Set Sail! Storm in the Caribbean! Chapter 9: Undercurrent

Chapter 9 The surging undercurrent

At this time, Little Fokker had already reined in his horse and returned to the port, yelling at the guard:

"You idiots with eyes on the back of your head! Even these scum can do nothing. Go and erect a cross in the port square and nail the bodies of these two damn guys on it to let them know that in the sacred and free Port of Tutuga The consequences of the troublemakers! Their bodies will rot in the sun, their souls will whisper in pain in the square, and before the clock strikes midnight today, I will see the remaining criminals also crucified! go!"

After saying that, Little Fok didn't stop much, and drove the huge demon horse Momoul under his crotch to slowly walk back to the castle where the black smoke was still rising. Looking at his retreating back, the busy port guards, the towering castle and black smoke in the background, Fang Senyan suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

At this time, he suddenly heard a low-pitched hoarse voice saying: "Strong on the outside but strong on the inside." After hearing this, Fang Senyan showed a meaningful smile on his lips. He couldn't help but turn around to look, but found that the crowd was so chaotic that he couldn't find him at all. Where is the speaker, but it can be clearly seen that many pirates have secretive and greedy gleams in their eyes.

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"Little Fogg's behavior is very stupid."

Thirty minutes later, on the bow of the Bell and Wine Glass, Armand stood with his hands behind his hands and said calmly. Standing next to him was a man wearing a brown top hat, who was the navigator Ciel. At this time, Charles looked very humble when facing Armand, exactly like a servant treating his master with the kind of respect that he had to bow his back even when he stepped back.

"This place has enjoyed peace for too long, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes have been fixed on today's riot. If the Fogg family calmly arrests and executes all the criminals, then maybe everyone will still It would feel like the Fogg family's control over Tutuga Harbor has not faded yet...but now, hum..."

Armand's eyes flickered, he stretched out his hand and stroked the smooth hilt of the sword at his waist and murmured:

"However, it would be even worse if Little Fokker didn't come forward. Those stupid guards usually make small troubles, but once something big happens, they will be like a headless fly scurrying around. If Little Fokke hadn't been there in the beginning, Riding on that monster horse Momoor and going out to kill people and establish his authority, I'm afraid even those ordinary pirates will be tempted. "

Charles raised his head slightly and looked at Tutuga Port under the sun. There was greed in his eyes, and of course a slight ambition. The Port of Tutuga is located on the golden route of the Caribbean Sea. The wealth accumulated during the seventy years of peace is probably enough to buy half of Britain. But at this time, the sun was coming to the west, and Armand's shadow covered his body condescendingly. Charles frowned slightly, lowered his eyelids and said calmly:

"Maybe Little Fokker did a very bad job at his job, but we also saw it at the beginning...the power of that gun and that sword plus that horse! As long as these three so-called holy weapons are still there , no one dares to ignore the former glory of the Falk family!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Armand's stern face:

"If the entire Fogg family is only supported by those three things that have long belonged to the dead, then it will be its end in the near future. Neither Old Jack, the owner of the Black Pearl, nor Blackbeard, the master of the Queen Anne's Revenge, will Take the Three Sacred Artifacts seriously."

"Old Jack is said to have become the guardian of the code, and he himself is the chief of the American headhunting tribe. Blackbeard has been proficient in the black magic of voodoo ten years ago, and now it is said that he is looking for the Queen Anne's Revenge. The secret has completely turned into a killing machine! If the captain of the Flying Dutchman, Davy Jones, had always been neutral and ambiguous, Tutuga Port would have been swept away! "

Charles was slightly suffocated. He suddenly realized that Armand had spoken too much today, and the news revealed to him were all secrets that could only be exchanged for blood, heads, and gold pounds. Armand took a deep breath and continued solemnly:

"The wind in the Caribbean Sea is already carrying the sounds of blood and screams. I feel that there may be big changes in the past few days. I usually don't care about you and Scar Henry, but at this time, the Bell and the Wine Glass Everyone on the Internet must unite and seize this opportunity with great risks and greater benefits!”

Under Armand's hawk-like gaze, Charles naturally did not dare to have other thoughts besides nodding, but it was difficult to guess what he was thinking.

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Under the strict orders of the contemporary Lord Fokke, all the guards at Tutuga Port began to operate frantically, turning the entire peaceful port into a mess. Fang Senyan was now a crew member of the Bell and Wine Glass, so he could naturally watch from the side. I just feel that although the guards here are quite strong, their quality is worse than that of the urban management. During the raids, they were extremely rude. They yelled and cursed while asking for bribes. In the end, they casually arrested a few homeless people who seemed to be unable to walk. Go on a mission. Seeing such behavior, it's no wonder that those pirates who are like wolves and tigers have different ideas. For them, only knives and strength can awe them!

At this time, another dull explosion suddenly came from the street to the west of the port. This sound may be quite unfamiliar to the pirates in the port, but Sheyan could hear it as the blast of a grenade. There is no doubt that the search by these local snake guards has played a certain role, and they should have found the lair of those lurking contractors.

Fang Senyan was standing on the hillside in the distance, so he could clearly see that two old and outdated houses in the port shook unwillingly twice and collapsed, stirring up dust all over the sky. Five or six figures fled separately, but there were less than three guards surrounding the place, and they were obviously at a loss. The people who kept coming for reinforcements from a distance were still hundreds of meters away.

So naturally, a chase drama started again. The pirates in the port had no intention of helping the citizens. Instead, they laughed nearby. There were many people watching and whistling and even applauding. When Sheyan saw this scene, his heart moved slightly, and he immediately looked in the right direction and hurried over. Not long after, a contractor who was running out of breath and the Tutuga Port guard chasing after him appeared in front.

The appearance of this contractor is not much different from that of ordinary pirates. He has dark skin and the appearance of a man between thirty and fifty years old. His messy hair is wrapped in a black turban, and the cheap shell necklace around his neck has been thrown away. Behind his back, he was wearing a close-fitting burlap shirt, his trousers were made of gray-black linen with clear dust on them, and his feet were stockings and tattered felt shoes. He was breathing heavily, and every time he took a few steps, he would look back in a panic. It was obvious that he was very uneasy, and there was even panic in his eyes.

There is no doubt that running at high speed while going up a mountain is very physically demanding. Therefore, the contractor's running speed began to slow down significantly, and the distance between him and the rear guards was getting closer and closer. Sheyan used his insight ability on the guard who was chasing after him, and obtained first-hand attribute information:

"Dice" Kurtz

Tutuga Port Level II Guard

Height 5 feet 7 inches, weight 73kg

Strength 7 points

Agility 8 points

Physical strength 5 points

Perception 11 points

Charm 7 points

Intelligence 3 points

Spirit 6 points

Basic melee level 1, basic endurance level 1

Level II guard special passive ability: Group lv1. For guards who are accustomed to collective life, their strength will be greatly improved if friendly troops are nearby. Whenever there is an additional ally around you, all personal attributes will be increased by 10, up to a maximum of 100.

Level II guard’s special passive ability: Tenacity lv1. Adds an additional 200 points to the maximum health limit.

While Fang Sheyan was browsing the guard attributes, the contractor had already plunged into the semi-abandoned shack area halfway up the mountain - the same place where Fang Sheyan was when he first entered the world. It was obvious that the contractor realized that he was about to be overtaken, so he wanted to use the complex terrain to throw off his opponent. Fang Sheyan first turned his head and looked at the port below. It was just as he expected: the three reinforcements from the rear were very relieved about the battle situation here - probably because this was the only 1v1 situation - so they all moved towards Several other contractors chased him in the direction they fled. Fang Sheyan watched this series of things happen, with an unpredictable smile on his face, and then slowly approached the shack area through the concealment of the building.

Probably after entering the shack area with complex terrain, "Dice" Kurtus began to feel something was wrong, so when he chased the contractor, he pulled out the sailor sword from his waist and threw it. As a result, it hit the enemy's thigh very accurately, and screams suddenly began. The contractor rolled on the ground, still staggering and crawling forward to escape.

But he soon realized that something was wrong. When he turned around, he saw "Dice" Kurtus behind him, smiling ferociously with his hands folded in front of his chest. He followed step by step, and the sailor sword that played the Kung Fu was also caught. He picked it up again and hung it around his waist, looking no different from a cat playing with a mouse.

The contractor gritted his teeth, pulled out a dagger from his waist with desperate eyes, and shouted loudly:

"Don't come here!"