Damn, this matter is not over yet, and I will settle accounts with you later. ”

Graves saw that the Hooks were still coming, and knew that now was not the time to quarrel, so he was dragged up by Trist, and then immediately picked up his fate.

"We're going to the sea-hunting ship farthest away from the Abyss, there are other ships in the middle, and the Abyss can't fire can't be fired, and then we'll kidnap the captain and hurry away."

Trist quickly expounded his plan, and suddenly his eyes widened, and Graves noticed a flash of light behind him—a flintlock pistol, and Planck's most active men had arrived.

Graves didn't think about it and immediately pulled the trigger.

Trist also flipped his wrist and threw out the cards, which flew straight to Graves.

The guy was split in two by the scattered buckshot, and behind Graves, another hapless minion was struck by a card and fell down, a knife clattering on the deck.

If Trist had been a second later, it would have been Graves who would have fallen.

Again, the two couldn't help but sigh that the old habit was terrible.

Planck's people are now everywhere. They stood in a circle on the deck, shouting and screaming around the two of them, and they couldn't have won so many.

The two looked at each other, and with just one look, Graves knew that Trist was about to run away again.

"I'll go first, you hurry up and follow."

Trist pulled out a blue card and performed his trick, the frenzied light and shadow flashed, and it only took a few seconds for him to be teleported to his destination. Then they got tangled up with another gang and cleared the field.

Those sailors were his targets, and his purpose was the captain.

"It's easy to say, I'm going to do it." Graves scolded, knowing that he would only be able to settle the final blow if he was there.

These people are noticeably more afraid of large shotguns than they are of fluffy cards.

He was left alone again, and the Hooks gang surrounded him viciously, and Graves hurriedly picked up his fate and climbed up the mast.

Halfway up the road, one of the blind fellows crawled as fast as a monkey and grabbed his feet from below, and he kicked them twice but not the other man, but only kicked the mast with his foot, and caught his fingers in the middle so painful that he had to let go.

Then she picked up her pace, climbed onto the mast, grabbed the rope, wrapped it tightly around her arm a few times, and jumped down the zipline before the guy could come up and hug him again.

Graves made a trajectory over the deck, crossed the sea, and unleashed the rope at the highest point and flew toward the neighboring ship.

He plunged headlong into the sail, which instantly taut and rolled down the canvas and fell heavily on the deck.

To be honest, this landing position is really not pretty, but if you don't leave, you will be left there.

Seeing that Trist hadn't taken the captain hostage, Graves was furious. He lunged at the end of the arrow, the butt of his rifle smashed into the captain's head, knocking off his three-cornered hat.

The captain fell on the deck, and was pointed at his head at gunpoint by Graves yelling, "Get your ship away!" Otherwise, Lao Tzu will shatter your head with one shot! ”

The captain did not dare to disobey Planck's orders, but now that his gun was pointed at his head, he had to succumb to Graves's obscenity and let the sailors on board escape.

At the same time, Trist threw several cards in quick succession, cutting the cable on the mast of the adjacent ship, and several hooks that tried to swing over fell into the sea screaming.

The sails fluttered, and the Hunter gradually distanced itself from the Abyss.

"I finally escaped." Graves gasped heavily: "The sails of the Abyss are all burned, like a tiger without legs, just scary to watch. ”

Through the thick sea fog and the smoke of the hunting ship, you can see that the dark sails of the Abyss have been eaten away by the fire, and only a little black curly scraps remain.

At sea, once the sailboat runs out of sails, it loses power and can only go with the current. In this case, even a small sailboat can leave it behind.

Seeing the former overlord become like this under his own men, Trist also laughed, but he smiled much more restrained than Graves.

But then he saw on the deck of the Abyss, where one of the pirate scoundrels shamelessly put his missing hat on his head.

It's just that compared with the person next to him, this move is already insignificant,

Planck is operating a cannon with his own hands.

An old cannon stopped beside him, and although the cannon was covered with patina, it was still a beauty.

Planck stroked the muzzle of the cannon as if he were teasing his beloved hound.

The Daughter of Death had won a lot of success under him, and he liked the cannon very much, but now that the beauty was old, it was almost time to be buried. But before she was buried, Planck wanted to put her in the limelight one more time.

His familiarity with the Daughter of Death filled him with confidence, and the rough touch of his fingertips made him feel like he was back in his prime. Feeling the sea breeze, he adjusted the muzzle of the gun up slightly, aiming at the ship that Trist was on.

"Isn't it...... Mother Hu is down, Planck is this crazy, there is a boat between us. Did he think that a rusty cannon could pierce two ships at the same time? Graves scratched the wound, sweat running into the bullet holes, painful and itchy.

Trist didn't speak, staring at the cannon in Planck's hand, although he didn't think Planck could hit them, but his hand still subconsciously grabbed a blue card, and the preparation was not right at any time.

The air seemed to freeze, time seemed to slow down, and both stared at Planck's hands.

They felt their hearts beat like the bell on the widow's house announcing the sinking of the ship, and they felt like they were on the workbench of the slaughterhouse, sinking knee-deep into the entrails of the sea beast and still running as hard as they could.

Planck was older than they had imagined, and the wrinkles on his face were deeply inverted, like a strait split by an axe, but the fierceness in his eyes was still terrifying, just like his nickname.

The scourge of the oceans.

He waved his torch and lit the fuse behind the cannon, and the silver flame ignited the oil-soaked velvet paper.

The fuse burned out, and a flaming cannonball erupted in flames, grazing the deck of the smoking sea hunter in the middle, and smashing into the ship at Trist's feet.

"Shit, it's a straddle shot!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole world turned into a deafening explosion, leaving only flames and rolling thunder.

The deck was blown away by an explosion, and a huge fireball rose in the night sky like a rising sun.