"It won't last long. "Marshall searched around, trying to find something useful," www.biquge.info the pen "Fun," but even if there were, it was a life-saving item, right? Something like a weapon should be very unlikely. If not, then see if you can get out of the window through the sheets and hoist them into the cabin below, this method is too dangerous, unless you have to......"

In the end, however, Marshall did not use the latter method, because he was lucky enough to find a flintlock pistol, as well as some projectiles and gunpowder, which was very new in appearance and should not have any problems using it.

With the flintlock pistol in his hand, Marshall looked at the powder pool, which was already filled with gunpowder.

"I only had a brief understanding of it before, but I still know a little bit about the principle of flintlock pistols, which uses flint to collide with buckle springs to generate sparks, and then sparks ignite the gunpowder, thereby pushing the projectile out." Marshall pointed his gun at the door, "Obviously, unlike modern firearms, flintlock pistols take quite a long time to reload, and now I simply don't have time to test my ideas." ”

Soon, the door was opened, and the fish-man bared his sharp teeth at Marshall, perhaps believing that Marshall was already a turtle in an urn and could not escape.

Bang!

When the gunshots rang out, Marshall felt a blow to his right shoulder, his ears seemed to have been hit, there was a slight tinnitus, the smoke from the burning of gunpowder was inhaled into his nose, and he felt like coughing.

The fish-man stretched out its trident to Marshall, obviously less than a meter away, but to it, it seemed to be separated by a world, and in the end, the fish-man was unwilling to lie on the ground, and his round eyes turned into dead fish eyes.

"Ahem!" Marshall coughed twice.

Instead of immediately reloading the ammunition, he put the flintlock pistol down, and then stabbed the trident a few more times to make sure that the fish-man was dead, and then tore open the ammunition pack, poured some of the gunpowder into the powder pool, and poured the rest from the muzzle of the gun as firing gunpowder, and finally, he poured the round bullet through the muzzle, and then hit it with the matching through-strip to make sure that the bullet did not roll around.

"There are still 4 packs left, plus this 1 round, a total of 5 rounds, it should be enough." Marshall stepped over the fish-man's corpse and walked out of the room.

Now that he had a flintlock pistol, he didn't use a trident anymore, after all, it was a spear-like weapon, and it was not lightweight.

"It took more than ten seconds to reload just now, and it seems that in a normal battle, unless someone helps, or the enemy can't move, I don't have a chance to fire a second shot. In addition, in order to be able to deal effectively with the current situation, I still don't carry it on my back, and if there is a surprise attack, I may not have time to pick up the gun at all. ”

Marshall came to the door of the cargo hold, which was no longer guarded, and the door of the cargo hold was completely wide open, as if to welcome the rest of the people in.

Walking into the hold, Marshall found that most of the cargo had been turned to the ground, and the unusually neat cargo hold had become dirty and messy.

"Isn't that the same as I thought? Could it be that the rest of the people are hiding in the bilge where the children are being held? Marshall raised his vigilance, and he walked to the place where the mechanism was, and found that it had been opened.

"I remember the entrance in this place...... he saw a cargo box in the place where it was supposed to be, "it seems that someone really thought of this way, whoever this person is, unless it is Robert, it must have something to do with these children in the bilge, which means that I am still in danger." ”

Pushing the crate slightly, Marshall found that most of the contents of the crate had been removed, and the remaining weight could be moved by a single man's strength even below.

"There's no slime on the ground, and no fish-people have ever been here, so there's no reason why the fish-people wouldn't search for it, whether it's for kidnapping or for cargo, it's just that they haven't searched here yet." Marshall thought for a moment, then pushed the crate away, and then pointed his gun downward.

"Who's in there?" He raised his voice.

After waiting for five seconds, no sound came from inside.

"If no one speaks, I'll see anything I can move thrown in." Marshall said to the entrance.

"Wait!" This time, someone spoke quickly, and it was Paimon's voice.

Then, Paimon's face appeared in Marshall's line of sight.

"It's you, first mate." Marshall smiled.

Upon hearing Marshall's words, Paimon's face turned cloudy, like a thief who had been caught.

"Did you catch the kid inside?" Marshall glanced at the door, and the fish-man had not yet appeared.

"No, I'm only responsible for transporting these children to In'an, not me." Paimon crawls out, but Marshall keeps pointing a gun at him, so Paimon doesn't get a chance to get closer.

"So you're just one link in the chain?" Marshall took two steps back and pulled away, and if he got too close, there was a good chance that Paimon would take his chance.

For Paimon, once he has the opportunity to counter Marshall, he will definitely not be relentless.

More likely to kill Marshall outright.

"Is there anyone in there besides the captured kids?" Marshall shifted the barrel slightly, signaling that he was referring to the bilge below, where one could hide.

"It's gone." Paimon took a step closer.

"Stand still, hands up, Paimon, please be mindful of your actions, if you get too close to me, I think I'd better just shoot, although I have some questions for you, but I care more about my own life." Marshall discovers Paimon's subtle movements.

Paimon's face was very ugly, but he raised his hand anyway.

"Who was the man who threw the body that night? It must be your accomplice, say it. Marshall glanced at the door again.

At this point, Paimon has his back to the door of the cargo hold, and Marshall is facing the door of the cargo hold, so he can monitor both places at the same time.

Paimon didn't really want to say.

"Say it quickly." Marshall's eyes sharpened.

Douglas ...... Father Marshall, let me remind you that this is not the time to waste time discussing these things, there are so many fish-men out there, there are so many of them that we can't fight them, and now Ken is leading the crew to defend the wheelhouse, of course, they will fail, and in the end, the only people who can survive the whole ship are you and me. Paimon spoke his mind.

"Douglas? I'm afraid he's not just your helper. Marshall smiled.

"What do you mean?" Paimon lowered his hand.

"I suppose, if I'm not mistaken, Jenny's parents, crew member Howard and Dr. Edward, and Lady Kelly, all five of whom died in connection with Douglas." Marshall said.

"What?" Paimon looked down at where he had just climbed out.