For a moment, the fathead fish was stunned, he didn't expect to see such a scene. was originally in the prime of life, and the handsome second mate actually became such a picture at this moment, the whole person is half human and half ghost, like a mythical zombie.

"Kill! Kill me! Seeing that the fathead fish did not react, the second mate suddenly became angry and yelled at the fathead fish.

His mouth was full of sores, and at the same time as the roar, some blood foam suddenly splattered on the bald head of the fathead fish.

Bang!

Green smoke floated up, and the fathead fish fired a shot at the face of the second mate, and the fire snake immediately saw the second mate in front of him.

The wooden side of the ship was shot through a semicircular gap, and the body of the second mate flew backwards before falling to the ground. Most of the ammunition was blocked by the ship's side, but the portion was still enough to lift the second mate's skull.

The faces of the two who fell to the ground were bleeding profusely, and they were about to return to the arms of God. However, at this time, the corners of his mouth pulled up a smile, and his left eye, which was still intact, also showed a look of relief.

The blood dripping from the head of the fathead frightened him, and he trembled at the thought that he might become a second mate, as if death had pinched his neck.

Without any hesitation, the fathead fish turned around and jumped directly into the sea, and then rubbed the blood on his head with all his hands. After the thugs on the boat fished him up, he was still washing his body with seawater.

"Quick, get out of the boat. Tell the people on the shore that the Shiratori is hopeless, and let them prepare the oil barrels! ”

The fathead fish yelled anxiously as he cleaned it. The medium-sized sailing ship gradually distanced itself from the Shiratori, and at that moment, several figures suddenly climbed onto the side of the Shiratori and looked at the fathead fish and the others on the medium-sized sailing ship.

"Help us!"

"It's painful!"

"Help! Help me! ”

"Kill me! Kill me! ”

Dozens of the crew of the Shiratori, all lying on the side of the ship, staring at the people below, roared hoarsely.

They shouted in much the same way, and although they were still alive, their faces were covered with the lumps and spots.

The mafia thugs on the medium-sized sailboat stared blankly at the scene, and the fear of death filled their hearts. The fathead fish also hissed, and his expression became very solemn.

At this time, the people on board seemed to regard the medium-sized sailing ship as a hope of survival, and some people actually tried to flip over the side of the ship and jump onto the Shiratori.

Although they were weakened by the germs, they still had the strength to climb over the side of the ship.

"Stop them! Can't let them come up! Fathead let out a loud cry, he didn't know how this terrible curse was contagious, but he knew that those people must not be allowed on board.

The mafia thugs, all of whom were ruthless, were awakened by the sound of the fat-headed fish, and immediately took out their muskets from their arms and aimed them at the patients who wanted to turn over the side of the ship.

In the face of the muzzle of the black hole, these crew members did not have any fear, on the contrary, they were even more excited, as if they wanted to get rid of the pain through death.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunshots rang out one after another like popping beans, and the ship's side was cut in a semicircle, and the crew members who were hit fell backwards.

However, the medium-sized sailing ship did not have a large crew, and soon faced the threat of insufficient firepower, and the situation was immediately critical. Just then, another medium-sized sailboat on the shore came this way.

It turned out that the people on the shore heard the gunfire of the fathead fish earlier, and when they found that the situation was wrong, they sent someone to check.

This time, instead of a vegetable ship, it was a warship, carrying a dozen thugs and additional loaded muskets. There were also two barrels filled with flammable oil.

The medium-sized sailing ship of the Fathead also distanced itself from the Shiratori, and the crew was still climbing over the side of the ship, but they all eventually fell into the water and swam after the ship.

As soon as the ships arrived, the muskets rang out again, and the crew members who were swimming in the water were shot one after another and sank into the water, and the red blood stained the sea.

Soon all that was left on the Shiratori was the crew that had rudely flipped over the side of the ship, and the fathead immediately ordered the oil drums to be placed, and they first blasted a large hole in the upper side of the ship with their muskets, and then placed the oil drums in it.

After arranging it, the fathead fish ignited the oil without any hesitation, and the tongue of fire instantly rushed into the cabin.

The two sailboats moved back closer to the shore, and the flames gradually engulfed the entire Shiratori. The still-alive crew of the Shiratori let out a terrible wail together, sounding like a symphony of hell. Soon, however, the sound faded into obscurity, and only red flames rose into the sky.

This scene shocked everyone who saw it. Those mafia thugs may not be afraid of death, but they feel that the scene in front of them is even more terrifying.

The fathead fish was even more frightened, and after coming back, he cleaned himself dozens of times with clean water, which slightly eliminated some of his fear.

Rambo immediately frowned after listening to the fathead fish's report. The speed of the disease was also terrifying, and in just three days, all the people on the ship were infected.

He could imagine that if a disease were to occur in a densely populated city like Messina, the speed of the spread would be even more terrifying. Thinking of this, he felt more and more the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders.

When Don Ofarucci heard about this, he did not hesitate to send another batch of men to Rambo, bringing the number of mafia thugs that Rambo could control to 200.

At the same time, he also contributed 10,000 Kild gold coins himself as a sponsorship of Operation Rambo. Apparently the mafia boss has also realized that this is a big matter for the whole of Italy, and no one can stay out of it.

Don even pledged to mobilize his ability to invite people of Sicily status to come here to find out about the situation, and to ask them to fund the same money.

With Don's face, the amount of this second fund must have surprised Rambo.

But these are things on the surface, and in the invisible shadows, Don Ofarucci has begun to arrange the transfer of his family, and some important members have gradually been transferred to the interior of the Italian peninsula.

Although not many people know about this matter, a kind of mountain rain is about to come, and it has gradually enveloped the sky over the whole of Sicily.

Rambo wrote several letters to Eugen about the events of the past few days, but because of the poor communication conditions, it was not until now that the first letter he wrote to Eugen to report to Eugen reached Eugen.

It was an introduction to his cooperation with the Mafia, and Eugen had already learned about it from Margaret's mouth, but he was still very happy to see that Rambo had nothing to hide.

At this point, Eugen finally relented about Rambo's abilities, and he knew that as long as he gave Rambo the necessary information and political support, he could protect himself from the Black Death.