Odin family of pirates

It's cloudy.

The strong wind came from the southwest, bringing the momentum of dark clouds to the town of Davao.

The cold front accompanied by dark clouds was blocked by the towering mountains, making the stronghold at the foot of the mountains look particularly eerie.

Despite the weather, it still couldn't stop groups of people from continuing to gather. They stood at the edge of the second area near the mountains to observe the battle. Those who were brave stood closer.

No matter where you are, watching the excitement is one of the characteristics deeply embedded in people's genes.

At this time, two black formations were clearly formed in the open space.

It can be clearly seen that the Jem Gang has a larger number of people than the coalition forces of the Black Hand Gang and the Butch Gang. There are nearly 150 people, while the opposite party has less than a hundred people. The number alone is already a disadvantage.

In addition, the front row of the Jem Gang is equipped with flintlock spears, and the dark hole points to the opposite side, causing great pressure on the opponent.

"Where did they get all those guns?"

Among the spectators, an obviously imposing old man frowned with displeasure on his face.

In order to prevent the slums from falling out of control, he had reached a consensus with the town's business community to try to prevent guns and ammunition from flowing into the three major blocks to ensure that the town had an absolute advantage in force.

"Except for those shady rats in the black market, I'm afraid no one else dares to disobey your order, mayor, right?" A burly man beside the old man responded.

At this time, the best viewing area was occupied by three parties: the mayor and the town guards; the senior executives and guards of various trading companies; and the alliance of black market middlemen.

The mayor frowned upon hearing this, and glanced thoughtfully at the location of the Black Market Alliance not far away from the corner of his eye.

The group of people in the black market had no real conflict of interest with him, and the forces behind them were entangled and complicated. It was hard to say whether they would encounter any difficult characters. It was best not to provoke each other as much as possible.

However, how could a remote and oil-free island like Davao attract a group of black market middlemen?

Seeing that the mayor didn't speak, the burly man secretly made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Would you like..."

"No, the forces behind the opponent are unknown." The mayor shook his head repeatedly.

"But your nephew is a second lieutenant of the 153rd branch of the Navy. Can the forces behind those rats be more powerful than the Navy?"

The old man's nephew is a naval ensign, which is why he was re-elected as the mayor.

"Haha, what do you think is a mouse?" The mayor sneered.

"The rats are endless. If you fail to eradicate them, you will be subject to crazy retaliation. What's more, since we deviate from the main sea route, the navy will not guard our small island of little strategic significance at all times."

The big man said nothing more, but he felt from the bottom of his heart that the mayor was too cautious.

boom!

Gunshots sounded suddenly.

"Look, let's start!"

A faintly excited voice came out from nowhere, causing everyone to turn their attention to the battlefield.

The Jem Gang stepped forward and fired a round of volleys, hoping to intimidate the opponent, but the effect was not as good as expected.

I saw the front row of the coalition forces of the Black Hand Gang and the Buji Gang, erecting shields to block most of the gunpowder and lead bullet offensive.

The middle of the shield is a layer of wood, and the outermost is strong linen, with leaves, cotton and other buffering debris sandwiched in the middle, which has a good inhibitory effect on the impact of lead bullets.

"This young man named Meisner has something..."

The speaker was the president of Luye Trading Company, and standing beside him was his recently promoted supervisor, Jack.

"Yes, she doesn't look older than my daughter, but she is much better than my insignificant girl." A rosy middle-aged man with a rich face said with emotion.

"Haha, a girl's family should enjoy happiness. Wouldn't it be great to directly take over your White Cat Trading Company in the future!" President Luye said teasingly.

"Hahahaha!" President Bai Mao smiled but said nothing, but anyone could hear the acquiescence implicit in this smile.

At this moment, he didn't notice the gloom in the eyes of the butler beside him.

"Kloe, she will have to rely on you for more help in the future."

"With pleasure, my lord."

The butler saluted respectfully.

……

Within two rounds of volleys, the two sides had already begun to engage in hand-to-hand combat. In this chaotic battle, the extremely slow-replacement flintlock guns had lost their effect.

In this kind of fight involving hundreds of people, the decisive factor often lies in the number of people and weapons, and the Jem Gang has two major advantages at the same time, so it naturally has the upper hand.

Unless the opponent suddenly joins with high-end combat power, the situation is decided.

But in a slum on a remote island, there aren't that many experts to dig into, and there can only be four out of a dozen.

Jem, Meisner, Sam, Butch...

"Booge!"

Sam looked at the person who suddenly stood in front of him and was overjoyed: "You're not dead?"

Butch shook his head silently. He wore cat ears similar to Sam's on his head and was fat.

"Quick, tell your people to stop, let's destroy the Black Hand Gang together!"

"No, Sam, Meisner saved me, I want to help him."

Butch and Sam have opposite personalities, cruel but not cunning, irritable but kind.

"You're crazy. Do you know how terrifying the man behind the Jem Gang is! I didn't even see him..."

"Stop it, Sam."

Butch passed by Sam, made a cat-killing jump, and easily killed three people after landing.

This was probably the first time the cat brothers had a disagreement.

Meisner is a swordsman prodigy, and he is also a murderous genius. Each move is violent but also contains beauty, and is extremely efficient, as if he is creating a work of art.

Coupled with the help of Buji, who is good at strength, the disadvantage began to reverse or even equalize.

In this case, it is difficult to predict which side will win. It is more likely that both sides will suffer losses. This is exactly the result that the mayor and trading companies want to see...

But it wasn't what Crowe wanted to see.

"waste!"

Crowe raised his wrist and adjusted his glasses slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

This link in the slums is quite important to him, and it is also an important route for him to gain access to the power behind the middlemen, so he cannot afford to miss it.

He had had enough of everything on this island, had enough of the cage-like town, had enough of the feeling of being constrained by order, and had enough of the useless president above him.

I have worked hard for many years to help White Cat Trading Company develop into one of the top companies in the town, but in the end, I have to take advantage of a rich girl who knows nothing!

So he decided as early as a year ago.

Go to sea and become a pirate!

Not for that ridiculously big treasure, nor for being famous in the sea and being chased by seagulls... but for freedom, freedom, that damn but delicious freedom!

But he doesn't want to be that kind of little thief who lives day by day. If he wants to be, he should be that big and powerful pirate.

He needs a plan, a goal.

And this is exactly what he is good at.

Secretly unifying the lawless land, openly inheriting the White Cat Trading Company, and finally connecting with the arms group behind the black market...

In this way, he has people, money, and weapons.

But there was a lot of planning, but no one expected that Meisner's level of mistakes would happen.

For this reason, he even wanted to personally solve this unknown cancer.

But as soon as he stepped into the third block, he felt as if he was being targeted by some kind of wild beast, making him breathless and unable to move even an inch forward.

In the end, they had to rely on a decisive battle and prepared a large number of firearms and weapons for the Jem Gang.

But that idiot Jem actually shot with his shield on his head. Was he playing a target shooting game?

It just blew him up.

At this point, I couldn't care less about being exposed, so I had no choice but to take action myself...

Crowe looked at the bag beside him, which contained his equipment.

Just as he was about to open the bag, new changes suddenly appeared on the battlefield.