Fortunately, Santiago is a man with a sense of justice, with many excellent qualities, and the most valuable thing is that he is very loyal to Zheng Fei.

However, he has one of his most fatal flaws -

Well, it's not that it's too easy to trust others, at the tavern at the Atlanta pier, Zheng Fei just drew him a big cake and helped him imagine the future, so he stuffed the whole glass of spirits without hesitation and obediently followed Zheng Fei to do things.

People with simple minds are too easily deceived.

Therefore, in case someone with sinister motives wants to take advantage of him, it is very simple

The sky was getting dark, and in the blink of an eye, night had quietly fallen, and under the gray night sky, ten large frigates, in a line formation, rushed towards their prey at maximum speed.

Brad lay in a rocking chair on the deck, leisurely watching the moon bend in the bend, and Zheng Fei was doing the same thing - drinking.

It's just that he drank it with his mouth, and Zheng Fei drank it with his wound.

In the afternoon explosion, Zheng Fei's arm was cut by the flying rubble, at this time, he was carrying a wine jug, sprinkling a few drops on the wound every once in a while, using this short stimulation to keep his mind awake at all times, and alcohol can disinfect.

Distance, less than two nautical miles.

The dark clouds covered the moon and the stars, so that the already dark sea could not be seen.

In the infinite darkness, it is inevitable to panic, and only the sound of the oars lapping against the sea can make people find some solace in this panic.

Before, by the faint light cast by the moon, the huge Italian battleship could be vaguely recognized, but now, not even a shadow could be felt, and only by feeling forward.

There is not a glimmer of light on the surface of the sea, and it is estimated that even if the target is close at hand, it may not be visible.

Zheng Fei climbed down from the watchtower cautiously, and the hot air balloon was withdrawn just after dark, and the sight was frozen, and the fire was baked in the cabin.

Standing on the side of the ship, listening to the waves lapping against the hull, Zheng Fei's eyes widened and he tried to see anything other than black, but he never got his wish.

Now I feel that it is time to find a way to get a searchlight, otherwise in this weather, you will not be able to see the sea route at all.

Knocking footsteps, someone is running this way, but I don't know who it is.

"Captain, why don't you light the lights to prevent passing fishing boats from colliding. It was Hans's voice.

This proposal made Zheng Fei very entangled.

That would have exposed Brad, and the old fox would have immediately adjusted his course and stayed away, with the point that he didn't know where he was going.

But it's a real hassle to hit a ship.

He took a breath and lowered his head to ponder it, wondering if there was a better way.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared particularly dazzling in this boundless darkness.

In the distance, about a nautical mile, countless oil lamps lit up almost simultaneously, and their light illuminated the silhouette of the Italian battleship.

It is a special oil lamp for ocean-going ships, which is relatively large, and is placed in various parts of the hull, and is connected by hemp rope dipped in oil, and only one of them needs to be lit to quickly drive them all.

On the dark sea, they produce a bright light that can be clearly recognized by people from several nautical miles away, which effectively reduces the risk of collision with the ship.

Brad was also afraid of being hit, and he never imagined that less than a nautical mile away from him, a huge convoy was approaching, and hundreds of shipborne guns were eyeing him.

"Ho!" the sailors craned their necks and sighed in unison, their faces filled with genuine joy, not because they had finally found Brad, but because they had finally found light.

"And God said, Let there be light, and there was light. Some sailors muttered Bibles and smiled.

Zheng Fei stood in the middle of the deck and said, "Young men, target, light! Full speed ahead!"

Led by the flagship, the large frigate adjusted its course, lined up in a goose formation to ride the wind and waves, and sailed towards the Italian battleship, which had no combat effectiveness.

Brad was still lying in the rocking chair on the deck, squinting and napping, the gray sky did not make him feel the slightest discomfort, for he was used to the darkness and loneliness, and he did not feel it wherever he was placed.

He reminisced about some of the past, before he embarked on the path of a killer, when he was a teenager, in the castle manor of England, he tried his swordsmanship with those noble children, went on outings with girls, and so on.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and the once glorious self has become a terrifying palace-level killer.

It can be said that half of Europe's killer industry was driven by him Brad, and the group of retired soldiers or prisoners who had just been released from prison, heard his story, were attracted by the lucrative remuneration, and rushed to this line of work without hesitation, embarking on the road of no return.

Later, many of them discovered that this business was not as simple as the legend suggests, and not everyone could become Brad.

Brad always managed to complete the task smoothly, and then calmly retreated, and they died a terrible death

In the rocking chair, Brad hung his arms and held the open flask in his hand, and the liquor splashed down the spout and onto the deck with a crisp sound.

"Sir, the lights are all lit!" the respectful tone came from a young man who was less than twenty years old, and the light reflected in his dim pupils, showing his immaturity even more.

No matter how despicable a person is, there will always be someone to admire, just as no matter how noble a person is, there will always be someone to insult him.

As the godfather of killers, Brad has many followers, and although he is used to being alone, he still needs helpers, so he will pick out some of these followers that are more pleasing to follow him.

The teenager, who had been discovered a few years earlier in France, was an orphan whose father had died at the hands of a local rich man, which made Brad find empathy in him.

"Oh. Brad leaned down, shook the flask that had run dry, threw it to him, and said, "Fill it up." ”

The young man held the flask and ran away obediently.

"Hey!" Brad called again.

"Huh?"

"You drink some yourself, it's cold at night, drink to warm up. Brad said in a flat tone, telling him with a numb expression: You are just my little henchman, I don't care about you.

But even so, the boy nodded excitedly, turned around and ran into the cabin.

[There are a lot of things today, only three more (;′⌒')

In the new week, I still want to ask for recommended votes, although it is not very useful to be on the list at present, but I have a strange little habit, that is, to see the growth of votes, and the motivation for writing will also increase greatly! \(≧▽≦)/ )