Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

"To be precise, it's 4 million. It should go up even more after defeating Kosius."

Wrightson raised his eyebrows, looking confident, as if he was talking about himself.

Kom's legs weakened and he fell to his knees: "Oh my God, I actually wanted to share my hand-sewn quilt with such a terrible villain last night."

"So you're brave."

Wrightson patted Colm's shoulder, and Colm felt like a little angel was saying hello to him, as if he would be taken away soon.

"Don't scare him, get ready to go to sea."

Sherlock said calmly.

Lauberon tidied up his appearance, smoothed his messy silver hair back, tied his tie, and wiped his black leather shoes with resin until the leather shoes reflected the dazzling sunlight, then he nodded with satisfaction.

"A gentleman should always pay attention to his image, even if he is 50 years old."

Laurent said to himself, walking towards Sherlock with graceful steps.

Robert Lauron's behavior suddenly reminded Shylock of a saying: Heads can be cut off, blood can be shed, and leather shoes must be greased.

The savages shouted and carried the Sinister out of the jungle and placed it on the beach.

The old patriarch came over on crutches and asked Kom to help translate:

"Hero, do you really not consider becoming sworn brothers with me? Although we can't be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, we can die in the same year, the same month and the same day."

After Kom finished speaking, he swallowed and felt that another little angel was waving to him.

Sherlock looked at the thin old patriarch. The old patriarch showed a hearty smile. Suddenly, one of his front teeth fell out.

He immediately put his teeth away carefully and continued to look at Sherlock with a smile.

Sherlock's face was gloomy and the corners of his mouth twitched: "No need."

Kom turned around and translated to the old patriarch, who babbling again and asked Kom to translate.

Kom's legs were trembling and he said: "The patriarch said that when the good news about the hero's return will come... he will train the blackest man and wait for you to come back."

Sherlock's head was full of black lines. He took out his revolver and now wanted to send the old patriarch to see the little angel.

"Do not impulse."

Colm thought Sherlock was going to kill someone and silence him.

boom--

Sherlock blew on the white smoke from the muzzle of his gun.

Colm was so frightened that he peed.

But he soon realized that his head was not blooming, and a poisonous snake fell from the branch and drooped on his shoulder.

The venomous snake was planning to attack Colm just now, but Sherlock saw it.

"If you only have so much courage, how can you be an explorer?"

Sherlock teased.

Kom covered his crotch, blushing like a monkey butt. At this moment, he just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

"Our captain does not kill unknown people."

Laubran said with a smile.

Kemu breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt that the unknown person was pretty good too.

"How are the others?"

Sherlock asked.

"Back to the captain, there are 13 people in the caves dug by the savages, and the other 9 people are missing. Captain, don't worry. I think they died in the storm."

Lauberon said seriously.

"..."

Sherlock was speechless. He looked sideways at Wrightson:

"Letson, check on the Sinister."

Wrightson nodded, walked to the side of the Sinister with steps like a crab, and greeted the savages in a babbling language, which he seemed to have learned while drinking and eating meat with the savages last night.

But when the savages heard his words, they all showed their familiar muscles and wanted to rub against him.

Sherlock asked Colm in confusion: "What did he say?"

"He said: MD, fuck."

When Colm translated, he specially emphasized the two words he said to prevent Sherlock from thinking that he was scolding him.

Sherlock was sweating. As expected, this guy Wrightson was bad at everything and was the No. 1 troublemaker.

Wrightson looked at the ferocious savages suspiciously and scratched his afro: "Why is the atmosphere so weird? Forget it, never mind, the Sinister, dad is here."

After Wrightson inspected the Sinister, the old patriarch sent some food and water, and wished them to find an exit and go to sea smoothly.

Sherlock boarded the boat and waved to Colm: "Come up."

Colm swallowed: "I can't."

"What can't you do?"

Sherlock frowned.

Kom covered his crotch and said, "I don't like men, I really don't."

Sherlock pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head: "Say it again."

Colm immediately climbed onto the Sinister: "I like it, I like it."

Both Wrightson and Lauberon cast strange looks. Colm suppressed his blush. He raised his buttocks and had to sacrifice his anus in order to save his life.

Sherlock kicked him hard: "My sexual orientation is normal. If you dare to mention black men to me again, I will shoot you."

Kom hugged his butt, looking like he was finally relieved:

"It turns out heroes don't like men."

"Why would a man like the captain like men?"

Lauberon asked puzzledly.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, haha, haha."

Colm laughed.

A group of four, ready to sail.

Before setting sail, Lauberon showed his familiar smile again.

learn from mistakes.

Charlotte stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "No explosions are allowed on the island. We have to come back."

The hand that Lauberon had just raised helplessly stopped in the air, and the familiar snap of his fingers could not be struck.

He sighed and took out his pocket watch: "We have to wait until next time."

The sea surface was calm at first, the sea and sky were the same color, the morning glow gradually rose, and the sun rose brightly.

Sherlock took a deep breath and felt the rare tranquility at this moment.

A free life is indeed the life Sherlock really wants, but in order to keep this freedom, he has to work harder.

Suddenly, a familiar seagull flew across the sky and dropped a wanted notice.

Sherlock picks up the wanted poster, and Leah D. Houston offers a reward of 4 million Baileys!

Sure enough, with the system in place, you don't need to read newspapers at all to know how much your bounty has increased. You can just look at the income records.

The corners of Sherlock's mouth raised slightly.

Laubran smiled and said: "Captain, congratulations."

How many people would care about such an expensive head... To become stronger, you must become stronger... Sherlock secretly made up his mind.

Soon the Sinister sailed into the circulating sea currents. The currents unknowingly changed the direction of the Sinister, causing it to circle around the Tata Savage Island and return to the island for the first time. Ended with failure.

Kom shook his head and sighed: "Hey, I'm just telling you, you can't get out of this island."

Laubron took out the permanent pointer, and this cyclic ocean current aroused his interest. He was also a navigator, and his dream was to explore unknown islands around the world, then kill all the indigenous people, blow up the cities, and return everything to nature.

Yes, his dream is very sociopathic.

"Try again and I'll find a way."

Lauberon said confidently.

Wrightson nodded and drove the boat towards the sea again.