"Boom!"

There was a loud crack, and a lot of dust fell on the stone-built prison.

Zhao Qian sat on the wooden board against the wall, and looked at the broken bowls surrounded by the crowd, and the few dice that were shaking and shaking.

The group of pirates who had been caught drinking and mistaken looked at each other, and then at the pirate leader, Bartholomew, who was also unresponsive.

The old man, whom the pirates called the black baron, chewed on a tobacco leaf from somewhere, and shook his head, indicating that it was not part of his plan.

It's still bright outside, definitely no more than 6 o'clock.

Before everyone could react, another thunderclap sounded.

"Boom!"

"Phew! The sound of a refueled eight-pounder gun. ”

Bartholomew muttered, spitting the chewy, even moldy, tobacco residue in his mouth onto the not-so-clean floor of his cell.

The whole prison has long been in an uproar because of the gradual sound of cannons.

Zhao Qian sat in place without any intention of moving, and in addition to being able to smell all kinds of excrement or rotting things, the tip of his nose could smell the smell of inferior black powder wafting in from outside the iron window. It was choking, and I heard the chatter of the prisoners in the cells next door and opposite.

"Old fur dogs, do it."

Bartholomew said, and a rough-handed man with a scar in the cell quickly stood up.

The man walked to the cell door, looked closely, and after making sure that the jailer in the corridor who had been eating and drinking had left, he took out a long, slender key without locks from somewhere, and stabbed it into the lock on the chain on the door.

Although the door of the cell was made of iron bars, it was clear that the designers of the prison had the idea of cutting corners, or perhaps the builders.

Anyway, at this time, in this noisy prison, the people in this cell held their breath at this time.

Zhao Qian also stood up silently, but unlike the nervous pirates. He seemed calm.

A bright silver crossbow was taken out of the ticket at this time, and he had never intended to make a so-called good deal in the first place.

What if these guys don't give them the keys?

The crossbow was pressed against Bartholomew's back.

Last moment, they were all attracted by the old fur seal's skillful lockpicking skills.

"Keys."

Zhao Qian said, making this pirate leader, who was only a little stronger than ordinary people, take a beat.

"Fu Suosi, you let me ...... the ability of the nobles"

Turning around, Bartholomew said without changing his face. He didn't seem to care, maybe the next moment, Zhao Qian's hand shook, and a sharp arrow pierced his chest.

"Keys."

Those two words again, but they were so clear in the originally chaotic prison.

The cell fell silent.

All the pirates turned their heads to look at the boss, who was held up by a crossbow arrow. In fact, he wasn't as strong as the one-eyed helmsman he had under him.

Slowly took out the string of metal keys from his arms, and Bartholomew handed it over, but was directly knocked to the ground by Zhao Qian with the silver crossbow in his hand. The death aura of this weapon is still stinging.

"Not this one."

Zhao Qian stared at him, or rather, he knew very well these little tricks that had been played three ways.

The atmosphere also became solemn at this time.

"Click!"

The old fur seal is still busy there, and there is still a confrontation here.

With a soft thud, the lock of the cell door opened.

But the people present didn't seem to hear this crisp escape music.

Everyone looked at the focal point of the crowd, the pirate leader, the black baron-to-be, Bartholomew.

The pirate nobleman smiled, as if he was not embarrassed at all by his own petty tricks.

"Sven."

Bartholomew spoke, and a pale fellow in the crowd looked at the boss with the back of his head at him.

"Give it to me."

The leader stretched out his backhand, and a rusty metal key was thrown directly into his hand as he spoke.

Backhand.

Bartholomew handed it over.

Zhao Qian looked at him and let the person in front of him put the key to restraining himself on his crossbow frame.

"Squeak!"

There was a screeching sound of iron grinding.

The old fur dog pushed open the door and was the first to go out.

The prisoners in the opposite cell seemed to notice the situation, and the prison became more and more noisy. But none of this was very good, as it was replaced by the increasingly "lively" sound of artillery fire.

"Goodbye."

Bartholomew walked to the door of the cell with the door wide open, and gave Zhao Qian the aristocratic salute that the French nobles often greeted.

Then he followed his men who were waiting for him at the door.

Zhao Qian watched the group walk away, and finally disappeared into the depths of the corridor where there were no torches lit.

Divide-Cut-Line -

"Inform Roger, change the ten-pounder gun."

On a large ship with the English words of Satisfaction painted on the rudder, a person is sitting at the helm of this ship, giving orders one after another in an orderly manner, and occasionally swearing a vulgar swearing.

But no one felt wrong.

The people of the whole ship were like a wind-wound machine, running at high speed.

The sound of artillery fire rang out, mixed with artillery fire from the city defense not far away.

But in the eyes of those who know the goods, the cannons that defend the city walls and the ships with skull flags on the sea are simply two levels of weapons.

"Chief, judging from our deal with the August family, we're just attracting the firepower of the city defense......"

"Bang!"

The words of a crooked-looking guy next to this man had not yet been finished, but it was not the man's words that answered him, but a deadly musket.

"But I don't like pointless firefights, even if the price is that the French Navy will recognize my legitimacy."

Holding a cigar of unknown origin and spitting out the smoke, he said, with a serious expression on his face.

"Fire! Lao Tzu likes to rob! ”

The captain burst into foul language.

The ship's artillery became more and more violent, and there was no question of his orders.

Because he is a man who is famous in the seven seas.

The Brutal, by Henry Morgan.