As the night darkens, Georgetown, the international port on Grand Tayman Island, is brightly lit.

If you let a [Eagle Spirit Warrior] turn into an eagle and look down from the sky, just look at the brightness of the lights, and you can know where is prosperous and where is backward in the entire Bantaan Islands.

As a public port with free trade, no restrictions on the identity of people, and black and white, this international port is even far more lively and prosperous than Port Royal in many countries.

The only one that can be compared to it is probably the new pirate city of Black Sail Harbor in the Bahamas.

It's just that, compared to the "one of the most depraved places on the sea" with incompetent public management and dirty messes, the beautiful scenery and well-planned international port is simply a paradise.

Here, all kinds of white, gray, and black businesses are not inferior to Black Sail Harbor, but they are all clearly divided and well managed.

At night, there are offices of major powers, and the most lively port area is almost transformed into a city that never sleeps.

This time.

A group of privateers who had just returned from their mission stopped in harbor under the guidance of a bright lighthouse.

The first colonizers who had gone through the difficult years were the most touched.

The original dilapidated lighthouse, with an ample supply of spices, became more and more brilliant, and it seems that it will become more and more brilliant.

In addition to the privateer pirates who had a hard day of raiding and returned with a full load.

A group of armed tax collectors with silver dragon armbands on their arms, representing their official relationship with the Treasury of the Governor's Palace, also walked to the port area with a smile and a smile.

"Congratulations to Captain Ron for all his hard work.

Not only did he complete the tax assessment task for this month ahead of schedule, but he also got a bottle of [Angel's Kiss] and 5 grams of spices, which successfully awakened his spirituality.

From then on, he was an extraordinary and extraordinary being. ”

The team members were full of envy and couldn't stop saying hello to the team leader.

"This is also the captain's accumulation, but he is just one step away from the goal.

If it were us, even if we had the qualifications, it would not be possible to successfully break through so quickly with just such a small amount of resources.

However, the road to heaven in the fission mode of Captain 721 is in sight, and we can do it sooner or later. ”

Some of the team members are full of ambition and confidence in their future.

"Captain, have you figured out which transcendent sequence you want to take?

The top boss of our tax department is Miss Catherine, the Mithril Dragon.

I heard that if you take up the [Golden Eye], [Pawn Merchant] or [Treasure Guard] of the Golden Yuan Sequence, they are all subsidized by resources.

It is said that if you apply for a transfer to Riptide Fortress, you will also have resources to transfer to occupations that are urgently needed by companies such as [Fortress Guard] and [Fortress Expert].

It's just that the early training can be hard. ”

Captain Ron, who is not tall in stature, but walks exceptionally calmly, listens to the discussion of the tax team member with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and echoes a few words from time to time.

Apparently extremely loved.

He trimmed his short red hair, and even his beard was cleanly shaved, exuding a strong military temperament from the inside out.

In fact, these people, led by Captain Ron, were the former Castilian sailors who Byron had rescued from the merchant ships.

Because the warships serving did not want to be paid, they swapped their line of sailors from various countries with the crew of the merchant ship Teapot (Chapter 181).

If it weren't for Byron, I'm afraid that sooner or later they would all be used as witchcraft materials by the second mate who practiced black witchcraft [head shrinking technique], and they would end up in a miserable end.

After being rescued by Byron, they joined the Armed Tax Inspectorate within the Vanguard Colonial Company, which was run by Catherine.

Everything is compared to the "Royal Revenue Inspectorate" inspection team that has just been reimbursed by a flare.

In terms of the institutional system alone, as well as the purity of the "armed inspection", it is more authentic than the previous one.

They are specially responsible for inspecting merchant ships on the east-west routes, and those who have not paid taxes in advance will board the ships to collect taxes, and those who have paid taxes in advance will also randomly check to administer justice for sailors.

After a period of fermentation, the reputation of the Pioneer Navigator among sailors is now excellent.

It also further prompted a large number of oppressed excellent sailors to continuously find ways to take the initiative to join the company.

Unlike the serious armies of other official forces, the privateer fleet is mostly gold-devouring beasts that only enter but do not leave.

Its biggest feature is that it can take the initiative to make money, and it is in accordance with the 721 model up and down to make money together.

The bigger the scale, the more money you make.

Referring to the four quadrants of the industry of Taurus, Skinny Dogs, Celebrities, and Young Children, there is no doubt that it is a good deal like a "Taurus" to make money every day.

"The transcendent path I want to take? I'm sure I'll pick the Treasure Guard.

For every time Miss Catherine spoke to the Armed Inspector of Taxes, she said that her purse would shrink inexplicably, and that the tighter the grip on the gold, the faster it would drain away.

I think she may be missing a guard who can dutifully look after the vault! ”

Although he has not heard of the saying that "the end of the career path is the doorman's pavilion".

But out of gratitude to the company and the sea hunters, this honest man still resolutely chose this profession that has avoided 40 years of detours.

Just to be able to keep the company's property.

At that moment, Ron suddenly moved his nose and turned his head to look at an auction house next to the road.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

Ron instantly grasped the flint musket on his shoulder, and said in a serious voice:

"Alert! Suddenly there was a strong smell of blood here! ”

Although the bronze nameplate of the Palme d'Or Trading Company in front of the door made them instinctively disgusted, it was impossible for them to turn a blind eye to this anomaly.

Moreover, their future is all pinned on the company, whether it is an extraordinary road or a deposit, both prosperity and loss.

However, before they could line up in battle formation and slowly approach the past.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and the flames soared into the sky.

A hole was blown out of the white marble wall of the Palme d'Or trading company's auction house.

Three sturdy figures flew out of it, jumping high into the surrounding buildings in just a few ups and downs like apes.

Through the bright moonlight and nearby lights, Ron and his party also saw that the three figures were actually three strange clowns.

He wears a funny clown costume, a colored wig, and a thick oil paint on his face.

Especially a red nose, a blood-red mouth that grinned to the root of the ear, and a stained blood stain on the body.

This human-like and non-human appearance instantly triggered the "Uncanny Valley".

As a result, not only do they not have the funny sense of normal clowns, but they can't help but feel chills in their hearts.

One of them was playing with throwing knives, and the other was throwing seven or eight red spherical bombs in his hands.

The first one held up a nautical chart and looked at the moon boy in the sky for a while, revealing an exaggerated smile that normal humans could not do at all:

"Quack, the defense of the international port is nothing more than that.

The information bought from the black market was correct, and it was very easy to get a treasure map of Treasure Island here.

All the treasures on Treasure Island are mine. ”

Obviously, it's not a good thing for a city to be too free and too vibrant.

Even if there are too many insiders and secret spies quietly disappearing in this international port, it still hasn't completely dispelled the luck psychology of some people.

Especially the mid-sequence transcendents who are proud of their own strength.

"Black market intelligence?

It's the intruder, fire! ”

Instantly realized that the other party's actions did not seem to be improvised, and the source of information that led them here was extremely suspicious.

But now is not the time to pursue that kind of thing.

As the closest armed member of the port management to the area, Ron decisively ordered the attack.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the night sky, the lines of fire were intertwined, and they shrouded the three clowns.

But the long distance and the upward firing led to the fact that the projectile did not pose much of a threat to the three eccentric clowns.

They tossed and turned on the rooftops as if they were participating in a circus show called "Dodge the Knife", and easily dodged all the bullets.

"Quack is boring, it's too boring, is that all you have to do?"

High-pitched laughter pierced the night sky, as if mocking the weakness of the guards.

At the same time, they kept throwing red bombs in their hands, setting off violent explosions in the nearby buildings.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Smoke and smoke swept through the rubble and wood chips.

At this time, the guards in charge of guarding the vault in the auction house were also chased out under the leadership of the [Treasure Guard] James who had fought with Bruch.

They were all gray-headed, bloodstained, and their faces were extremely ugly.

"Be careful, they broke the Key to the Minotaur that I used to defend the treasury.

The [Clown Trick] mastered by the clown at the head even easily broke through the upper limit of my ability and opened the lock of the occult.

This person should be the leader of the Clown Pirate Regiment, a third-order transcendent [Bone-eating Clown] Kolas King! ”

The core ability of the treasure guarding the second order [Key of the Minotaur].

They can be guaranteed to be the occult locks of the vault, and no one will want to take a single gold coin from it until they are knocked down.

The higher the value of the vault, the more powerful the Treasure Guardian will be.

At this moment, James was restrained by the Joker's lock-picking ability under the suppression of his rank, and successfully stole the treasure map guarded by him.

"Waste, it's all boring waste.

This is a gift from the clown, so please accept it politely.

Everyone should be as happy as I am! Quack"

In the midst of incoherent laughter, the [bone-eating clown] Klaas King raised his hand and spilled the beautifully packaged gift boxes.

"Get out of the way."

Someone couldn't dodge, and was immediately entangled by the fire snake drilled out of the gift box, and before he could scream, he was quickly burned to ashes.

Among them were the Remet people, and there was also the tax inspection team of the pioneer company.

The fiery serpent then spread towards nearby buildings, igniting a raging fire.

Riots in the harbor also began to spread at the same time.

[Bone Clown] Kraskin apparently didn't have the International Port in mind at all.

According to the intelligence, the port has not had a good record since it opened, and the only time the Barbary pirates were repelled was also a "timely meeting" for the coalition forces.

Fuwei, Fuwei, although this Vanity Fair is sophisticated, it also needs to be fought and killed!

Wei Hefu, no matter which one is missing, will be ruthlessly planted.

"Attack on the port?"

"It looks like someone has robbed the Palme d'Or auction house."

"Or do we too?"

There were some careerists in the neighborhood who were chaotic by nature, and they couldn't help but be a little nervous when they saw this kind of scene.

It may not be brave for them to do it alone, but once someone takes the lead, it is not impossible to start a huge "zero-yuan purchase".

If a foreign invader wants to destroy the international port, it is a matter of life for their families, and they must share the same hatred.

But the threat of a mere clown has obviously not reached this level, so the weaker the official managers, the better.

They can't wait to completely open up the free market, and only without any regulation can they use all kinds of bottomless means to make the most black money.

Which one doesn't love to rob while it's hot?

It's just that what they don't know is.

Those who are good at fighting have no great feats.

With the [Golden Law] to monitor every corner, most of the situations in normal times are prevented, and the dangers have been solved before others can't see them.

A miracle doctor once commented: My eldest brother has the best medical skills, the second brother has the second best medical skills, and his own medical skills are the worst.

Others wonder: If your medical skills are not the highest, why are you the most famous?

The divine doctor replied: The eldest brother specializes in "not getting sick", and often controls the source and cures it in time before the disease has just started, so not many people know about it.

The second brother is good at treating early diseases, and there are few people who pay attention to it, and not many people know about it.

And the patients he treats by himself are often incurable diseases that are completely manifested, and the people around him pay more attention, so naturally his fame becomes the greatest.

The Remet themselves can only be blamed for running too many shady businesses.

The auction house uses a large number of law-breaking stones that can shield the law network and various supernatural abilities in the building, which has become a blind spot for the [Golden Law] monitoring in the city.

It wasn't until the unrest broke out that the alarm was triggered.

As soon as the three robbers landed on the street, they were immediately caught by the law, attracting real defense.

A little golden light broke through the air, and it manifested into Catherine's beautiful face.

With blond hair dancing wildly, most of the city can hear the female voice that is pleasant to the ear, but angry:

"Georgetown is under martial law, and all unrelated people are asked not to go out.

All of the company's non-combatant employees retreated and evacuated the vicinity.

Stormcloaks blockade the port area, and the captains of the privateer fleet send marines into the city to maintain stability."

Orders were given in an orderly manner.

The entire port city was like an awakened beast, and like a sophisticated machine, it immediately started running at high speed.

The atmosphere has changed.

At the same time, Catherine faced the three clowns who did not restrain and shouted:

"Mithril Guard, summoned!"

Qiang ——!

The silver-white aura above the city burst into flames, and the six silver-shining behemoths in the sound of gold and iron resonating with air explosions smashed down towards the three clowns.

"You scum dare to make trouble in my dragon's lair.

In order to raise money to support the construction of Riptide Fortress, I have just developed the sixth phase of boutique sea-view houses in the port area.

You all deserve death! ”