Thump!

The bartender fell to the ground, curled up in pain and rolled around.

"White Shark" Hamilton snorted heavily, said nothing, and turned his head to the second floor, stepping on the wooden staircase creak.

After watching the excitement, the drunkards dispersed one after another, and Captain Erlan and the others returned to the upper floor unaffected and continued to play cards.

Klein took advantage of this opportunity and followed him up the stairs.

He returned to Flying Fish and Wine, not to deal with the White Shark for a non-existent hazard, but simply to learn more from the barkeeper with ties to multiple pirate forces, after all, he had chosen Gelman for his new identity, with the hidden meaning of hunting the bloody pirates and replacing the "wriggling hunger" with their spirits, flesh, and extraordinary properties.

There is no gas in Damir Harbour, and the aisles on the second floor are rather dim, and the brass candlesticks inlaid on the walls on both sides are flickering and dim.

Crane surveyed the environment as he reached out and wiped it on his face, silently becoming a guard on the first floor.

As for the difference in clothing decoration, he made up for it with the ability to create illusions.

Getting ready, he made his way to the Hamilton room of the "White Shark" in his spiritual intuition.

He was the first to pass by where the cards were being played without attracting anyone's attention.

He came to the guards guarding the passage, consciously stopped, and said in a low voice:

"Something going on downstairs again. ”

"It's a storm, what's going on tonight?" one of the guards sighed.

"I hope those lovely people don't get hurt. Another guard said with a little concern.

He was referring to the prostitutes who were attached to the bar.

"They're fine. Klein stepped past the guards and came to the door of the White Shark, raising his hand and knocking stiffly.

"Who?" Hamilton asked warily.

"Boss, it's me, there's a situation downstairs again!" Klein said in a deliberately hoarse voice, recalling the salutation information he had just received when he watched the excitement.

"Damn!" Hamilton roared, "Come in and tell me what's going on!"

Crane twisted the handle and walked inside.

As he closed the door, he dismantled the illusion, and the muscles of his face squirmed rapidly, turning back to his previous identity - a new drinker with blonde hair and blue eyes and ordinary facial features.

"You ......" Hamilton was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth wide and tried to shout.

At the same time, pieces of illusory fish scales appeared on the back of his hands, and his already tall and fat body swelled again.

Suddenly, his heart pounded and accelerated, and an instinctive and intense fear grabbed his throat.

At this moment, he felt that the stranger standing by the door was a demon who had been hungry for many days, examining his flesh and soul back and forth with a cold, longing gaze.

In an instant, Hamilton "White Shark" was in a state of extreme panic and was unable to respond effectively.

Klein walked slowly to the sofa, sat down, and smiled politely:

"Now you can communicate calmly, right?"

The feeling of being targeted by a terrifying monster disappeared, and Hamilton suddenly became relaxed, and his body was like a punctured balloon, much more shriveled.

He no longer recklessly called for help, and asked with sweat on his forehead:

"Who are you, and what do you want to do?"

"A hunter. Klein replied casually, "I've heard that you're in contact with a number of pirate forces, and I'd like to know about it." ”

"No, I didn't ......," Hamilton subconsciously denied.

He immediately felt the insane hunger again, and the eyes of the man opposite him seemed to be dyed a dark red.

Klein considered the character in his heart, and Sven smiled:

"You have two options.

"One is to answer frankly, the other is to be killed by me, and then, to answer frankly. ”

"White Shark" Hamilton heard similar rumors, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and said:

"Why do you want to know this?"

Klein smiled and said:

"I'm a hunter and I'm chasing bounties. ”

Hamilton suddenly felt that there was an indescribable madness in the other party's polite smile, and couldn't help but blurt out:

"You, are you crazy?

"I've seen a lot of adventurers like this, but all of them died at the bottom of the sea!

"It's not difficult to hunt down a pirate alone, but can you guard against subsequent retaliation? The prostitutes in the bar, the seemingly ordinary customers, may be the pirates' informants! Your friendly accomplices can be bribed at any time and give you a shot in the back! The pirates will also gather information in advance to block your ship, can you protect all the passengers? Can you survive the bombardment of a cannon and on the sea where there is no escape?"

After venting the fear in his heart in one breath, he saw the man opposite who claimed to be a hunter once again bloomed with Sven's gentle smile:

"Kill them all, and there won't be any of these problems. ”

...... The real madman ...... "White Shark" Hamilton took a breath and said:

"I have a relationship with many pirates, but they are all passive, and the cash, jewelry, and goods they have grabbed need to be sold, and they need to be exchanged for spirits, food, fresh water, weapons, and women's comfort, all of which have to go through me, but I can only wait for them here, not knowing exactly where their ships are going, and what the nearest target is. ”

"What else?" asked Crane quietly.

His answer just now was mainly to scare the "White Shark", as for the pirate's revenge, he was not worried at all, as a "Faceling", if it was so easy to be found, it would be better to find a place to sink to the bottom of the sea.

There is also ...... "White Shark" Hamilton squirmed in his throat, and did not immediately give a positive or negative description.

He kept his mouth shut and looked at the gentleman in the half-height silk top hat, and met the other's calm and restrained eyes as if he was brewing madness.

The unsettling silence is like the surface of the sea before a storm, gently reverberating, colliding, and fermenting.

Finally, Hamilton looked away, rested his hands on the table in front of him, and said:

"Yes, I'm still gathering information for them, and if there is urgent information, I will use the radio they give them to alert them. ”

"White Shark" did not dare to take risks, fearing that the other party had a unique and extraordinary ability to judge whether he was telling the truth and whether he was telling the whole truth.

"Radio?" Klein, who succeeded in the game, keenly captured a term.

"That's what they told me to call it, similar to the telegraph, but without wire. Hamilton turned and walked over to the off-white safe and crouched down.

Wireless telegraphy? Pirates are so high-tech? Crane vaguely guessed what the radio station was talking about.

He once thought about inventing something similar, but only to know that wireless telegraphy had already appeared in the corresponding magazine, but it had not yet found its own place in the commercial field for the time being - the violent sea separating the north and south continents perennial lightning and thunder, magnetic field disorder, storms raging, only a few shipping lanes can be passed, even if equipped with wireless telegraphy, it is almost useless, the same way, the foggy sea, the Sunia Sea weather changes drastically, there are many factors affecting electromagnetic propagation, the application of wireless telegraphy has been greatly limited.

Could it be that there is an improved version that can solve some of the problems? Klein watched as "White Shark" pried open the floor in front of the safe, and by twisting the device, a secret door appeared on the wall.

Behind the secret door is a three-compartment concealed cabinet, with documents and bills on the top floor, weapons such as revolvers and new half-arm guns in the middle, and complex black machinery stuffed underneath.

Klein only glanced at it, and through his impressions from his previous life and the information he had collected before, he determined that the mechanical artifact belonged to a radio station.

"That's it, they call it a radio station, and the news that comes out can be received by something like that in the Rorsted Islands, and a little further you have to look at the weather, depending on luck, usually, it's usually troublesome, a lot of restrictions. Hamilton didn't know much about it, and based on what he had been taught and experienced, he vaguely described the situation.

It is more powerful than the new radio stations that are currently being commercialized...... I don't know who invented it...... Klein listened quietly and asked directly:

"Who are they?"

He made himself act like a bounty hunter who didn't know how to do technology.

"White Shark" Hamilton wiped the cold sweat on his forehead:

"The 'Silver Viper' Odell, who claims to be the owner of the 'Dawn', and the intelligence officer Quinn Sr., who claims to be the owner of the 'Dawn', have appeared together, and I can't confirm whether they are cooperating or not, of course, Odell has only been claiming. ”

The owner of the "Dawn", the "mysterious queen", Crane retracted his gaze, and at some point there was an extra gold coin in his hand.

The gold coin kept rolling between his fingers, and finally jumped into the air and fell, and he saw that the "white shark" was unclear and trembling.

Glancing down, Crane slowly stood up.

At this moment, he suddenly asked:

"Who gave you the potion?"

"Old, old Quinn......" Hamilton hesitated but chose to answer frankly.

Crane nodded slightly, no longer asked, and turned and walked to the door.

The wooden door opened and closed, and the figure in the black tweed coat disappeared into the room of the "White Shark".

Hamilton held his breath and waited for more than ten seconds before finally letting out a long breath.

He quickly wiped the sweat from his face, moved the radio to the table, pulled out a codebook, and busily slapped a telegram into the distance:

"I'm being targeted!

"Strange fellow!"

Beside Hamilton, who was concentrating, Crane watched quietly with his hands in his pockets, taking in all the contents of the band spectrum and the codebook.

His departure just now was just a large-scale illusion show, and it was more than enough to deal with the low-level people of the "sailor" path of the White Shark.

As for the question of whether or not they can remember the specific content later, the "soothsayer" does not need to think about it, and a single "dream divination" can recall it all.

The "Blood General" and his men love to kill, love blood, and are keen to commit violence against women, and every time they rob a passenger ship, they always cause tragedy...... This is a recognized thing, and they themselves are very proud of it, and they always do not hesitate to publicize it...... The goal of the hunt, the object of the adventure, give priority to them...... Klein thought for a moment and took advantage of Hamilton to pack up the radio and prepare to actually leave the room.

He doesn't plan to deal with the "white shark" for the time being, for fear of disturbing the real prey, anyway, this kind of guy who is on land, has a fixed territory, and is held by himself, can be easily solved with a report letter afterwards.

In Klein's silent footsteps, the door slowly cracked and closed quietly, bringing in a slight cool breeze.

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