The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 10 Killing in the Darkness

In the darkness, Zhu Hongyu pressed his ear to the wall.

The sound insulation effect of the wooden house is not good, Zhu Hongyu can clearly hear the voice of Korle in the wooden house who is drunk and swearing to himself.

His mouth was not clean, and because he was drunk, he spoke incoherently.

"Damn bitches, dare to ignore me!"

"I will *death* you!"

"Hey hey...gold coins, a lot of gold coins, I want gold coins!"

"I am Spanish, I am not of mixed race, I am a noble Peninsular, a lowly Chinese pig, and a barbaric native, you all kneel down and lick my toes!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Korla talked to himself for half an hour before falling into a deep sleep, and his breathing became very even.

Zhu Hongyu was not in a hurry, and continued to put his ear against the wall, listening to the movement in the wooden house.

He has received professional training and knows that the sound of breathing is different when people are in light sleep and deep sleep.

Now Korla is only in a light sleep, if he does it now, he might wake him up.

If he makes any noise, it will be troublesome!
Zhu Hongyu didn't mind waiting a little longer, he had plenty of patience.

Another half an hour later, judging from his breathing, Korla in the wooden house had already entered a deep sleep, and Zhu Hongyu looked around.

It was dark and quiet all around, without any movement.

Zhu Hongyu felt it was time to do something!

He began to move his limbs and joints slightly to relieve the muscle numbness caused by maintaining a movement for a long time.

Then he got up from the darkness and touched the door of the wooden house.

The dagger in his hand pierced through the gap in the door, and he moved it up and down to test it out. The door was not locked, it was just ajar.

Zhu Hongyu stepped lightly, gently pushed open the door, and walked in.

The wooden house was filled with a sour smell of drunkenness, and there was a figure lying on the wooden bed.

Zhu Hongyu walked towards the wooden bed, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Korla on the wooden bed.

Korla looked quite young, with an old face and gray hair. He was at least five or sixty years old.

Muttering dreams in a mouth full of alcohol.

Zhu Hongyu's eyes became more and more cold, and he quickly stepped forward to the bedside, covering the supervisor's mouth and nose with one hand to prevent him from making a sound.

Korla's mouth and nose were covered, and he was awakened from a deep sleep in an instant.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a dark figure standing in front of his bed.

His mouth and nose were tightly covered.

Before Korla could struggle, there was a sound of a sharp knife piercing his flesh, and he felt a chill in his chest, followed by unbearable pain.

Zhu Hongyu stabbed the dagger into his heart, stirring it violently.

Korla's eyes widened, and the severe pain made him want to scream, but because his mouth and nose were covered, he couldn't scream.

He was like a fat pig dying in a slaughterhouse, the sharp knife had pierced his body, and the only thing he could do was moan in despair.

There was despair and confusion in Korle's eyes, but the next moment it was frozen forever, his body twitched for the last time, and there was no other movement.

Zhu Hongyu pulled the dagger out of Korla's chest, and just to be on the safe side, he stabbed him in the throat again, cutting off his throat.

Then I breathed a sigh of relief!
Zhu Hongyu pulled out the dagger from Korla's body, shook the blood off the dagger, his eyes were cold and frightening.

He didn't forget his business, so he immediately searched around in Korla's wooden house.

He found a bag of Spanish silver coins from Korla, which was quite heavy.

Zhu Hongyu took a look and found that they were all Spanish silver dollars with full silver content.

On the table are Korla's steel knives, muskets, gunpowder cans and other weapons, as well as a bottle of rum, and a highly recognizable brass badge.

Zhu Hongyu glanced at the musket, and there was still a matchlock in the gun lock.

It is clear in my heart, it seems that the Spanish muskets are still at the stage of matchlock guns!

He poured out the gunpowder in the gunpowder tank and looked at it. It was granulated gunpowder, but the quality was not very good. The gunpowder particles were of different sizes and colors.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Hongyu found a small bag of dried meat from the window sill of the wooden house.

Zhu Hongyu didn't stay long, took what he wanted and left.

He took the jerky and the bottle of rum with him.

Sprinkled the gunpowder in the gunpowder can on Korla's body, piled up some combustible materials such as cloth, and used the match rope as a time-delay fuze.

When the match was burnt out, the gunpowder on Korla's body would be ignited.

Before leaving, Zhu Hongyu thought for a while, then turned around and took the highly recognizable brass badge.

Then he lit the match, turned and left Korla's wooden house.

(End of this chapter)