The young man was so delighted that he even hummed a little tune, opened a bottle of good sherry, and skillfully poured it into the jug.

Brad glanced at him, then lowered his eyebrows again, and his fingers intermittently tapped on the armrest of the rocking chair, showing the demeanor of a killer, indifferent and ruthless.

The large oil lamps placed all over the hull danced dimly and reflected on Brad's face, making the scar even more hideous.

The light stretched his shadow across the deck into the sea.

On this huge Italian warship, the cold winter sea breeze was blowing, and he was a little sleepy, and he took a nap, probably because he had drunk too much.

The boy poured the wine, held the flask, walked slowly on tiptoe cautiously, heard his faint snoring, hesitated, but finally did not wake him up, put the flask on the side of the chair, and left silently.

During the day, the fisherman, the guy who threw the bomb fish, came out of the cabin, and his eyes were bloodshot from alcoholism, and he was drunkenly leaning on the door frame and vomiting.

When the boy passed by, he also slapped the boy's buttocks, probably taking him for a dancer in the bar.

"Brad, who's Brad?!" he cried out in a daze, throwing the jug on the ground, pointing to the gray night sky, "He's a selfish devil! No matter how hard you try, you won't get it from him!"

This vent made Brad's eyes open suddenly, his fingers trembled, and a trace of murder flashed in his eyes.

Then, his hand reached for the short-barreled musket at his waist and pulled it out.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a whooshing sound, and it seemed that something had hit the deck in the darkness, and the sound was very special.

Out of professional habits, Brad's vigilance has always been extremely high, he quickly jumped up, held a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right, and quietly moved towards the source of the sound with his waist bent, which was twenty meters away.

Behind him, the drunk man was still screaming and venting, spitting out unclean insults, but Brad didn't have time to talk to him, and took a closer look ahead by the flickering lights.

The empty deck was empty, and there was nothing except the small fish that were slapped by the waves during the day.

So, what was the sound just now?

He couldn't help but clench the hilt of his knife, and an inexplicable sense of panic rose in his heart, an emotion that was rare in him.

He wasn't very afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would die in no apparent terms, just like the people he killed.

Cold sweat, oozing on his forehead, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Suddenly, he struck a nerve and discovered an anomaly.

A hook, so small that it was imperceptible, hooked to the guardrail.

The hook is one of his most frequent tools, second only to knives and muskets, and is used to climb castles, set traps, etc.

At this moment, a hook appeared on the deck, and he knew exactly what it meant.

However, he smiled, and knowing where the enemy was, he was not the slightest bit frightened.

Listening with your ears up, you can hear the faint movement, someone is climbing towards the boat, judging by the rhythm of climbing, he is a veteran.

Brad dodged into the cab and glanced back at the yelling drunk, the corners of his mouth curled up, just in time for the hapless man to draw attention.

He adjusted his breathing, staring at the hook for a moment, waiting for the enemy to show his head.

The weapon in his hand was no longer a musket, but a well-made arrow crossbow, which had been left in the wheelhouse, and was his treasure, which had been retrieved from West Asia a few years earlier.

The crossbow, silent and powerful, is no exaggeration to say that it is better to use than a musket, the disadvantage is that it is not very convenient to carry.

Enemy, outcropped.

In the dark, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but judging by the silhouette, he was a thin man.

The thin man quickly climbed onto the deck, half-crouched on the ground, and cautiously looked at it for a long time, and when he made sure that he had not been discovered, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw the drunk man a few dozen meters away, throwing his arms around and shouting at the sky, like a madman.

He laughed, he thought that there would be many people on this big ship, but there was only one, could it be that everyone else was sleeping?

Frowning, he decided to reconnoiter and reconnoiter first, and he couldn't rashly notify the large army to move, maybe there would be an ambush, and after a moment's hesitation, he bent down and slowly groped his way along the side of the ship.

That's right, he wasn't a scout sent by Zheng Fei.

Sending people on the ship to reconnoitre, this is not Zheng Fei's style, Zheng Fei's style is to cover Brad with overwhelming shells, and kill him cleanly without any further effort!

This scout with thin arms and legs, from a third party.

Brad in the cab, holding his breath and staring quietly at the enemy a few meters away, the bastard thief moved forward step by step in the dim light of the oil lamp.

He raised his crossbow and loaded it with a piercing arrow, and held it up with his hand, aiming it at the throat of his enemy.

Only by smashing his throat can he not let out a scream, this is the experience he has already summed up.

Aim, fire!

"Bang!"

The explosion suddenly started, but Brad was stunned, because it was not his own shot, but the gunshot.

Look again, the bastard drunkard at the door of the cabin is holding a musket to the sky to vent his pent-up emotions.

Alerted by this, the scout was immediately alert to the danger, and in Brad's stunned effort, he turned over the side of the ship and jumped into the sea.

There was a plop and the waves splashed.

Brad slammed the table in anger, and the crossbow was aimed at the drunkard, and he was about to pull the trigger, but he heard a series of short, continuous gunshots coming from the sea.

Immediately after, there was a howling shout.

"Surrender, you can't run!"

"Haha, hand over the money and the woman, and I'll feed you to a cute shark!"

In addition to the crazy shouts, there were even people who sang: "With a wine bottle in his left hand and a treasure in his right hand, he runs around to survive and toils to live!"

Obviously, they are pirates, and there are at least a hundred of them, which is simply a pack of wolves.

Brad raised his eyebrows in astonishment, as the godfather of the killer, he was robbed by pirates?

He gasped and shot the drunkard decisively.

At this moment, alarmed by the sound of gunfire, several other followers also ran out of the cabin, and hurriedly lay on the side of the ship, looking out into the dark sea.

"Don't panic, move the explosives!" Brad shouted, his face sinking.

There were only two crates of explosives left, which was not enough to deal with the pirates, but enough for them to drink.

He had never been in such a situation, he had been a hunter hiding in the shadows, but now he had become a prey, and he knew that he was probably going to die in the Adriatic.

However, he will never sit still, and will jump into the sea as a last resort, and may be able to fight for a chance to survive.

When the gunshots rang out, Zheng Fei's fleet had already reached a position of no more than half a nautical mile, and only needed to advance a little further to be within the range of the ship's artillery.

The dense sound of gunfire, like thunder in the dark night, made the sailors who rolled up their sleeves and prepared to do a big job mutter. (To be continued.) )