Wang Xiang held his head in his hands, and the fear on his face was just right.

"Bang~"

The black jackal slowed down, and the pirate escorting him smashed the butt of his rifle on his back.

Caught off guard, the black jackal fell to the deck in one fell swoop.

Holding the deck with both hands, the black jackal's snort gradually thickened, and the hands that were close to the deck slowly condensed into fists.

The thick green tendons bulged little by little.

Eyes cracked over the black head.

first glanced at Wang Xiang, who was holding his head, and found that Wang Xiang was looking at him at the moment, and shook his head slightly.

The black jackal laughed for a moment, then stood up as if he didn't care, shook his aching shoulders, and put his head in his hands again under the pirate's fierce gaze and the close muzzle of the gun.

The lowered head glanced at Wang Xiang, and paid special attention to the sneer that suddenly appeared on the corner of Wang Xiang's mouth.

Pirates off the coast of Peru are notoriously strong.

Although it is not as crazy as the Somali pirates, the power is not far behind.

Wang Xiang is also quite interested in these guys who habitually rob transport ships.

The pirates of Nanzhou are adjacent to Emperor M, but they rarely rob Emperor M's merchant ships.

In addition to the fact that Emperor M's navy is the world's most powerful army, there is also a reason why the two sides are relatively close.

As a group of people who eat rice on the tip of a knife, judging the situation is also a kind of survival ability.

Wang Xiang turned his head to look at the Mexican flag hoisted in mid-air on the freighter, and then glanced at the pirates around him.

"Go over and squat down!" said the black pirate who was escorting He Lingfeng unceremoniously.

He Lingfeng glanced at the deck.

The shadow of the spear-wielding pirate behind him was stretched by the sunlight overhead.

Picking a position on the periphery of a group of crew members who were guarded, He Lingfeng took a few more steps and took the lead in obediently squatting.

Wang Xiang and others followed.

A few people moved slightly, and their bodies were close to each other's bodies.

Wang Xiang, who was squatting down, seemed to be very scared, his body trembled very obviously, and his elbows seemed to be unintentionally touching the body of the black jackal.

After a few touches, there was a pause, and then a few touches and a pause......

This was repeated for almost three minutes.

When Wang Xiang stopped touching, the black jackal moved his steps slightly, bringing himself closer to He Lingfeng.

But Wang Xiang moved back a little closer to the old cat.

The old trick is repeated on the old cat's body.

The movements on the black jackal's side are almost the same.

He Lingfeng and Lao Mao are very aware of this.

As a special soldier, for the convenience of movement, I still have learned the Morse code.

Wang Xiang's meaning is very clear, that is, let them bear with it for a while.

Wang Xiang and the others were secretly communicating with each other using Morse code under the surveillance of a group of pirates.

And as time went by, there were more and more people on the deck holding their heads and squatting their heads.

After another half hour or so, the pirates had fewer and fewer escorts to the deck.

Wang Xiang took advantage of the fact that the pirates didn't pay too much attention to him, and secretly glanced at the people on the deck who were being controlled.

Then I compared it with the number of people I had touched on the ship, and I guessed that the crew had already gathered.

Just as Wang Xiang's thoughts were flowing, there was a commotion on the edge of the boat.

Wang Xiang and a kind of "captive" invariably aroused curiosity.

I saw that at the cable net lowered along the edge of the boat, several tall and strong middle-aged men with darker skin climbed up.

Two distinctly good-looking pirates approached, and one of them, the one in brown and red coats, threw the old AK behind his back, and then muttered to a middle-aged black man who had just come aboard the ship wearing a few gold rings and black sunglasses.

It is a language that Wang Xiang does not know at all and has never attached.

Wang Xiang guessed that this should be a dialect.

When the pirate in the brown-and-red coat finished speaking, the middle-aged black man with several gold rings directly opened his mouth, revealing a pair of fairly white teeth, and laughed.

After laughing loudly, he looked at Wang Xiang.

Before the middle-aged black man looked at him, Wang Xiang lowered his head in amusement and pretended not to pay attention.

Based on the current situation, Wang Xiang only analyzed that the other party was the leader of the pirates, but because he did not understand the other party's language, Wang Xiang did not know what position this middle-aged black man was in the pirate team.

However, there is no doubt that the other party is the leader of the pirate team who is not badly positioned.

The local tyrant brother wearing a gold ring lifted his somewhat loose pants, then put his right hand on the revolver at his waist, and walked straight towards the "captive group" with big strides.

The pirates along the road moved on both sides, leaving a fairly wide passageway.

Approaching, the middle-aged black tycoon first looked down condescendingly.

Originally, he just wanted to appreciate his booty, but he found something interesting in this unintentional little action.

A bright light flashed in the eyes of the black tycoon brother behind his sunglasses, but it was quickly hidden.

With a wave of his right hand, he beckoned the little pirate leader in brown and red coat a few steps away from him to him, and then whispered a few words in the ear of the little pirate leader.

The pirate leader's expression was startled at first, and his hand holding the gun belt tightened unconsciously.

But after a while, the black tycoon seemed to hear something again, and his expression relaxed.

Immediately afterwards, as the black tycoon kept whispering, the little pirate leader only kept nodding slightly.

Wang Xiang, who was squatting honestly in the crowd, twisted his head slightly, and his ears kept shaking slightly without others noticing.

If you don't stare at it, you don't necessarily think you're looking at it wrong.

At the beginning, when the black tyrant brother got on the boat, Wang Xiang didn't care too much.

But when the other party approached and glanced at their "captives", the gaze that suddenly stared at him suddenly aroused his vigilance.

Wang Xiang knew that he didn't know the other party, but the gaze of the other party staring at him made Wang Xiang, who had keen senses, suddenly have an intuition that the other party knew him.

Therefore, when the black tyrant recruited a small pirate leader, Wang Xiang couldn't help but prick up his ears, planning to use his super ear power to steal some information.

And the result!

It's sad!

Wang Xiang heard all the whispers of the black tyrant brother in his ears.

But Wang Xiang forgot one thing.

The language they spoke was similar to a foreign dialect, but Wang Xiang didn't understand it at all.

After listening for a while, Wang Xiang, who found that he had done useless work, directly gave up the idea of listening to the other party's whispers later.

The elbow lightly touched the black jackal and the old cat, and the black jackal who was warned also warned He Lingfeng next to him.