The Evil Generation of Pirates

On March 25, the contradictions reached their limit, and the final desperate conflict was about to begin.Mobile terminal m..

The sky was covered with dark clouds throughout the afternoon, and bursts of dull thunder could be heard.Unsurprisingly, there will be a heavy downpour in the afternoon or evening. This heavy rain will be the best cover for the fierce battle between the two sides.

This battle that will overturn Bechus Island needs such a heavy rain to cover up.Everyone hopes that when the rain stops, the fighting will end, and everything will be as if it never happened, with all the marks washed away by the rain.The loser disappears from everyone's memory, and the winner controls everything.

Sheriff Alvaradin also transferred another city guard responsible for maintaining town security. The number of troops he surrounded Inspector Jason's mansion once reached 800.As for Yamos, he arranged to replace the city guard tonight to protect the safety of the town and eliminate all opportunists who dared to try to cause trouble today.

Inspector Jason did not sit still and wait for death. The number of thugs he supported plus the remnants of the Sea Rat Gang totaled more than 500. In terms of military strength, the gap between the two sides was not large.

Both sides were ready. Alvaradin evacuated the civilians in the surrounding three blocks in the name of exterminating criminals. At five o'clock in the afternoon, he wore a serious military uniform and surrounded the closed door of the Censor Jason's mansion with three city guards. .

"Rumble..." The thunder gradually sounded, and a shower was coming.

Alvaradin held the hilt of the knife at his waist and stared coldly ahead. A group of subordinates also stood upright with guns in hand, full of murderous intent.

At this time, there were three people talking in the administrative hall.These three people are the chief executive, Count Carladin, his uncle, the priest Kleist, and the president of Francis Newspapers, Locke Shriver.

"I always feel a little uneasy today." Kalradin said, his body was bloated and he was wrapped in a thick coat.

His uncle, Kleist, who is now in his early 60s, looks a little reserved in his seat, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling. He has been acting like this abnormally in front of Karl Latin recently, which makes Karl Latin thought his uncle had been ill recently.

Locke Shriver was very leisurely. He had one leg crossed, one hand on the back of the chair, and a cigarette in the other hand. He did not have the fear of a businessman meeting the chief executive: "Oh, it's just a heavy rain. Your Majesty, you don't have to." So nervous."

"No, it's a terrible overcast day. I have an ominous premonition." Kaldin shook his head, still looking uncomfortable.

"You are worrying too much. Master Kleist is a priest. You can ask him about the situation." Rock Shriver said with a joking look on his face.

Kalradin looked at his uncle Kleist. With this look, Kleist, who originally felt restrained, became even more nervous. His face was a little embarrassed, but he still managed to show a reassuring smile: "It's okay, I just have the next meeting today. It rained heavily."

"Yeah, it's just going to rain heavily." Rock Shriver took a puff of cigarette and said meaningfully, "Bechus Island shouldn't have seen such heavy rain for a long time. Maybe it's the weather. Gift, will our Bechus Island be reborn after the rain?"

Kalradin felt that Rock Shriver's words were a bit awkward, but he didn't pay too much attention to them.

"Come on, Earl of Kaladin, let's have a drink." Rock Shriver behaved quite leisurely, always steadily controlling the atmosphere in the chamber. He raised his glass and invited Kaladin.

Both Kalradin and Kleist raised their glasses, and Kaldin smiled: "Thank you for your generosity."

"You're welcome, this is what we businessmen should give back to our hometown." Rock Shriver smiled elegantly, and then took a sip of his wine.

Today, Rock Shriver donated [-] million berries to the City Hall in the name of the Francis Chamber of Commerce for the maintenance of public facilities.This move won Carradine's favor, which is why the three of them met here to drink.

"How come there is no news about Alvaradin and Jason recently? They haven't come to report for a few days." Carladin said casually. In fact, it was a good thing for him that a few people did not come to report. Too lazy to deal with complicated official duties.

"These days are the most prosperous period for maritime trade. You two must be busy." Lockshriver answered Carl Radin's question, "After these days are over, your political achievements will probably improve again."

This question was asked by Carl Radin to his uncle Kleist. Unexpectedly, Rock Shriver answered his question first.Not only was his answer similar to his own guess, but things about political achievements were also his favorite things to hear, and he felt no discomfort at all.

Kleist then echoed Rock Shriver's words, which made Kaldin even more relieved.

The clock on one wall of the chamber was ticking, Rock Shriver was smoking slowly, and the hall was quite quiet.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a thunder resounded across the sky and the earth.

The dazzling light of lightning projected through the glass, illuminating the meeting hall and making Rock Shriver's face look even paler.

"Scared me!" Kaldin put his hand on his chest.

Rock Shriver was bland and unresponsive.

Soon, there was a rustling sound of rain outside, and the sound of rain became more intense, which meant that the rain outside was rapidly expanding.The windows of the conference hall were violently beaten by raindrops, and the conference hall suddenly became dark again.

Rock Shriver raised his head and glanced at the clock. It was seven o'clock exactly, and the cigarette in his hand had just burned to the holder.He exhaled softly, crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, stood up and straightened the collar of his suit: "It's raining, I should go back."

"Ah? It's raining so heavily, do you have to wait any longer?" Rock Shriver's sudden farewell caught Kaldin off guard.

"No, thank you Earl for your warm hospitality. Let's have a nice drink next time." Rock Shriver bowed to Kaladin in a gentlemanly manner.

When it came to this, Carl Radin naturally couldn't force Rock Shriver to stay. He could only nod his head with a concerned look: "Be careful on the road."

"Thank you." Rock Shriver nodded slightly, then left his seat and came to Kleist's side. He naturally put his hand on Kleist's shoulder. Kleist's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. After a moment, "Then I'll leave the earl to your care. I'll take my leave first."

Rock Shriver walked straight out of the chamber and walked to the door of the city hall from the side.It was raining heavily outside, and the rainwater on the ground seemed to be dancing wildly. Rock Shriver slowed down and put his hands in his trouser pockets to watch the scene.

Two men, also dressed in black, held a black umbrella and covered Rock Shriver's head.

The group of people descended the three flights of stairs and walked on the deserted and deserted streets, gradually disappearing.

Kalradin and Kleist watched in the city hall. After Lockshriver disappeared from their sight, the two went upstairs to rest in a warmer and more comfortable room.However, Kleist, who seemed to be hiding something in his mind, paused again before following the Carladin Building. His thoughtful face once again faced the outside of the city hall, his eyes staring in one direction far away, as if he wanted to see through something. .

At the same time, there is the Yamos office on the fourth floor of the Francis Chamber of Commerce base office building.There were three people standing in front of the huge window, looking deeply at the pouring rain outside.

The young man in the middle was wearing a white shirt and tie. His suit was thrown on the sofa. He looked like he had just finished work.The man on his left holds two swords at his waist and is dressed in a capable and cold military uniform. The man on his right has a strong build, a hooked nose, and a resolute face.

"The rain is quite heavy." Yamos said calmly.

He held a cigarette between his slender fingers, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his forearm, looking calm and at ease.

"Isn't this just right?" Dorat on the left said coldly. The military uniform he was wearing at the moment was a specially customized uniform for the escort. The clothes were not too complicated. The overall color was black and red, with black boots and high heels. The collar and black-red belt make Dolat's body look more upright.

"Ha." Yamos grinned, took a puff of cigarette, and stared out the window with his deep eyes.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and Derek, who had been silent just now, walked towards the door.He was wearing a dark blue pair today, and the tone was actually quite similar to Dorat. Originally, Drake was stationed at the Plunder Port to guard the Ganis Channel, but today was too important for him to come back.He opened the door and saw Rock Shriver with a joking smile on his face.

Derek closed the door, and the two came to Yamos.

"Administrator Carl Latin is being monitored by Kleist, so no news can get through. We can rest assured." Rock Shriver said.

"Okay." Yamos pulled out a cigarette for Locke Shriver, and then lit it for him himself, "Will you come too later?"

"Of course, don't underestimate me." Rock Shriver squinted his eyes and took a puff of cigarette. He opened the corner of his suit, revealing a finely crafted fire gun on his waist.

Yamos, who had always been very calm, showed a smile again. He turned around again, with one hand in his trouser pocket and still holding a cigarette in the other: "Wait a little longer, wait for the report from the front."

The four of them stood silently by the window, watching the rainstorm coming and listening to the raging wind, feeling as calm as ever.They had been preparing for this day for more than two months. It was finally time for this island, which had been regarded as a treasure before they arrived, to change hands.

Yamos smoked one cigarette after another, and the time went from 07:30 to eight o'clock.The phone rang at eight o'clock. He took out his hand from his trouser pocket and answered the phone. There was the sound of rain and a particularly calm voice: "President, the fight between Alvaradin and Jason has begun."

"Ah... it's begun." Yamos took a deep breath.

The phone hangs up.

The four of them still stood there motionless. At 08:30, the call came again. It was the same intelligence officer: "President, the battle has reached a fever pitch. Currently, Alvaradin has the advantage. Jason and the others Retreat to the mansion.”

"Okay." Yamos exhaled a puff of smoke, "You can retreat and continue to monitor the area around this neighborhood."

"Understood." A brief reply came back from the other side.

The phone was hung up again. Yamos seemed to be thinking about something. He looked out the window absently. Finally, he laughed, took half of the cigarette into his hand, crushed it, turned around and walked towards the door, picking up the cigarette along the way. He put his suit on the sofa and got dressed while walking.

Rock Shriver, Dolat, and Drake looked at each other and followed quickly.They knew the real battle was about to begin.

The four of them went downstairs and walked to the door of the lobby on the first floor of the building.Yamos put on his suit, but undone it, thus exposing his white shirt underneath, and stopped at the door.

He glanced at the guards lined up in front of the gate, all wearing black raincoats and black shoes, their necks covered by collars.Each of the 400-person escort was equipped with a long knife and a fire gun. After such a long period of training by Dolat, they looked cold and solemn, like newly sharpened swords.

"Yamos." Drake called after Yamos.

Yamos turned his head and reached out, taking the sword from Derek's hand that had not been unsheathed for at least a week.I put on my raincoat again, and with the brim of the raincoat protecting me from the rain, I once again smoked a cigarette.

The air was a bit humid at this time, and it took his third time to light the cigarette with his lighter.He took a sip and spit it out.The faint smoke quickly disappeared without a trace after rushing into the rain curtain. Yamos stretched his neck and went down the steps.

Rock Shriver, Dolat, and Drake followed closely behind.

The four of them walked to the room between the escorts. The escorts retreated to both sides in an orderly manner, making way for them.Yamos and his group walked through unimpeded and headed towards the gate of the Chamber of Commerce base.

After the four of them passed through the team, the team gathered together and followed the four of them.

Yamos took the lead at the front, carrying Qinggui who was soaked by the rain in one hand, and walked very fast.Behind him, Dolat and Drake had expressionless faces, while Rock Shriver's face was filled with excited joy.

The team of 400 people stepped on the ground in unison behind them. The sound of footsteps was so shocking even in the rain.

"Da da da……"

This sharp blade filled with murderous intent advanced towards the neighborhood where Alvaradin and Jason fought fiercely at night.Their speed was not very fast, because Yamos at the front was keeping the speed. He did not show impatience or laziness, everything seemed just right.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the neighborhood, where even with the deafening thunder and heavy rain, fierce roars and gunshots could still be clearly heard.

Yamos stopped, still holding a half-burned cigarette in his mouth.

Dorat raised one arm behind him, and the escort immediately divided into four teams when they saw him raising his arm.Two of its teams trotted to the left and right, with two more teams staying behind them.

Amos looked at Inspector Jason's mansion, which was about 300 meters away from him, and saw that Alvaradin's city guards had almost breached the gate of the mansion, and Alvaradin was about to rush in with the remaining troops and kill them. .

He reached out and pulled back the hood of his raincoat. The rain instantly soaked the cigarette in his mouth and his broken hair. He opened his mouth slightly, and the wet and loose cigarette fell to the ground.Within a few seconds, Yamos's eyes were cold, and his white, knuckled hand pulled Qinggui out of the scabbard. His other hand let go, and the scabbard fell to the ground.

Dolat and Drake also each drew their weapons, while Rock Shriver held the handle of the gun at his waist. The guards behind them also drew out their long knives in unison, each cold and sharp. Under the illumination of the moonlight, the knife looked even more chilly.

They were ready, no one spoke, they were all waiting for Yamos to give the order.

Yamos didn't speak. He held Qinggui in his hand, and rainwater flowed down Qinggui's sword. He walked towards Inspector Jason's mansion, showing everything with his actions.

His speed became faster and faster, and finally everyone also speeded up their pace, dull and orderly, like death scythes gathering straw in the rain at night, marching towards the killing together.

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