Chapter 18 Interrogating "White Shark"

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The bartender fell to the ground, curled up and rolled in pain.

"White Shark" Hamilton snorted heavily, and without saying anything, he turned his head and walked to the second floor, making the wooden steps creak.

After the fun was over, the drunkards dispersed one after another. Captain Elland and others returned to the upper floor unaffected and continued to play cards.

Klein took this opportunity and followed up the stairs.

When he returned to "Flying Fish and Wine", he didn't deal with "White Shark" for the non-existent harm, but purely wanted to learn more information from this bar owner who was connected with many pirate forces. The name Gehrman, hidden means to hunt bloody pirates, and use their spirit, flesh, and extraordinary characteristics to replace those waiting to be released in "Squirming Hunger".

There is no gas resource in Damir Port, and the aisle on the second floor is quite dark. On the brass candlesticks inlaid on the walls on both sides, the lights flicker and are as dim as seedlings.

While observing the environment, Klein wiped his face with his hand, and quietly turned into a guard on the first floor.

As for the difference in attire, he made up for it with his ability to create hallucinations.

Getting ready, he walked towards the room of "White Shark" Hamilton in his spiritual intuition.

He was the first to pass by the place where the cards were played, without attracting anyone's attention.

When he came to the guards guarding the passage, he stopped consciously and said in a low voice:

"There's something going on downstairs."

"The storm is here, what happened tonight?" a guard sighed.

"I hope those lovely people will not be harmed." Another guard said a little worried.

He was referring to the whores attached to the bar.

"They're fine." Klein jumped over the guards, came to the door of "White Shark", and raised his hand cautiously to knock.

"Who?" Hamilton asked warily.

"Boss, it's me, and something happened downstairs again!" Klein recalled the address information he got while watching the excitement, and said hoarsely on purpose.

"Damn!" Hamilton roared, "come in and explain what happened!"

Klein twisted the handle,

walked in.

When he closed the door smoothly, he lifted the illusion, his facial muscles squirmed rapidly, and changed back to his previous identity - a new alcoholic with blond hair and blue eyes, and ordinary facial features.

"You..." Hamilton was taken aback for a moment, then opened his mouth wide, trying to shout.

At the same time, phantom fish scales appeared on the back of his hand, and his already tall and fat body swelled up again.

Suddenly, his heart beat faster, and the intense fear from 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, and was looking back and forth at his own flesh and soul with cold and longing eyes.

In an instant, "White Shark" Hamilton fell into extreme panic and was unable to respond effectively.

Klein walked slowly to the sofa, sat down, and smiled politely:

"Can we communicate calmly now?"

The feeling of being stared at by a terrifying monster suddenly disappeared, and Hamilton suddenly became relaxed, and his body shriveled up a lot like a punctured balloon.

He stopped recklessly calling for help, and asked with sweat on his forehead:

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"A hunter." Klein replied casually, "I heard that you have connections with multiple pirate forces. I would like to know the corresponding situation."

"No, I didn't..." "White Shark" Hamilton subconsciously denied.

He immediately felt that kind of crazy hunger again, and felt that the eyes of the man opposite him seemed to be stained with a layer of dark red.

Klein considered the character design in his heart, and said with a gentle smile:

"You have two options.

"One is to answer frankly, the other is to be killed by me, and then, answer frankly."

Killing psychic? "White Shark" Hamilton had heard similar rumors, swallowed hard and said:

"Why do you want to know these things?"

Klein smiled and said:

"I'm a hunter, and I'm after the bounty."

Hamilton suddenly felt the indescribable madness in the other party's polite smile, and couldn't help but blurted out:

"You, are you crazy?

"I have seen many similar adventurers, but they all died in the bottom of the sea!

"It's not difficult to hunt down a pirate alone, but can you prevent follow-up retaliation? The prostitutes in the bar, the ordinary-looking customers, may be the pirate's informant! Your friendly accomplices will be bought at any time, behind the scenes Give you a shot! The pirates will collect information in advance and surround the ship you are on. Can you protect all the passengers? Can you survive the bombardment of the artillery and the inescapable sea? "

After venting his inner fear in one breath, he saw the man on the opposite side who claimed to be a hunter burst into a gentle and gentle smile again:

"Kill them all, and there will be no such problems."

...A real lunatic... "White Shark" Hamilton took a breath and said:

"I have contacts with many pirates, but they are all passive. The cash, jewelry, and goods they robbed need to be sold and replaced with spirits, food, fresh water, weapons, and women's comfort, all through me , but I can only wait for them here, I don’t know where their ships are sailing and what their nearest target is.”

"What else?" Klein asked calmly.

His answer just now was mainly to scare the "white shark". As for the revenge of the pirates, he was not worried at all. As a "faceless man", if he could be found so easily, he might as well find a place to sink himself in the bottom of the sea.

Also... "White Shark" Hamilton's throat squirmed, and he didn't immediately make a positive or negative description.

He closed his mouth tightly, looked at the gentleman wearing a half-high silk top hat, and met the other's calm and introverted eyes that seemed to be brewing madness.

The disturbing silence is like the surface of the sea before a storm, gently reverberating, colliding, and fermenting.

Finally, Hamilton looked away, put his hands on the table in front of him irritably, and said:

"Yes, I am still collecting information for them. If there is urgent information, I will use the radio station they gave to remind them to pay attention."

"White Shark" didn't dare to take risks, fearing that the other party had a unique extraordinary ability to judge whether he was telling the truth and whether he had told the whole truth.

"Radio station?" Klein, who succeeded in the game, keenly captured a noun.

"That's what they told me. It's similar to a telegraph, but it doesn't need a wire." Hamilton turned and walked to the gray-white safe, squatting down.

Wireless telegraphy? Pirates are so high-tech? Klein vaguely guessed what the station the other party was talking about.

He once thought about inventing something similar, but only found out after reading the corresponding magazine that wireless telegraphy had already appeared, but he had not yet found his place in the commercial field. Chaos, storms, and only a few channels can be passed. Even if wireless telegraphy is equipped, it is almost useless. Similarly, the weather in the Misty Sea and the Sunya Sea changes drastically, and there are many factors that affect electromagnetic transmission. Wireless telegraphy Applications are severely limited.

Is there an improved model that can solve some of the problems? Klein watched as "White Shark" pried open the floor in front of the safe, and by twisting the device, a secret door appeared on the wall.

Behind the secret door is a hidden cabinet divided into three compartments. Some documents and bills are placed on the top level. There are revolvers, new half-arm guns and other weapons in the middle, and complex black machinery is stuffed underneath.

Klein just glanced at it, and judged that the mechanical creation belonged to a radio station based on the impressions from his previous life and the information collected before.

"It's this thing. They call it a radio station. The news can be received by similar things in the Rorsted Islands at the farthest. If you go further, you have to look at the weather. It depends on luck. Usually, it is very troublesome and has many restrictions." Hamilton is not I understand too well, vaguely describing the corresponding situation according to the teachings I received and the experience of using it.

It is more powerful than the new type of radio station currently being commercialized... I don't know who invented it... After listening quietly, Klein asked directly:

"who are they?"

He makes himself sound like a tech-savvy bounty hunter.

"White Shark" Hamilton wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:

"The 'Silver Coin Viper' Odell, who claims to be the master of the 'Dawn', and Old Quinn, the intelligence officer of the 'Admiral of Blood', they appeared together. I can't confirm whether they are cooperating. Of course, Odell has always been It's all just claims."

The owner of the "Dawn", that "Queen of Mysteries"? Klein looked away, and at some point there was an extra gold coin in his hand.

The gold coin kept rolling between the fingers, and finally jumped into the air and fell down. Seeing that "White Shark" didn't know why, he was trembling.

Glancing down, 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 lightly, turned around and walked towards the door without asking any more questions.

bang! The wooden door opened and closed, and the figure in the black wool coat disappeared into the room of "White Shark".

Hamilton held his breath, waited for more than ten seconds, and finally let out a long breath.

He quickly wiped off the sweat from his face, moved the radio to the table, took out a code book, and busily sent a telegram to a distant place:

"I'm being watched!

"Strange guy!"

Beside the concentrating Hamilton, Klein put his hands in his pockets and watched quietly, taking in all the contents of the band spectrum and codebook.

His departure just now was just a large-scale illusion show, more than enough to deal with the low-sequence people of the "sailor" path like the white shark.

As for whether the specific content can be remembered in the future, the "Seer" does not need to think about it, and can recall everything in one "Dream Divination".

"Admiral of Blood" and his subordinates love to kill, like blood, and are fond of violence against women. Every time they rob a passenger ship, there will always be a tragedy... This is a recognized thing, and they themselves are very proud of it. Is it not stingy to publicize...the hunting target, the object of adventure, and give priority to them... Klein thought for a while, and took advantage of Hamilton's opportunity to pack up the radio, and prepared to really leave the room.

He didn't plan to deal with the "White Shark" for the time being, for fear of disturbing the real prey. Anyway, this kind of guy who is on land, has a fixed site, and is caught by himself can be easily resolved with a letter of report afterwards.

With Klein's soundless footsteps, the door slowly opened and closed quietly again, bringing in a slight cool breeze.

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