The Rose swordsmanship gave "Zorro" a vigorous pace.

In the darkness, he was like a graceful dancer gently treading the beat, speeding through the shadows of the building, like a solo dance of the prince of the night. Swift and rhythmic, it is rare that it does not attract anyone's attention in the slightest.

A moment later, a group of more than a dozen people pushing a wheelbarrow to the dock caught the eye of "Zorro". And this group of people did not realize that there was an uninvited guest in the shadows behind them.

"You idiots, keep your mouth shut from now on, and don't say a word! We're just going to the docks to pick up the goods, and we don't know anything else. Anyone made a mistake, don't blame Old Barry for being too ruthless!"

Under the vague gaze of "Zorro", the leader of a man with messy white curly hair like a lion was whispering a warning to his men.

Swept by Barry's eyes, the minions felt as if they were being targeted by a ruthless old wolf, and they covered their mouths one after another, nodding their heads again and again to show that they didn't dare.

"Isn't this a blatant way to tell others that there is something wrong with you, this bad guy is too unprofessional. ”

"Zorro" pouted secretly, but he didn't expect how wronged the lion's head was, who knew that there was still your night owl squatting on this kind of night path?

For the time being, I don't know what they want to do, and "Zorro" can only follow silently.

If you confirm that they are really going to do bad things, you can only stun them and lose them to the patrolling navy. After all, Uncle Zorro's principle has always been: do good deeds without leaving a name, just kill or bury it.

on the pier.

It had been a full hour since the navy led by Evan saw the belated merchant ship to the time it successfully docked.

"What are you doing at the docks?!"

At the same time, a group of men pushing wheelbarrows came out from the direction inside the lighthouse island.

Ai Wen quietly gestured and personally led a few sailors to contact the merchant ships arriving in port. Gary led most of the remaining men in front of the group of men, and questioned a curly-haired man at the head.

"Good evening, sir! I'm old Barry, the representative of the Golden Olive Chamber of Commerce, and I'm here to welcome a shipment of goods that we have ordered. This is the report we made at the terminal management office, you can check it. Barry, the curly-haired man, said as he handed over a certificate issued by the dock administration.

"It's so late, are you sure you want to unload it at once, can't you wait until dawn to unload it?" asked Gary without finding anything out of the ordinary.

It's not that Gary is deliberately making things difficult, the wind and waves are a little strong tonight, the perennial vacant conditions of the dock on Beacon Island are very average, and the lighting is not good, and the unloading at night is indeed prone to accidents.

When the curly-haired man heard this, he immediately looked embarrassed, bowed very low, and complained:

"Your Excellency, isn't there no way! Tomorrow is the celebration day, and our goods are fireworks to be used on the celebration day. The first batch of fireworks was not well transported and soaked in water, so it was not a hurry to order another batch.

If the fireworks aren't set up tonight, and the blame is on us, we're going to be out of luck! ”

Gary didn't feel too embarrassed to see that he was a little pitiful, and there was indeed no rule that he was not allowed to unload in the middle of the night, so he comforted him: "I'll go and talk to the captain, it shouldn't be a big deal, you have to pay attention to safety, it's okay to hurt someone!"

"Yes, yes, it won't bother you. The curly-haired man nodded at Gary, who could be his son, and smiled, without the slightest hint of the ruthlessness and domineering he had just spoken to his subordinates.

Gary jumped onto the boat in two steps and came to Aven's side.

After a while, Ai Wen had already checked the supporting documents on the merchant ship, including the shipowner, the name and quantity of the cargo, the owner of the cargo, the place and time of loading, the destination, and so on.

The documents presented by the captain are issued by the royal maritime trade department, which is not only to prove the ownership of the goods on board, but also to facilitate the whereabouts of merchant ships and prevent possible piracy.

Since there is no permanent port staff on the island, this job can only be played by the Navy such as Aven.

Compared with the results of the consignee's inspection, on paper, both parties had legal formalities and did not find any problems at all.

"Boss, the person who received the goods said ....."

"Fireworks?"

Hearing Gary's explanation of the special situation, Evan muttered for a moment. He is also empathetic, and he doesn't mind making a little exception to make it easier for him to do so within his purview.

"You can unload, but I'll watch from the sidelines. Tonight is limited to designated fireworks, and the rest of the cargo will be discussed at dawn, understand?"

Lion-headed Buck naturally has no opinion, and it should be again and again.

After a while, the merchant ship and the lion's head were handed over and the cargo was unloaded.

Boxes of tightly sealed "fireworks" were carried off the ship by the men brought by Buck, tied up and loaded onto wheelbarrows.

Seeing that the wheelbarrow was half full, there was a man in the darkness who could not sit still. Knowing that there was a problem with this shipment, if they were to be transported into the island at night, it would not be easy to find them again. If they make any more big moves, they can't escape as a member of the navy.

Whoosh –

One of Buck's men had just tied the rope of a wheelbarrow when a short, glittering crossbow bolt burst through the darkness and snapped into a wooden crate.

Scared, he sat on the ground with an ass.

"Someone has released an arrow! Run!"

Everyone present was startled, and when they saw what the cold light was shining, they hurriedly dodged, for fear that the next arrow would fall on their heads.

Only Aven, who was standing on the deck to watch over the sailors and prevent them from having an accident, noticed that the arrow was heading straight for the wooden crate from the start, and was not aimed at anyone at all.

"Step!"

Deftly leaping from the merchant ship, Evan made his way through the crowd of people who were lying on the ground and hurriedly dodging, not rushing into the darkness in search of possible enemies. Instead, he walked over to the wooden box where the crossbow arrow had been shot, reached out and pulled out the arrow, and put it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

This crossbow bolt is made of high-quality steel, much shorter but more delicate than the usual crossbow arrow, and the preliminary judgment is that it should be from the arm crossbow used by assassins and rangers.

Because of its small size, the cost is much higher than that of ordinary bows and arrows, and this weapon is not something that ordinary people can afford.

Glancing up at the darkness in the distance where the lighthouse could not be illuminated, Evan told everyone to stand still and not to move. If the shooter's purpose is to divert the tiger from the mountain, he will be very passive. As a commander, we must consider the overall situation, and we must not be like ordinary sailors, who can do whatever they want with the help of force.

However, at the moment when Evan showed his head, "Zorro", who was hiding in the shadows, also recognized this naval captain who had defeated him.

"It's this guy?" Slightly startled, "Zorro" subconsciously moved into the darkness again.

After the last sword fight, he already understood the gap between himself and Aven, and it was pure luck that he escaped smoothly before, but if he was exposed this time, he was not sure if he would have a chance to escape.

It's okay if you get caught, but it really damages your "glorious" image.

"The man who came from the Third Fleet on board the Warm Wind, most of whom I have seen, is supposed to be an officer on the Silverwing.

There are not a few captains and officers on a warship, so go back and let the adjutant check it. ”

"Zorro" did not have the idea of using his identity to declare personal vendettas, as an aspiring young man who aspired to become a "great prophet". He wasn't interested in any kind of intrigues, and investigating Aven's identity was just an instinctive hobby to get into other people's secrets.

"With this guy's sense of responsibility for chasing me for half of the city, he should have noticed the hint I gave, right?

Thinking a little uncertainly, "Zorro" raised his hand and shot another crossbow arrow.

Whoosh –

"Hurry up and take a look, bastard!"