"Aang. Ahh Yes... Woo..."

Douglas's hands and feet were extremely fast, and after a sword hit, the boy pulled out the umbrella sword before Covind had a conditioned reflex due to the pain. Just stood not far away, coldly watching Ke Wende fall to the ground, covering his blinded eyes and struggling and wailing.

Although on the whole, the pirate world that Douglas is now in is full of heroic fantasy, but suddenly encountering a huge damage to his organs, Covind obviously does not belong to the kind of brave man who can pull out his arrows.

On the contrary, it is more appropriate to describe Ke Laohu's usual style with strong external and middle cadres.

With this kind of leader playing a negative and leading role all day long, it is natural to imagine what virtues his subordinates will have.

Douglas didn't even move his hand after this sword, just a cold glance, and the group of hooligans who came to pick quarrels and provoke trouble were immediately frightened away, and four or five people hurriedly lifted Ke Wende and fled.

Seeing this scene, the children of the Cadet Army couldn't help but cheer in unison.

Douglas made a simple arrangement for tomorrow's delivery, and gave everyone a half-day vacation by the joy of repelling foreign enemies, and the fishing grounds of the West End, which had been lively for so long, finally fell silent in the laughter of the boys' army.

On the other side of the coast, after retrieving Covind, there was a sad atmosphere in the scar-faced fish stall.

Ke Wende: "Big... Big cousin, woo, you can, definitely, you must help me avenge! Ouch..."

Douglas's sword was handled in the right depth, only blinding the tiger's eyes, but not hurting his life, after a simple wound treatment, if the wound infection does not occur in the next few days, Covind's life is basically saved.

However, life and death aside, the wound left by the blind still made the tiger inevitably a little slurred when he spoke.

Covand: "TMD, TMD!" That little deflated three turned out to be... Handful... Knocked me blind, big brother... You must..."

"NMB by all means!"

Scarface was calm, holding the fire in his stomach and having nowhere to vent.

Ke Wende is indeed his cousin, but what he did today really made him want to choke this retarded mind to death in the dung pit!

Scarface: "You retarded!" Did Lao Tzu tell you to act secretly at night? Did it tell you not to fight for a long time and fight with that kid? You didn't listen to a word, and now you're being blistered, and you dare to ask me to avenge you!? ”

Scarface pointed at the tiger and squirted wildly, and the foaming star splashed Ke Wende's face, and even the other guys in the fish stall couldn't help but bury their heads down.

This is obviously not a rational approach, and if you are a really ambitious and scheming boss, you shouldn't scold yourself here anyway.

After all, according to the plan, tonight's arson operation is the highlight of the bottom of the kettle, and scolding all his subordinates at this time is undoubtedly consuming their own sharpness from the side.

But if you think about it, if Scarface could really think about it in such detail, I'm afraid that the so-called fire attack plan would not have been implemented at all.

Vision and personality have long determined the upper limit of this fishing boss.

Covand: "But big cousin... Ouch... This thing, this thing can't be counted like this! ”

Scarface: "It's your turn to get these BBs now?" Hurry up to stop the bleeding for Lao Tzu, from now on, no one is allowed to leave his post without permission, and Lao Tzu personally led the team at night, and everyone burned the warehouse of the little deflated three together! ”

"Boss Wise!"

"Nonsense! Otherwise, why the hell am I the boss? ”

Scarface laughed twice, and seemed to have finally stepped out of the shadows of Ke Wende and his party being swept away.

He couldn't help but begin to fantasize about what a desperate expression Douglas's stinky face would show early tomorrow morning when this fire had passed!

…

When it was young, the sky of Crescent Island was finally completely covered in darkness.

At the turn of spring and summer, the southeast wind has brought some heat and heat.

There is no moon tonight.

On the shore of the western part of the slums, a group of men tiptoeing towards the fishermen's busy fishing grounds during the day are rushing in the dark.

At this moment, it is the time when the tide recedes, and the high wooden frame stands on the seashore with various wooden houses, and from a distance it looks like an acrobat on stilts, which is inexplicably a little funny.

However, the sneaky figures did not stay here for long.

They swiftly bypassed the barricads where the fish were dying, stepped on the sparse oyster shells on the shore, and finally made their way around a few inconspicuous old warehouses.

Scarface: "Is the guy ready?" ”

"Don't worry, boss, the brothers have brought fish oil, hay, and lighters!"

"Remember, you must set these rooms on fire inside and out, and you can't leave them behind!" Scarface gave one last word, and then he waved his hand to the people behind him, officially starting the arson.

In the dark, these fishermen, who carried a large amount of firelight, naturally did not dare to light the lamps, and in the humble warehouses with only a few small windows, they fumbled and arranged all kinds of fuels with the techniques of laymen.

This process is extremely slow, because some people with unclean hands and feet, including their boss Scarface, will sneak into their pockets when they touch something of value.

Of course, they didn't dare to take too much, otherwise when the fire was extinguished tomorrow, the stolen goods would become evidence to identify the murderer, and this process of picking and choosing would undoubtedly delay the arson.

Greed blinds these fools.

None of them even noticed that a pair of ice-blue eyes were silently staring at everything on the beams at the top of the warehouse, obscured by the night.

At this time, the boy turned into a seasoned hunter, and even his breath tried not to blow the dust around him.

He sifted through the figures that had entered the storeroom one by one, and it took him a moment to locate Scarface.

As the leader of the group, Scarface was always surrounded by three or four companions at first, but as time went on, the gradual paralysis of vigilance prevented them from caring about the hidden dangers in the darkness and scattered to loot their own loot.

By this time, Scarface was finally left alone...

So, in the place where the fool could not see, Douglas, like an elegant black cat, began to crawl and move on the beams.

He had done experiments beforehand, and with his current physical fitness, he had to be close enough to the target to ensure that he didn't make unnecessary noises.

So he patiently adjusted his position, and after giving up twice, he finally waited for a good opportunity to kill!

"Phew!"

A slight, short, almost imperceptible thump sounded, and Scarface, who was obsessed with scraping, thought it was some daredevil's touch on the wooden shelves, completely unaware that the tip of Death's knife was already aimed at the back of his heart!