The hatch creaked open from the inside, and only halfway it was discreetly pulled open, half-concealing the bright lights and sumptuous ornaments of the cabin, and, of course, the pale, frightened face of little Marat.

"Uncle...... Uncle? ”

Old Marat's face has been drawing a yin line today, breaking through the ugly bottom again and again, which will reach the point of making people run out of words.

Uncle Mo Ruo, a nephew.

He knew so much about Marat's mind and taste that even if he glanced at it inexplicably, he could see that the unseemly cabin was completely decorated according to Marat's taste.

The thick hand-woven carpet, the table, the clock, all of them reveal a well-maintained "oldness" that is indistinguishable from Marat's private study in the Port Authority's villa.

There are even bullet holes in the backrest of that single sofa!

Old Mara clearly remembers that on his 23rd birthday, he asked a craftsman to create an identical sofa for Mara as a gift, and Mara regarded it as a treasure.

A few days ago, Mara wrote to him that the back of the sofa had been shot by a hunter in the distance, and even the bullet hole had been copied to this cabin as it was!

How meticulous that must be!

By this time, Marat had finally been convinced that he had completely sorted out his current situation.

Second Lieutenant Lopez was obviously innocent, no kidnapper would go to great lengths to build such an ornate cell, and the money and time required to customize the furniture alone was a burden that Lopez could not bear.

This means that everything Lopez says is true.

Little Marat, who was greedy for life and feared death, had set up a shelter for himself years in advance, and acted in such secrecy that he had not even heard of him, an uncle.

Of course, Marat may have rarely used this shelter before, but the recent attacks have kept Marat around his neck for a long time, until last night when the pirates attacked and Marat finally collapsed.

He hid himself. Neither the visit of his uncle nor the slander of his important officers could convince him to get out of this seemingly safe place of self-imprisonment.

Despicable! Impotent!

But......

Old Marat sighed deeply in his heart.

The Mara family is not prosperous, and the three brothers of their generation are all in the army, politics and business, but the descendants who really live to adulthood are only the only seedlings of the little Mara.

Sooner or later, he will need to inherit the title of the family, and he will also need him to support the three brothers in their old age.

With such an irreplaceable position, no matter how incompetent he is, what can he do?

Thinking of this, old Mara was excited.

He looked at the little Mara angrily: "You have been hiding yourself here? ”

"Uh...... Right? ”

"Since when?"

"Despicable Torre...... By the way, Torrecia contacted the pirates to attack San Carlos. Colonel Oviere was assassinated, and I escaped to the boat, where I have been hiding. ”

Mara spoke his lines in a stick-reading tone, and because he was not well prepared, he had to stumble from time to time.

In the eyes of old Mara, these unconventions have become a manifestation of his nephew's mud that cannot support the wall, and he hates and scolds iron.

"Last night your ship was attacked by a large number of pirates, and your men fought bloodily, you hid here?"

"My ship was attacked by pirates?" Marat asked in surprise, and immediately seemed to remember something, and glanced at Lorraine with a weak heart, "Ruhl, you didn't tell me?" ”

"Ruhl?" Old Marat was stunned for a moment.

Lorraine rolled her eyes and blatantly expressed her displeasure: "Mr. Captain, I'm Lopez, not the damn Ruhl who only knows flattery, even if we look alike!" If one day you can not call my name wrong, I will be very, very grateful. ”

Old Mara looked at Marat in disbelief: "You don't even remember the name of your second mate?" ”

"Uh...... Right? "Marat's forehead is oozing with sweat, and his eyes are dodgy," Lu ...... Lopez, we were attacked last night? ”

"Yes, and the rudder was broken, as I told you when you drank the second bottle of brandy."

"You reported? No, we even broke the rudder? ”

"We've been rescued by the Prosperity, sir. It's just that most of the people on board died, poor Ruhl, even the corpses were fed to the sharks. ”

Lorraine replied fluently, Marat was ignorant and stupid, and the conversation between the two drew a picture of a bloody battle in Marat's heart, and he couldn't help but suspect that the San Carlos might not be without combat power, and when their commander lost contact, they behaved braver and more fearless than any ship Marat had ever commanded.

This realization embarrassed old Marat.

He gritted his teeth and let out a low roar from deep in his throat: "Enough, come out with me!" ”

"Uh......" Marat's wandering eyes hesitated again.

Old Mara jumped with green tendons: "Why, even if you see me, you don't want to get out of it?" ”

"No, uncle, the ......"

"Sir!" Lorraine suddenly interjected, "Business matters, I'll have Miss Siros take care of you." ”

"West...... Siros? Miss? ”

Looking at Xiao Mara's concealed expression, Old Mara finally decided to completely abandon cultivation, completely, and leave nothing behind!

"You fled with a woman! Ignoring the bravery of his subordinates, disrespecting and disrespecting Shangguan's visit, he just wants to accompany a woman! Unfilial son! ”

He lifted his foot and kicked the hatch open, and Lorraine ducked to the side without a trace.

Seeing that he was about to enter the cabin with his feet raised, Governor Hawthorne, who had been watching from the wall from beginning to end, suddenly said: "Lahr, bring five men with you to protect the Admiral." ”

One of the many gunmen should have taken five people to protect the old Mara Tuantuan, who was completely out of control, and walked into the cabin one by one.

A strange musty smell lingers.

Old Mara frowned and searched in the cabin, but he didn't see any women at all, but on both sides of the hatch, there were three men hidden on the left and right walls less than half a meter away from Mara.

A bearded man with a serrated black blade in his hand, an Indian with one arm hanging and a large axe on his shoulder, and a burly man like a white bear, with a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, the sharp blade of which shone with a cold light.

Ral, who was guarding the shores, was the most responsive of the all.

His complexion changed greatly, and he raised his hand and raised his gun: "Protect ......"

Blackbeard moves!

Raising his legs, he took a step, his fat body slid and spun in circles, lightly slashed the black blade, and slashed at Ral's waist with all his strength.

Lal wasn't even cut in half.

He was slashed with a large knife, but as if he had been slammed with a heavy hammer, his whole body was folded in half and flew out, and he slammed into the wall of the cabin with a thud.

"Welcome to the Birdcage, Honorable Lord!"

The hatch closes with a click!

Old Mara looked at Mara in amazement: "Francisco, this is ......"

Little Marat laughed miserably: "I thought you could see my warning, uncle, you really have to ......"