The hatch door is closed...

In the closed cabin, there is no suspense at all, and there will be no too fierce confrontation between three warriors who regard invincibility as a life creed.

But they still shouted louder than the other, and their voices were as loud as thunder, moving thousands of miles away.

Those awkward battle numbers were vaguely heard through the random bulkheads. It was like a brave man who accidentally broke into the evil dragon's nest. Sparta gathered together to visit the Hot Spring Pass.

Is there any way to block your ears?

Lorraine listened to the howling in the cabin depressedly, and couldn't help but complain in her heart: Everyone was screaming loudly at this moment. When casting for Lopez, why couldn't she speak Spanish authentically?

Speaking of which, there are pirate kings in this world who cannot speak Spanish well...

Does the Marine Brotherhood never consider a person's educational level when choosing a candidate for the throne of pirates?

However, it seems that this is true.

Lorraine sighed regretfully.

The people in the cabin had the joy in the cabin, and there were also his troubles in front of him, such as... he was pointed at his head by fifteen loaded spears. If he didn't solve the problem quickly, he would probably miss dinner.

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

"Mr. Governor, I guess the situation is somewhat beyond your expectations."

"It's not that unexpected," Hawthorne looked at Lorraine with his eyes squinted. "Unlike Mara, I have eyes that find excellence, so when I first saw you, I was wondering why an excellent young man would not get the opportunity to be promoted."

"Your words really flatter me."

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

"It's really a tempting suggestion, Mr. Governor."

Lorraine smiled and was about to refuse, but heard Hawthorne speak out just in time and accurately block the opportunity for his showdown.

"Don't worry, young man. I believe that the people you ambush in the cabin will not hurt our admiral at will. If that's the case, you have plenty of time to think about it carefully. As long as the admiral is not injured, everything will be remedied."

"Are you referring to not keep pointing these fifteen spears at my head?"

"If you wish, I can do it." Hawthorne looked happy, "Faced with fifteen powerful firearms in a small space... I know you must have something to rely on, but blind confidence is not desirable. When I was on the battlefield, I saw countless confident people, and they eventually turned into corpses that no one cares about."

"Is that so? I guess, self-confidence and arrogance are often indistinguishable."

"That's the reason. Please treat it as a advice from someone who has experienced it, and it will benefit you for life."

"The empty truth cannot benefit me for life, Mr. Governor." Lorraine suddenly put away her smile.

As his smile gathered, unscrupulous pressure and murderous intent emanated from his every move. It was obviously invisible and tangible, but the gunmen thought they had seen the hungry and bloodthirsty jaguar and were about to rush at its prey.

This made the gunmen nervous. Someone accidentally touched the trigger, the hammer fell, and the gunshots suddenly sounded!

The lead bullet flew out of the long barrel and turned into soft and scorching lead liquid and shot towards Lorraine's eyebrows. However, Lorraine seemed to be prepared for this situation. She immediately moved away half a step and gently avoided the sudden attack that was close at hand.

"You have been fouled, Mr. Governor." Lorraine defended relentlessly, attracting the attention of all frightened people with Superman's agility and idle attitude.

He was only seen in the entire bottom pole, and he did not notice that two huge spiders were silently sliding down from the dark top of the cabin.

Two spiders, one left and one right, one man and one woman, one short and one tall.

They made seemingly similar slide movements on their heads and feet, but if someone pays attention to them, they will find that their movements are completely different.

Zaniin's movements were very similar to those of the special soldiers who performed descending in later generations. His arms were open, completely horizontal, and his entire upper body did not have any contact with the rope. He only tangled with the rope with the tight legs, looking like an upside-down cross.

Henna is the opposite.

Her legs present a special aesthetic diamond shape, with only the soles of her feet combined to stabilize the rope. This means that she mainly uses her hands to slide down, and the silhouette of her body is like a real spider, treating the darkness above her head as her own arrest.

These two living fossil-like warrior schools are so unique in all aspects, and magically always keep the final effect consistent, that is stealth.

Lorraine finally stopped complaining, packed up the captivating knight, and changed into a kind smile again.

"It seems that I really shouldn't expect a Spanish gentleman to have mercy when facing the enemy." He stretched his arms lazily, "Fifteen to one, it seems that he is different from the battle in the cabin. You still feel that you are sure to win and are standing in a safe position."

Hawthorne tried his best to restrain his arrogance: "I'm waiting for you to see the current situation clearly, not only you, but also the despicable people who are ambushing the cabin. However, my patience is very limited, if..."

Something stepped on Hawthorne's shoulder.

Hawthorne was slightly stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to go and see, his high neck was stuck by a curved and cold iron instrument, and it completely wrapped around his entire neck.

That was Zaniin's weapon.

The thin shadow warrior fell from the sky like a soul attached to a person's shoulder, standing steadily on Hawthorne's left shoulder. The pair of curved iron hooks that opened on both sides silently poked out from the left and right sides, locking in the opposite direction.

"Don't move, sir, you'd better not move at all, don't say anything. My hook is very sharp, and any movement may hurt your delicate skin, allowing the venom on the hook to penetrate into your blood... Believe me, you will never want to know what kind of feeling the venom will bring you..."

Henna moved too.

She let go of her hands, her body fell naturally, flipped over in a limited space of less than two meters, and shot a sharp flying knife in the air.

Six red velvet-wrapped swords splashed out like flowers from the celestial girl, pulling out a stream of light from the corners of people's eyes, accurately piercing the vital points of the six gunmen's vests at the same time.

Silently, without breath, her movements were almost synchronized with Zaniin until the body fell to the ground. Zaniin murmured like a demon, and the others suddenly realized.

Someone turned around.

At the moment when the gun array was scattered, Lorraine suddenly activated, opened her big hand, grabbed the heads of the two sailors from left to right, and banged heavily in front of him.

"The number of people seems to have suddenly become seven to three." Lorraine slowly pulled out the sword from her waist, threw it a few times, and tore the air, "Mr. Governor, is it you who surrendered voluntarily? Or do you surrender voluntarily after I kill them all?"
Chapter completed!