and walked in.
When he closed the door casually, he removed the illusion, his facial muscles squirmed rapidly, and he turned back to the previous identity of a new drinker with blonde hair and blue eyes and ordinary facial features.
You... Hamilton was stunned at first, then opened his mouth wide and tried to shout.
At the same time, illusory fish scales appeared on the back of his hand, and his already tall and fat body expanded again.
Suddenly, his heartbeat thumped, and the intense fear that originated from his instinct strangled his throat.
At this moment, he felt that the stranger standing by the door was a demon who had been hungry for many days, looking back and forth at his flesh and blood and soul with his cold and longing eyes.
In an instant, White Shark Hamilton fell into extreme panic and was unable to respond effectively.
Klein slowly walked to the sofa, sat down, and smiled politely:
Now, can you communicate calmly?
The feeling of being targeted by the terrifying monster suddenly disappeared, Hamilton suddenly became relaxed, and his body became much shriveled like a balloon that was poked.
He stopped calling for help recklessly, and asked with sweat on his forehead:
Who are you?what you up to?
A hunter.Klein replied casually, I heard that you are related to multiple pirate forces, and I want to know the corresponding situation.
No, I don't... White Shark Hamilton subconsciously denied.
He immediately felt the extremely crazy hunger again, and he felt that the eyes of the man opposite seemed to be dyed with a dark red color.
Klein thought about his character in his heart and smiled politely:
You have two choices.
One is to answer frankly, the other is to be killed by me, and then, to answer frankly.
Killing a psychic?White Shark Hamilton had heard similar rumors and swallowed his saliva hard and said:
Why do you want to know about these situations?
Klein smiled and said:
I am a hunter, and what I pursue is a bounty.
Hamilton suddenly felt that there was an indescribable madness in the polite smile of the other party, and couldn't help but blurt out:
Are you crazy?
I have seen many similar adventurers, but they are all buried at the bottom of the sea!
Hunting a pirate alone is not difficult, but can you be wary of subsequent revenge?The prostitutes in the bar, who look very ordinary customers, may be the pirate informant!Your friendly accomplices will be bribed at any time, and you will be shot behind the scenes!The pirates will also collect information in advance to surround the ship you are riding. Can you protect all passengers?Can you survive the bombardment of one cannon, in the sea where you can't escape?
After venting his inner fear in one breath, he saw the man opposite him calling himself a hunter, who once again smiled gentlely:
If you kill them all, there will be no such problems.
…The real madman… White Shark Hamilton took a breath and said:
I have connections with many pirates, but they are all passive. The cash, jewelry, goods they grab need to be sold, and they need to be replaced with spirits, food, fresh water, weapons, and women's comfort. This has to be through me, but I can only wait for them here, not sure where their ships are sailing and what their nearest goal is.
What else?Klein asked calmly.
His answer just now was mainly to scare the white shark. As for the pirates' revenge, he was not worried at all. As a faceless man, if he was found so easily, it would be better to find a place to sink to the bottom of the sea.
And... White Shark Hamilton's throat squirmed and did not immediately describe it with a positive or negative one.
He closed his mouth tightly, looked at the gentleman wearing a half-height silk top hat, and looked at the other party's calm and restrained eyes, as if they were brewing crazy.
The unsettling silence is like the sea before the storm, echoing gently, colliding, and fermenting.
Finally, Hamilton looked away and rested his hand on the table in front of him, saying:
Yes, I'm still collecting information for them. If there is emergency information, I will use the radio stations they gave to remind them to pay attention.
White Shark dared not take risks, afraid that the other party has unique extraordinary abilities, and can judge whether he is telling the truth and whether he has told the whole truth.
Radio?Klein, who had a successful game, keenly captured a noun.
This is the name they told me, similar to the telegram, but does not require a line.Hamilton turned and walked to the off-white safe and squatted down.
Wireless Telegram?Is the pirate so high-tech?Klein vaguely guessed what the other party was talking about.
He once thought about inventing something similar, but after looking through the corresponding magazine, he realized that wireless telegraphs had already appeared for a long time, but in the commercial field, he had not yet found his own position to separate the violent seas of north and south. The magnetic field was chaotic, and the storm was raging. Only a few channels could pass through. Even if they were equipped with wireless telegraphs, they were almost useless. Similarly, the weather changes drastically in the Sea of Fog and Sunia Seas, and there are many factors that affect electromagnetic propagation. The application of wireless telegraphs was greatly restricted.
Is there an improved type that can solve some problems?Klein looked at White Shark and pried open the floor in front of the safe, and twisted the device to make a secret door appear on the wall.
Behind the secret door is a three-frame hidden cabinet. There are documents and bills on the top floor, with weapons such as revolvers, new half-arm guns and other weapons in the middle, and complex black machinery is stuffed below.
Klein just glanced at it and determined through his impressions in his previous life and the information he collected before, that mechanical creation belonged to the radio station.
It's this thing. They call it a radio station. The news taken can be received as far as the farthest, similar things from the Rosde Islands. It depends on the weather and luck. It is also very troublesome in normal times and has many restrictions.Hamilton did not understand very well, and based on the teachings received and the experience of using them, he vaguely described the corresponding situation.
It is more powerful than the new radio station currently being commercialized... I don't know who invented it... After listening quietly, Klein asked directly:
who are they?
He made himself act like a bounty hunter who didn't understand technology.
White Shark Hamilton wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:
The "Silver Viper" Odel, who claims to be serving the owner of the "Dawn", and the intelligence officer Old Quinn, who is the "General of the Blood", appeared together. I can't confirm whether they are cooperating. Of course, Odel has always just claimed.
The owner of Dawn, the mysterious queen?Klein withdrew his gaze and had an extra gold coin in his hand.
The gold coins kept rolling between their fingers, and finally jumped into the air and fell down, making the white shark confused and trembled.
He glanced down and Klein slowly stood up.
At this moment, he suddenly asked:
Who gave you the potion?
Old, Old Quinn... Hamilton hesitated and chose to answer frankly.
Klein nodded slightly, stopped asking, turned around and walked towards the door.
Bang!The wooden door opened and closed, and the figure in a black tweed coat disappeared into the White Shark's room.
Hamilton held his breath, waited for more than ten seconds, and finally breathed a long sigh.
He quickly wiped off the sweat from his face, moved the radio station to the table, took out a password book, and busy shooting a telegram into the distance:
I was targeted!
A strange guy!
Beside Hamilton, Klein put his hands in his pockets and watched quietly, taking all the band spectrum and the contents of the codebook into his eyes.
His departure just now was just a large-scale illusion show, more than enough to deal with the low-sequel player of the sailor's path.
As for whether you can remember the specific content later, diviners do not need to consider it. They can recall them all in one dream divination.
General of Blood and his men love killing, like blood, and are keen on violence against women. Every time they rob a passenger ship, they will always cause tragedies... This is a recognized thing, and they are also very proud of it, and they are always not stingy in promoting... The target of hunting and the object of adventure, and give priority to them... Klein thought for a little while, and took advantage of Hamilton's opportunity to clean up the radio station and prepare to actually leave this room.
He does not plan to deal with the white shark for the time being, for fear of disturbing the real prey. Anyway, such a guy who is on land, has a fixed territory and has a handle on himself can easily solve it with a letter of complaint afterwards.
In Klein's silent steps, the door slowly cracked and closed quietly, bringing in a slight cool breeze.
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