Assassin’s Adventure

The three-point document that the Duke handed over, of course, included the Gordon's privateer's order, the arms trade agreement, and the documents on the transfer of the navy in the Caribbean Sea.

Although His Majesty George looks dull, he is still very careful about these documents.

"Who is Evan Gordon? Strange, did you bring it here?"

"Your Majesty, I am Captain Evan Gordon."

George looked at the young man carefully. He looked pretty good, with no strange attire, decent manners, and no tattoos, just like the aristocratic youth in London.

"Evan Gordon, are you willing to be loyal to the British royal family and become a privateer's captain?"

"Of course, Your Majesty, this is my wish."

Gordon's humble tone made His Majesty George very satisfied, and then he signed his name on the privateer's license.

When the three of them left the palace, Gordon already had several eye-catching documents in his hands, as for Jon.

Jon has been reinstated by the Duke as a lieutenant in the Royal Navy and ordered him to follow and supervise Captain Gordon's exploration of El Dorado.

"Gordon, we actually met the Duke and His Majesty the King just now, haha, we can play for a long time when we go back."

Coolidge was in a state of dementia anyway, and of course he didn't have anything to talk about. He was supposed to meet a big man. After living in England for so many years, he had never seen a king so close.

"Why don't you continue sailing with me, and there is still a chance to be received by a big man." Gordon's words were full of bewitching, but they caught Coolidge's vigilant gaze.

"I refuse, you can't tell me."

"Don't you want to visit the El Dorado too?"

Coolidge hesitated, but when he thought of something, he was extremely firm: "I don't want to!"

"Captain Gordon, I'm curious how you know that I'm carrying the news of El Dorado." Jon spoke at this time. He had a feeling of being used throughout the whole process, with a questioning tone in his tone.

And Gordon just shrugged: "I think we should do business first, and then continue chatting while drinking at night."

For Gordon's proposal, Jon had no power to refute it at all, only human life followed.

After finding a carriage again, the three returned to the tavern. This time, Gordon called all the sailors directly, removed all the twelve-pounder cannons from the ship, pulled them with a flatbed carriage, and headed for the trade at the dock. After leaving, he has to re-prepare before setting sail and upgrade the Jackdaw.

Of course, these cannons only have the barrel, and the base does not need to be taken out.

He pushed open the door of a weapons store and looked at the cannonballs and cannons inside. Fortunately, he didn't see gunpowder, otherwise Gordon wouldn't dare to step into the door at all, because the boss was sitting inside and smoking a cigarette.

Looking at Gordon's decent attire, the boss turned his head again and continued to stare out the window in a daze: "What do you want?"

His tone was soft, but he didn't blame him. Most of the people wearing this kind of clothes were young people in London who wanted to buy a short gun to show off to their friends. It wasn't a big business.

Business is difficult. Since the end of the war, the trading volume of weapons has dropped a lot. He still doesn't have the courage to smuggle it to pirates like those profiteers. Although the profit is high, three people have already been hanged.

Gordon looked at these smaller-caliber cannons, none of which were comparable to the Jackdaw's, and then took a photo of an arms trade license on the table.

"Bring me a cannon with a larger caliber, gunpowder and shells!"

Only then did the boss realize that the person in front of him was a big business man, with a smile that filled his eyes instantly, then walked directly to the end of the room and pulled back the curtain.

"I recommend you this one, the 24-pounder fortress gun, which is favored by the garrison troops of the kingdom's fortresses. The three guns are a pirate ship!"

"..."

"Can't you? Look at this. The latest mortar produced by the Royal Arsenal has an ultra-long range and saturated coverage shooting, which is extremely lethal to deck sailors."

"There is also this 18-pound cannon, which is widely used in naval battleships. The disadvantage is that the rate of fire is a bit slow, and it may be troublesome to clear the gun chamber. It requires three gunners to operate normally..."

The owner of the weapons store tried his best to sell his weapons, looked at Gordon like a fat sheep, rubbed his hands, and waited for Gordon's final decision.

"16-pound cannons, thirty-four." Gordon was actually very jealous of that mortar, but the Jackdaw's hull was limited and there was nowhere to install it.

"OK, no problem at all, cannon and shells, if you still need gunpowder, it's about fifty thousand pounds!"

This price is completely fair. The average price is more than 1,000 pounds per cannon. Gordon is quite satisfied, but he is not ready to pay in full.

"I have thirty-four ninety percent new twelve-pounder cannons on board. I'm going to use them to offset part of the price. What do you think?"

"..."

"Boss, I'll pay you 40,000 pounds, okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There is no need to negotiate any more."

Gordon looked at the distorted expression of the owner of the weapons store, and he was fighting fiercely with himself in his heart. He didn't want to lose this order, but he didn't want to do business with Gordon. He even traded old things for new ones in the name of buying things!

Is this really bearable?

"Of course, haha, Captain, I need to send someone to check the depreciation of your cannons first."

"Don't bother, we actually brought it here. Alan, move a door over here."

"Good captain!"

Alan's response came from outside the door, and then four sailors walked in with an almost brand-new twelve-pounder cannon.

The cannons of the Jackdaw have been in use for less than two months, and they have relatively few opportunities to fire. Under the maintenance of the sailors, they are almost indistinguishable from new ones.

At this time, the owner of the weapon shop looked much better. If you use this kind of cannon in exchange, 10,000 pounds is already a very low price, but the premise is that you can make money by selling it.

The end result was that Gordon and the sailors left with sixteen-pound cannons, a lot of shells, and gunpowder—gunpowder was stored in a backlit underground warehouse.

Gordon waved to the owner of the weapon shop, saying that he would visit again next time. The atmosphere between the two was very friendly...

The sailors laboriously hoisted these cannons with the pulleys and winches on the ship, and then repositioned them. In an instant, the momentum of the whole ship was completely different. The cannons had a longer range and greater power, so that the Jackdaw had enough firepower. Catch up with the black pearl.

As for why the 16-pounder was chosen, the gun's rate of fire isn't slow, and it doesn't require more gunners to maneuver.

After all, the Jackdaw is not comparable to a warship, and there is not so much manpower consumption here.