The musket, the most deterrent individual weapon of the Middle Ages.

Once in the Americas, it was inevitable to deal with the indigenous people in order to mine gold for wealth, and then negotiations were necessary, and the best way to negotiate was to use force.

Zheng Fei is not a completely evil person, but he is not a kind coward, and in his eyes interests are paramount! Just as Churchill said, there are no permanent friends, only eternal interests, this sentence may be a little unpleasant, but it is very true.

Muskets are not considered contraband in the port of Barcelona and are sold in several shops.

At this time, Spain's maritime industry was thriving, with several large ports, and countless small and medium-sized ports, as if it were a seafaring empire.

In the bustling streets, let's put it this way, pick up a rock and throw it casually, and there is a 50% chance that it will hit someone who has something to do with sailing.

Zheng Fei and Santiago were shopping, and by the way, they looked for a shop that sold muskets, and they went around a corner and saw several guys in nautical suits approaching, among them was a very annoying face, Claude, who went to sea a day later than Zheng Fei, and arrived the same day without being delayed by pirates and sperm whales.

You can meet the plague god anywhere, Zheng Fei thought so and bit his lip.

Claude, who was dancing with his eyebrows, suddenly saw Zheng Fei, was stunned for a moment, and then said hatefully: "I thought you were dead." ”

"There's probably only one person in the world who can kill me, Zeus. ”

"Hmph, what a coincidence, my nickname is the son of Zeus, it seems that you will not live long. ”

Zheng Fei smiled slyly and replied, "I am Zeus, and only I can kill myself." ”

Claude's face gradually turned the color of pig liver, and he held his breath and said, "Let's see, see who can get Teresa first!"

Hearing this, Zheng Fei's eyes suddenly changed and became full of anger.

You can joke with Lao Tzu, but you can't take Lao Tzu's woman!

He glanced at the other navigators beside Claude, then stared into Claude's eyes and asked, "Why didn't your sailors follow you?"

"Just kidding, my sailors are all diehards!" Claude sneered and bragged, triumphant.

"Oh~" Zheng Fei accosted, then patted Santiago's shoulder, deliberately amplified the volume and said: "Strong man, flatten him!"

Santiago couldn't hold it anymore, and when he got the order, he stepped forward and quickly jammed Claude's neck, and before the guy could react, he pressed him to the ground and held him down.

Claude struggled desperately, trying his best to break his big palm, but the difference in strength was too great to shake it, so he had to kick his legs a few times.

An unknown navigator tried to save him, and punched Santiago in the side of the face, but to no avail, Santiago looked up at him with a look of surprise, as if admiring his courage, and then grabbed his arm and pulled him hard, knocking him to the ground.

Zheng Fei couldn't help laughing, laughing heartily, this scene was like a crazy child.

"Strong man, let him see some blood!" he said evilly.

Santiago punched him down, and Claude's nostrils burst out of a hot red liquid, and he stared blankly at the blue sky, allowing his nose to bleed slowly into his mouth.

The surroundings gradually gathered with passers-by, pointing at them and whispering, Zheng Fei unhurriedly took out two silver coins, dropped a sentence to see a doctor, and took Santiago away.

When they were far away, several of Claude's seafaring friends hurriedly helped him up and said with concern, "How are you, man?"

"Don't pretend! this is the end of our relationship!" he wiped away his nosebleed and angrily walked through the crowd of onlookers, wolf bèi fleeing.

After getting Claude, Zheng Fei was already in a good mood, whistling through the streets of the port of Barcelona, glancing at the sexy belly dancer from time to time.

I don't understand, why do European and American women have such good curves? Coupled with charming and sultry electric eyes, it makes him hot and dry, let alone Santiago.

He was looking forward to meeting the beauty of the exchange in the evening, and he didn't know what kind of surprises there would be.

After a day of wandering, he found a gun shop and ordered 200 muskets and 100,000 rounds of ammunition, and waited for the ambergris to be sold and paid.

It's already dark after dealing with this, and it's the busiest time in the city of Barcelona, oh no, it's the busiest time for bad guys.

There are more than a dozen bars in the city, and each bar has a lot of belly dancers, who are good at **, they will walk on stage like Weixi and use their dancing to seduce the crazy men in the audience.

After getting Zheng Fei's acquiescence, Santiago took the sailors to the bar, and Zheng Fei went straight to the back street of the exchange and walked into the only hotel on the street.

There is a big red lantern hanging on the lintel of the hotel, perhaps from China, and the ambiguous red light tells people that this is a different kind of hotel.

Zheng Fei walked in the door, only to see the reception beauty behind the counter smiled and said, "Hi~ new guest, come and register!"

"Registration?" he walked over suspiciously, glancing at the wooden board with the names of Anissa Aurora and others, and asked, "This kind of place still needs to be registered?"

"Huh, you don't know what this place is, handsome yellow-skinned man. She blinked slightly, a little teasingly.

Only then did Zheng Fei notice that her slender thighs were wrapped in a layer of black mesh stockings!

Noticing that he was staring at his most proud part, she smiled and explained, "It's a fishnet, and I think it's sexier to wear this." ”

Zheng Fei was just about to praise her for a few words, when he heard the sound of going downstairs behind him, followed by a charming female voice: "I thought you weren't coming!"

It's an exchange beauty, her name is Becky, and it reads like bit.ch in English, meaning prostitute.

He turned around and said with a smile: "How can you not come if you have a advantage." ”

"Hmph, the tone is not small, go upstairs and let me see your kung fu~"

It was a place to play with a hotel sign, similar to today's high-class clubs, used to entertain the upper class.

The women here are not prostitutes, most of them are mature beauties who are open-minded and full of style, and they need to relax after being busy and depressed all day, just like the men.

Normally, the guests who come to play have to register at the front desk first, and then go upstairs into the hall, all the guests waiting to be matched are inside, the man tastes the red wine table xiàn cultivation, the woman scratches her head and gestures to show her charm, the two sides look at each other and hold hands to enter the room in the hall, and pay the room fee for drinks and snacks.

At this time, Betsy took Zheng Fei's arm and pushed open the golden hall door.

The fragrant scene in the hall immediately attracted Zheng Fei's attention, and gradually, his gaze became hot.