Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Island 16 - Lawless Zone.

The streets were brightly lit, as if it were daytime, and colorful bubbles floated in the air, gradually breaking up as time went by.

Laubran helped Sherlock get off the bubble bus. The bus driver didn't stop for a moment, and immediately drove the car to 200 yards, and fled like the wind.

Several knife-wielding robbers hurriedly chased the bus for a short distance, gasping and saying: "Gan, it ran away again. It's really fucking difficult to get a taxi."

"Boss, I think if you don't swing the knife, he might stop."

"You didn't tell me sooner!"

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"Father, do you need anything? 2000 beli at a time."

The girl standing on the street sipped the melon seeds in her hand and slowly walked towards Lauberon.

Laurent smiled slightly: "Is it a one-night stand?"

The girl was stunned for a second, looked Lauberon up and down, and said with a smile: "The night package costs 5000 beli, and the room fee is additional."

"Okay, 10000 beli, give us a quiet room."

Only then did the girl notice the "bloody" Shylock being supported by Robert Lauron, but she was not surprised. It seemed that this kind of thing had long been common on Island 16.

She swayed her buttocks, sipped melon seeds, and led Laurent and Sherlock through the streets and alleys, finally stopping at a small adult products store.

Sherlock noticed that there were all kinds of shameful tools for committing crimes inside. After passing through these dazzling products, the girl stepped on high heels and stepped into the basement.

She looked back at Lauberon and said, "Father, follow me."

Sherlock nodded slightly, and Laurent helped him into the basement.

This is a deep underground corridor. When you walk through the corridor to the underground block, you will see row upon row of houses, as well as puddles and playing children everywhere.

"Why don't you go home so late? You might be caught and sold!"

The girl scolded the child whose face was covered with mud.

The child stubbornly held the wooden sword in his hand: "Whoever dares to catch me, I will kill him."

"Do what you can."

The girl spit out a mouthful of melon seed skin without peeling it, swayed her body, and continued to greet the people next to her until she arrived at Hotel No. 8.

The appearance of Hotel No. 8 is just that of a cheap hotel. The exterior walls are mottled and exposed with the brown color of the bricks. There is only an old man who is guarding the hotel. He is wearing reading glasses. He looks at the girl with a smile and says: "Bringing guests here again." Yeah, 1000 beli a night."

The girl tilted her head and looked at Lauberon, motioning for him to pay.

Lauberon paid the money and walked into Hotel No. 8.

There are many street girls inside, and the soundproofing effect of the room is extremely poor. The sounds of applause for loneliness can be heard one after another.

The girl took the two of them to the standard room near the corner on the first floor, put down the melon seeds in her hands, found the medicine box in the cabinet on the coffee table, and staggered to Sherlock's side.

"The injury is serious. You can't do anything in this state?"

She said with a smile.

Only then did Sherlock see her appearance clearly. She had curly black hair tied behind her head. Although she was not pretty, she had a pair of pink and phoenix eyes. She looked very attractive. She had a slightly chubby figure and she should be around 28 years old.

"Why are you staring at me? Is there any flowers on my face?"

The girl joked as she took off Sherlock's clothes and treated his wounds.

Robert Lauron stood aside, lit a cigarette, and took two puffs.

Shylock was aware of Robertson's habit of smoking whenever he wanted to kill someone.

Counting the days, Lao BoLun really didn't kill many people these days when he was with him. Lao BoLan felt uncomfortable if he didn't kill people. Lao BoLan's illness was about to get worse and it was probably impossible to cure it unless he was sent to prison.

In order to prevent him from committing a crime on the spot in Hotel No. 8, Sherlock said: "Go out and get some air and find Boone."

Laurent nodded slightly, opened the door, and prepared to leave.

"Remember, think morally."

Sherlock gave one final reminder.

Laubran raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "No. 30, the elderly, weak, women and children may seem like a vulnerable group, but in fact they are a high-profile group. They are the easiest to attract people's attention, so try to stay away from them."

Sherlock nodded, finally his brainwashing was not in vain.

This can at least ensure that Lauberon will not kill the elderly, women and children indiscriminately, but it is hard to say for young people.

Fortunately, this is a lawless place. Most of the people who come here have criminal records and are not heinous people. They dare not risk their lives to settle here.

"The priest is gone. You are hurt like this. Are you not afraid of what I will do to you?"

The girl said with a smile.

Sherlock was in no mood to joke with her and waited quietly for her to treat his wounds.

The girl's medical kit contained various medical equipment, including scissors, needlework, bandages, alcohol, etc., but there was no anesthetic.

She lit the candle and placed the silver scissors on the fire to burn and sterilize:

"Don't be afraid of pain."

She wielded the silver scissors, cut open Sherlock's wound, and used tweezers to remove the metal fragments inside.

Sprinkle alcohol on Sherlock's wound to prevent infection.

During this process, Sherlock endured the pain, and a large amount of sweat showed on his forehead.

The girl followed the same method and took out all the metal fragments embedded in Sherlock's skin, and finally applied medicine and bandages on him.

As if she had performed a full-body surgery on Sherlock, she was sweating profusely. She placed 102 metal fragments on a silver tray and placed them in front of Sherlock: "Who are you fighting for?"

Sherlock remained silent.

"It turns out he is a boring gourd, boring."

The girl wiped the sweat from her forehead and put away the medical kit, "A total of 3000 beli, medical expenses."

Sherlock was embarrassed to find that he came out without a wallet at all.

"No money?"

Seemingly noticing Sherlock's expression, the girl walked up to him, sat down, reached for his coat, and looked for valuable items: "You can leave the gun behind."

Sherlock stretched out his hand and took the coat back: "When my companion comes back, I will give you the money."

"How do I know you didn't lie to me?"

The girl glared at Sherlock.

Sherlock handed the revolver to the girl: "If he doesn't come back, the gun will be yours."

The girl immediately showed a smile, put away the revolver, and said: "You are so seriously injured, and you even mortgaged your weapon. I don't care if you die here."

Sherlock fell on the bed and said calmly: "I want to take a rest, don't disturb me."

The girl nodded, thought about it, climbed onto the bed, kissed Sherlock, and stood up: "5000 Baileys for the night is not a penny less."

Sherlock frowned slightly, and the girl lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa, and read the newspaper.

Sherlock closed his eyes to rest. He didn't really fall asleep. He couldn't fall asleep in a strange environment, especially when there were strangers around him.

Until the girl in the room finished smoking three cigarettes, lay down on the sofa and fell asleep, breathing evenly.

Sherlock then relaxed his guard and let himself fall asleep.

after an hour.

Sherlock opened his eyes.

I heard a knock on the door.