At times like this, there is no gift more precious than bullets.

After several hours of fighting.

Chandler himself had less than a hundred rounds of pistol ammunition left.

There are also thirty or forty rounds of rifle ammunition.

Now that it's time to eat.

Chandler lets his wife cook in the kitchen.

And I made a portion for both of them.

A bottle of brandy was placed in front of the two men.

There is also a steak in front of each person.

Chandler had to be thankful that he had a good habit of taking advantage of others.

When returning from the police station.

He stopped at a beef shop to check whether there were any Royalists hiding there.

When I left, I had a large piece of beef in my hand.

You know what the hell is going to happen today.

I really should take a tour of that old man Jim's cabin.

"Mr. Peter Pan, how could you prepare so much ammunition?"

"Mr. Chandler, did you know that I own an ocean-going cargo ship?"

"Of course I know, I'm a detective"

"Every time you go to sea, you need to prepare a lot of ammunition. You know there are barbarians on many islands."

"Yes, I have also been on sea ships many times, when I passed those islands.

Those savages always stood on the shore, shouting "Wow, wow, wow" incessantly.

It seems that he is very eager for the ship to dock, and he doesn't know what bad idea he has in his head.

The crew often used the savages as targets.

We also rent guns and sell bullets to passengers who like shooting.

I have to say, it’s a very profitable business!”

Peter Pan stared at Inspector Chandler dumbfounded.

"Oh, Captain, what's your expression like?"
Chapter completed!