On the Abyss, Trist was already quietly in place.

After the initial dizziness, he stood on the high mast of the Abyss, and the fog that covered the hull of the ship would not be noticed by the people on deck for a while.

The only way Trist could think of to get out of the Abyss was to burn her sails and hijack a sea hunting ship to escape when she couldn't set sail.

But even such sails carry a great risk, and if the Abyss fires, all calculations will come to naught.

Whether they survive the shelling or not is another matter, and even if they do, they will be taken prisoner and punished even more horribly for resisting.

However, as a person favored by Lady Luck, Trist believes that he has always had that luck and has always been able to escape.

Seeing that everything was ready, Trist pulled out a red card and rubbed it up and down in his coat until it shone slightly.

……

Halfway through Graves' cigar, the red card in front of him was printed with a sword burning in flames.

This is the meaning that Trist is already in place.

"It's time to do it." Graves clicked the bullet into his load, then put away the red cards and hid in a bucket of fresh water.

As soon as Graves' muscular body was stuffed in, a lot of water suddenly overflowed.

The water was cold, but it saved lives, and the fate of being wrapped in a tarp was put aside by him.

Taking a final puff on his cigar, Graves tossed the simmering cigarette butt behind him and slipped into the bucket.

The cigarette butt flew in an arc in the air and fell into a barrel with an open lid.

The air suddenly became scorched, and blue flames rose from the liquid surface, scorching the other sealed barrels.

"Boys, taste the rum bombs!"

The wine-stained barrel caught fire in a flash, and the blue flame of death quickly spread through the pile of barrels, intensifying and finally detonating.

bang

A loud bang echoed through the depths of the cabin, and the keel let out an overwhelmed wail.

The explosion first swept through the entire warehouse, and then the air pressure broke through the sealed space, and the door shattered into countless flying shards in an instant, and the raging fire spread along the corridor, destroying all obstacles in the way.

No one expected Graves to make such a crazy move.

The iron hooks that surrounded the door were swept down the hallway by the scorching current, splashes of wood plunging into their defenseless bodies like shotguns, and then relentless fire rolling across their bodies...... With the three combined, the Hook Gang had already killed and injured a large number of people before they even saw Graves.

The Hook Gang members who were a little farther away were also swept away by the current, and they saw the entire corridor burning, and they crawled to their feet, watching in amazement at what had suddenly happened.

Smoke rose from the warehouse, and the cabin rushed out of the cabin along the top of the corridor.

Watching the hot smoke raise the heat of the air again and again, the lame captain of the sea hunting ship was devastated by the blow of huge losses.

Although the explosion occurred in the hull of the ship, Planck on the Abyss not far away still heard the loud and powerful sound.

His face was like the sea when it was calm, and there was no ripple at all.

Those dead cannon fodder were just numbers to him, and he was always thinking about what the Jiang Yang thief duo would do next.

The rum bomb was a trick he had already played, and he knew by the sound that it was only water-mixed alcohol that had been ignited, not more powerful gunpowder. If it is the more powerful latter, then the entire hunting sea will be blown off in an instant, broken in two, and even the deck will be lifted into the sky.

"First mate, show me the gunpowder and barrels on board, and don't give anyone a chance. The others went over and looked for people until they found the two smuggling rats. ”

Planck immediately ordered to strengthen his vigilance, knowing that Trist was a haunting thief who could easily enter and exit heavily guarded places. TV updates the fastest //

What he said was to prevent Trist from learning from Graves on his own ship, and the Abyss could carry a lot of powder kegs, and if it caught fire, the consequences would be even worse.

Trist hid himself in the sea fog and watched the hooks swing their ropes to the burning ship, and secretly praised Graves' old partner for a good job, and the head that had been corrupted by bad wine finally worked.

Now that the explosion had succeeded in attracting the people of the Abyss to the sea hunting ship, seeing that there were fewer people visible to the naked eye on the deck, Trist grabbed the red card under his coat again.

A sorcery flame flashed on the card, and Trist held it between his fingers and played with the card flower, flipping it up and down a few times before a corner of the card burst into flames.

If you just hit a red card, it will cause an explosion and expose the shape, so the safer way is to quietly light the sail and run away.

Trist's heart shuddered at the thought of what he was doing, but his hand was steady, and he reached for the burning card to reach close to the black sails of the Abyss.

At this moment, a sense of crisis suddenly enveloped him, and Trist snuffed out the flames and subconsciously retracted his hand.

A gunshot rang out, and a bullet grazed his fingertip, knocking the sail through a small hole.

Trist narrowed his pupils and looked out onto the deck, where he saw a scarlet figure facing him, a fine large-caliber pistol sticking out of the fog, the muzzle of which was slowly emitting smoke.

It's been discovered! Or was discovered by the deity!

Seeing that the finger was pulling the trigger, Trist moved quickly on the mast, several bullets grazing the corners of his coat in succession.

Trist was lucky not to be shot, but his feet were empty, and the whole person suddenly fell. He hooked the rope in time and didn't fall off the mast, but the hat couldn't hold onto it, and it flipped in the air and landed on the deck.

Oops......

Trist struggled to climb back onto the mast while the rest of the Abyss began to rush to the deck, and some had even picked up the mast and were climbing up quickly.

It would be too late to leave, but Trist hadn't forgotten what he was here for. Graves created such good chances that he couldn't just let them slip through his fingertips.

Trist flipped a few red cards out of his cuff and threw them in a few different directions. In a flicker of red light, the flames of sorcery exploded, igniting the dark sails.

Planck's lackeys climbed up the mast to approach him, and he didn't continue to choose the red card, as the air wave from the close-range explosion would blow him off the deck.

Standing on the edge of the mast, seeing that there was only a flying distance between them, Trist calmly took out a yellow card and threw it out, stopping the eager thug.

The first man froze, and the one behind him was killed.

Then he immediately took out the blue card and performed a trick of changing people.

A frenzied flash of light and shadow flashed away, and Trist disappeared into thin air on the flaming mast.

A card slowly fell, and was trampled on the sole of his foot by a boot.

He looked up, and the fire of the sails reflected in Planck's eyes, red.

"Wow, you two managed to me off." Planck clenched his fists, and his neck was bruised by the exertion.

His roar echoed on the deck: "Come on, pull the daughter of death up for me!" ”

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