American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 141 Chapter 141 Hello, Pirate

Damn, there are still such ancient ships.

Pirates, galleons, so this time Pirates of the Caribbean.

Ron squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

Then, turning to Grace, "Can you sail?"

"of course not!"

"Then do you know how to surrender at sea?"

Grace looked at Ron in surprise, why did he surrender?Don't you want to struggle?

Then the white flag was hoisted.

Soon a group of tattered pirates approached.

Their skin is dark and rough, like old tree bark, with dead skin that cracks and curls, and their hair is greasy, as if they haven't bathed for a long time.

There are no pirates whose clothes are clean, most of them are filthy, and they still emit an unpleasant stench.

Sure enough, any unrestrained pirate is a lie.

All Ron saw was a bunch of dirty pirates.

The leader is a one-eyed dragon with one eye covered by a black eyepatch, a black three-cornered hat, a pistol and a long sword hanging from his belt.

Ron looked at each other, and the other looked at Ron.

As for the group of minions, they were clamoring wildly and cheering constantly, all excited about robbing such a sailboat.

With the "creak" sound from the hull, the pirate ship kept approaching, and Grace and several of her servants became nervous.

Grace quietly squeezed Ron's arm tightly.

"What?" Grace asked softly.

Grace did not expect that such a situation would appear in the originally foolproof transaction, let alone that a group of pirates would appear.

"Don't worry, I am familiar with the Pirate Code. As long as we surrender, they will never hurt us. Believe me, the Pirate Code is useful."

Ron patted Grace's shoulder lightly, and gave Grace a reassuring look.

The fat butler next to Grace looked at Ron in disbelief.

He didn't even know if Ron was stupid or naive.

If the pirate code is really useful, he would dare to eat the code directly.

At this moment, a wooden plank came over, Cyclops stepped on the wooden plank, and led several men over.

Ten pirates boarded Ron's ship and surrounded Ron and the others in a circle.

Ron raised his neck and said proudly, "According to the Pirate Code, I claim Paley's rights!"

The one-eyed pirate couldn't look away when he saw Grace. His cloudy eyes were full of greed. Compared with the pirates, Grace's thin skin and tender flesh were the best of the best, not to mention her appearance, even those noble ladies didn't Ji Grace is one ten thousandth beautiful.

Cyclops felt an inferiority complex, and then a stronger desire to possess and conquer hit his rationality, making his eyes red, and his breathing uncontrollably a little rough.

He wished he could immediately drag Grace to the cabin to perform Falun Gong on the spot.

"Didn't you hear? I demand Paley's rights!"

Ron frowned at Cyclops.

The one-eyed dragon turned his head and showed a sinister grin, showing his crooked, yellow and black teeth, and his bad breath sprayed on Ron's face.

"Negotiation? Yes, of course, as long as you give her to me. As for you, how about I spare your life and reward you for brushing the deck?"

The pirate with a scar on his face hurriedly said, "Boss, before he cleans the deck, can you let me rob you."

As he spoke, the scar-faced pirate looked at Ron's buttocks.

Ron felt sick for a while.

Immediately, Ron took out his pistol and pointed at the one-eyed dragon who was close at hand, "Don't move!"

The one-eyed dragon was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

Ron stared at the Glock pistol with wide eyes, and saw that the black Glock pistol in his hand had been corroded badly.

Now he finally understood why Grace made old sailing ships and traded revolvers and old-fashioned rifles as weapons.

Grace explained from the side: "The more advanced something is, the stronger it will be corroded by time."

Ron suddenly realized that the mobile phone in his pocket might have become a piece of scrap iron.

"Haha, are you going to laugh at me to death? Now, you don't even have a chance to wash the deck to survive. Haha, it's really ridiculous."

Cyclops laughed and looked at Ron like a fool.

The surrounding pirates also laughed wantonly.

Ron didn't smile, he quickly pulled out the old-fashioned flintlock from Cyclops' belt.

Aiming at the forehead of the one-eyed dragon and pulling the trigger, the black lead bullets shot out.

"Oh!"

Choking white smoke of gunpowder floated from the gun.

A blood hole immediately appeared on Cyclops' forehead.

His eyes widened, his body swayed and fell heavily to the ground.

"Oh!"

With a depressing muffled sound, the wild laughter of the pirates stopped abruptly.

"This is really laughable!" Ron pouted.

Blood flowed down the Cyclops' head, staining the clean deck red.

Grace looked at Ron, as if meeting Ron for the first time.

The Ron she knew was not like that.

Of course, she wasn't disgusted at all, but felt relieved for a while.

In a word, she was conquered by Ron's strength and violence.

Several servants, including the fat butler, felt their knees were a little soft.

The pirates were still a little confused. Before accepting the spoils, the captain died in a daze?
The scarfaced man looked at Ron in disbelief, "You killed Captain Blank?"

Ron turned to look at the scar-faced man, "You are?"

"I'm First Mate Savas."

Ron said loudly: "Okay, I announce the result of the negotiation, that is, you think I am the most wise, powerful, selfless, noble, and most consistent captain in the world, so you are crying and demanding surrender For me, and I reluctantly took you in, and led you to a new peak in the piracy industry."

The pirates around were really dumbfounded now.

The wisest, strongest, most selfless, most virtuous, most consistent captain?

Is it a bit too bragging about your suspicion?
And, we cry and cry and surrender to you.

Are you sure we're not grinning and trying to rob you.

It also leads us to a new peak in the piracy industry.

What peak could the piracy career have?
Isn't it the days when there is today but no tomorrow?
This is a career that can see the grave at a glance, it is unremarkable, and there are no waves!
The Scarface Pirate raised an objection, "That...according to the Pirate Code, the captain is dead, and we need to vote for a new captain."

Ron looked around and nodded appreciatively.

"Vote, fair. I said yes, so I'm running!"

The scar-faced pirate looked at Ron, who felt good about himself, "Well, you are not a crew member of the Whitling, so you are not eligible to run for election..."

"Oh!"

With a gunshot, the scar-faced pirate blinked, and blood flowed from his forehead down the corners of his eyes.

Then he fell headfirst on the deck again.

Suddenly, there was another corpse on the deck.

Ron glanced at the scarred-faced pirate who was dying with regret, "Now, believe me and I'm qualified?"

"Who's the second officer?" Ron looked around at the pirates.

All the pirates looked at the opposite pirate ship, a guy with too dark skin, this is a black man.

It's not easy for a black man to be a second officer these days.

Because black people are goods, it is very difficult for goods to become people, even among pirate groups who do not speak of seniority.

"very good!"

Ron waved at a pirate who was blocking his way.

(End of this chapter)