Pirate: This shooter is a bit fierce

At ten cups he was still Uncle White Beard, at twenty cups he was called Old Newgate, and at thirty cups he could only be called Old White.

"Old Bai, if you can't do it, don't drink it. Wouldn't it be nice to keep this wine and bring it back to the boat to raise a pond of fish?" Da Luo, who was a veteran of the wine shop in his previous life, was not polite, and began to tease his opponent with words.

Newgate was not annoyed at being called "Old White", he snorted with a smile, and drank the wine in his hand with a thick neck.

"It's your turn, brat." Whitebeard slammed the wine glass on the table heavily, and looked at Darrow aggressively.

Looking at the big vat that hit him in front of him, even Darrow felt a bit of a headache. White Beard, who is more than five meters tall, is really hard to drink. Even if it is a "super large" wine glass, he drank more than 30 The cylinder is not drunk yet.

Fortunately, at this time, the owner of the tavern came out to make a rescue: "No...no more wine."

"Phew!" Darrow let out a long breath, and planned to give up. In fact, after drinking more than 30 glasses of Haodushu, he was almost forced to the limit of his drinking capacity.

"Since we're out of wine, let's stop here..." Darrow was interrupted by someone just as he opened his mouth.

"Wine! I still have..." Lime, who had unbuttoned his black suit jacket, walked over with a smile, and at the same time beckoned two townspeople to bring two barrels of wine to the table.

"..."

Darrow took a deep look at Rhyme, and it seemed that his warning to Tim didn't work. His cousin still wanted to make small moves.

As the saying goes, good words are hard to persuade a damned ghost, so let him do it.

"No. 30 six wine glasses!!" The bartender filled up the wine for the two of them again and pushed them in front of them.

"Drink! Drink!"

The surrounding crowd had never seen such an existence that could drink more than 30 cups, and they all shouted happily, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

Darrow and Whitebeard looked at the wine glasses in front of them without saying a word. It could be seen that neither of them was actually willing to drink anymore, but in their bones, they were both competitive and unwilling to admit defeat in front of their own crew. .

Fortunately, at this time, the considerate Rector stepped forward, quietly activated his ability to purify the alcohol in the two glasses of wine and evaporated it quietly.

"Drink." Darrow naturally saw Recter's small movements, patted his thigh with satisfaction, then picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in the glass like clear water.

Darrow was so straightforward, and Whitebeard didn't hesitate. He poured a large glass of wine down his throat with a desperate look.

"what!"

Without feeling the strong smell of alcohol coming from his mouth, White Beard gasped in surprise, but seeing Darrow winking at him, he didn't say anything more.

The enthusiastic "Cheers Contest" lasted until the evening, until the two barrels of wine that came later were all drunk, and finally ended in a tie. During this period, Rhyme wanted to bring wine with ulterior motives, but was stopped by the two together.

"Little ghost, are you interested in being my family?" It was obvious that Whitebeard liked this young man who could drink as much as he did, so he sent out an invitation.

Darrow naturally knew what this "family" was all about, looked at Newgate speechlessly, and said helplessly: "I said Lao Bai, you are not mean enough, I treat you as a friend, but you Want to be my daddy."

"Haha."

Darrow's words made everyone present burst into laughter, and the buffalo Atmos, who drank almost to pieces, patted his captain and made fun of him: "Father, isn't your name very useful? It was rejected!"

"Ha ha!!"

After some banter, the atmosphere of the banquet became more intense. Everyone pushed glasses and exchanged cups, hugging shoulders and shoulders. It was so lively that it didn't subside until late at night.

"Then Supernova Boy and Brewboy, let's say goodbye." Curiel, who was half drunk, helped Atmos and Fosa, who were drunk, and said goodbye to Darrow.

"Goodbye."

Darrow waved his hand, said goodbye to everyone, and looked at the white beard who had already recovered, but this time Darrow, who had completely subsided from the alcohol, did not dare to call him "Old White" again: "Captain Newgate , let's have a good drink next time."

"Ku la la la." White Beard laughed heartily, even shaking his two machete-shaped beards.

After saying that, the two groups separated, Darrow and the others returned to the hotel where they were staying, and the Bai Tuan, because the hotel really had no beds for a five-meter-tall giant like White Beard, they couldn't let them go. Sleep in the lobby.

late at night.

A group of people fell deeply into sleep, dreaming their own sweet dreams.

The dark clouds covered the moon, and under the cover of night, the quiet and peaceful Whiskey Mountain seemed to have changed into another atmosphere. The whole town's famous bounty hunters were dispatched one after another, running under the night.

And their targets are the "Sea Boy Hotel" where Darrow is located and the white-bearded pirate ship moored at the pier.

"Quickly, keep up."

Lime, who had already put on his combat attire, kept urging. Behind him, a group of bounty hunters brandished their swords and surrounded the pier and the hotel.

"Cousin, why don't we forget it!" Aside, Tim, who was involved in this action, suddenly remembered what Darrow said in the afternoon, and pulled Lime to persuade him.

"Forget it? What do you know, kid? Do you know how much the head of that kid in the hotel is worth? 5000 million!" Lime shook off Tim's hand, his eyes swollen and red.

"But!" Tim wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lime directly: "I know what you are worried about, but don't worry, no matter how strong they are, they have no fighting power now after drinking so much."

"Now, you and I will split into two groups. If you don't want to do anything to that boy in the hotel, go to the pier and get rid of that big guy." Lime asked, and at the same time handed the two loaded revolvers to his family. younger brother.

Tim took a deep look at Lime, as if he was in some ideological struggle: "No, I'll take care of it at the hotel, you go to the pier."

"Okay!" Rhyme responded immediately, and called a whole team of bounty hunters to follow Tim, while he assembled a larger team to fight towards the pier.

A few minutes later, the door of Darrow's room.

"I'll go in first and see if I can get rid of him without disturbing him." Tim said to several bounty hunters following him.

After finishing speaking, he carefully opened the door with the key prepared in advance, and tiptoed to Darro's bed.

Seeing Darrow falling into a "sleep" and the golden revolver Orini he gave Darrow on the bedside table, Tim took a deep breath to calm his mind.

He held Orini in his hand again, aimed at Darrow's head, and threw it... hard.

"Crack!!" The hard metal hit Darrow directly on the forehead, making a crisp sound.

"To be honest, the way you use the gun is really unexpected." Darrow covered his forehead, got up from the bed, and looked at Tim in astonishment.

"Darrow, listen..." Seeing that Darrow woke up, Tim anxiously tried to tell everything, but found that Darrow was looking at him with a half-smile.

"It seems that you made the right choice." Darrow patted Tim on the shoulder, and at the same time Aurini, who was not loaded with bullets, was pinned to her waist again.

"You're not drunk!?" Tim looked at Darrow in surprise.

"To be exact, neither of us was drunk."