Pirates: Building a Pirate Family.

Soon, a disheveled middle-aged man in brocade robes came out.

There was a mermaid in his arms, looking a little drunkenly at everything in the field.

"Hey my buddy, got those guys?"

The middle-aged man let go of the mermaid's support, came to sit next to Jeff and asked.

Jeff's eyes showed disdain, but he still smiled.

"Sir, these are just a few ignorant brats, and all my preparations have been wasted!"

Jeff looked at the four Napoleons and said disdainfully.

"Oh? It's just these four brats. I thought we were being targeted by someone. I was shocked. I don't want to lose this business."

The middle-aged man stared at Napoleon and the three of them with murderous intent in their eyes.

If these people hadn't happened to be on duty today, they might have been disturbed by these brats.

Napoleon looked at the strange middle-aged man who came out and frowned.

"I don't seem to know you!"

Napoleon couldn't figure out what went wrong.

"Ha ha!"

The middle-aged man smiled.

"Forget it, I'll let you know how to die!"

The middle-aged man pointed his finger at Nala.

The targeted Nala immediately waved her hands in panic when she saw this.

"Boss, I didn't betray you! He is framing you!"

Nala said hurriedly.

Murat and Davout looked at Nala with confusion in their eyes.

Nala and them had grown up together and were extremely close, so how could they betray them.

Even if he wants to betray, he will tell them.

How could he betray alone.

Napoleon's eyes were still fierce.

"He is right, he did not betray you, but the information he found a beggar to deliver to the Dragon King's Palace in the afternoon did not fall into the hands of the king, but in my hands!"

The middle-aged man took out a piece of paper.

Unfolded, the transaction content and time were clearly written on the note.

Napoleon suddenly understood.

This matter was exposed in the Dragon King Palace.

In other words, people from the Dragon King Palace are also involved in Jeff's business.

For a moment, Napoleon felt a little desperate.

Our own people sell their own compatriots.

But their officials are secretly covering up the situation in private.

Although Napoleon doesn't look like a fishman, he grew up on Fishman Island and has always recognized himself as a fishman.

I also have a sense of belonging to the fish people.

But at this moment, his belief collapsed.

The middle-aged man was very proud to see the defeated look on Napoleon's face.

He also laughed wildly.

But Jeff next to him had a stiff face, but he also smiled stiffly.

But the unwilling look in his eyes still revealed his ambition and unwillingness.

And at the moment when the middle-aged man laughed wildly and Jeff was slightly distracted.

Napoleon, who originally looked defeated, suddenly moved.

The watermelon knife in his hand was swung down quickly.

He slashed directly at Jeff's right hand holding the gun.

"what!"

The severe pain in his right wrist instantly made Jeff unable to hold the gun steady.

Fall straight down.

Napoleon took it instantly.

The gun head turned around instantly.

Put your hand on the trigger.

He quickly aimed at Jeff and the middle-aged man beside him and pulled the trigger.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

Several gunshots rang out.

It instantly caught everyone in the private room off guard.

Murat and the other three stood still.

The fishmen holding machetes around them have not yet reacted.

Opposite Napoleon, Jeff and the middle-aged fishman had fallen into a pool of blood.

"you!"

The middle-aged fishman raised his finger with difficulty and pointed at Napoleon, while looking at Jeff who was also shot in disbelief.

The eyes seemed to say.

"Why is your gun in his hand?"

next second.

The middle-aged man was killed directly.

Fortunately, Jeff quickly kicked the ground with the soles of his feet and quickly fell off the sofa.

Napoleon's marksmanship was not good. It was good to be able to pull the trigger when he touched a gun for the first time.

As for the accurate aim, you just had three seconds to empty the magazine, and you still want to aim accurately?

Jeff was shot in the lower abdomen, right arm and left shoulder, and immediately lost all resistance.

After Napoleon pulled the trigger, he saw that he could no longer fire bullets.

He picked up the watermelon knife and rushed forward.

"Stop him quickly!"

Jeff subconsciously raised his arms to protect his body and head.

shouted.

The fishman in the nearby box finally reacted.

"Quick, protect the boss!"

The surrounding fishmen immediately gave up on Murat and the other three and rushed towards Napoleon.

Everything happens in a flash of lightning.

The chaos around them finally woke up the three of them.

"What should I do, brother?"

Dawu said eagerly.

"What to do? Of course kill!"

Murat directly lifted a chair and threw it at the nearest enemy.

"Quickly, fight out with big brother!"

Murat shouted to the two of them.

After hearing this, Davout and Nala directly picked up a nearby chair and smashed it over.

The 100-meter-sized private room instantly became a mess.

Napoleon holds a watermelon knife in his right hand.

He held Jeff's body as a shield with his left hand.

Slashing left and right, killing in all directions.

That small body burst out with infinite power.

He bravely endured everyone's attacks and fought his way out.

Many fishmen fell on both sides.

And Jeff in his hands was already dead.

A stab in the chest killed him on the spot.

But the surrounding chaos didn't make anyone aware that Jeff was dead.

Seeing that the boss was in the opponent's hands, using it as a shield, he was a little hesitant to make a move, for fear of hurting the boss.

Napoleon held Jeff in his hand and slowly approached Murat and the others.

The four of them stood back to back, dealing with the many fishmen around them.

"Boss, it's great!"

Davout roared, and the blood stains on his body seemed to be bathed in blood.

This boss yelled with willingness.

"Brothers, fight out!"

The corners of Napoleon's mouth raised, and coupled with the blood on his cheeks, he looked sinister and terrifying.

"Hurry, hand over the boss!"

The action in the private room is getting bigger and bigger, attracting more and more members of the Wild Wolf Gang.

After hearing that the boss was arrested.

One by one, they were filled with righteous indignation and rushed forward with weapons.

"Hahahaha, I want your boss, give it to you!"

Napoleon laughed with blood on his face, looked at Jeff who was like a dead dog in his hand, and threw him away.

"Boss!"

Upon seeing this, the members of the Wild Wolf Gang quickly and cautiously caught it.

But after letting it go.

"No, the boss is dead!"

The younger brother looked at the knife wound on the boss's chest and stopped breathing, and said in shock and anger.

"Kill, kill him, avenge the boss, whoever kills him will be the boss!"

The loyal younger brother raised his knife and shouted.

Originally, Napoleon wanted to use Jeff's death to lower their morale, but he didn't expect that someone would try this trick.

This immediately excited the gang members.

"Kill, avenge the boss!"

Many people rushed forward with red eyes.

As for whether one of them is more revengeful or wants to be the boss, it is unknown.

"Damn it!"

Murat cursed secretly.

"Don't panic, just follow me. Even if you die, I will be the first to die!"

Napoleon picked up the knife that fell on the ground with his left hand, clenched the watermelon knife with his right hand, and rushed forward.

Completely ignoring the weapons around him, he opened and closed directly.