Reborn As a Pirate

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The cabin door creaked open from the inside, and was only half-closed cautiously, revealing the bright lights and luxurious decorations in the cabin, and of course, the pale and frightened face of little Mara.

Uncle... Uncle?

Lao Ma's complexion has been drawing negative lines today, breaking through the ugly bottom line again and again, which will even reach the point where people are at a loss for words.

Uncle Mo Ruo, who knows his nephew.

He knew the little Mara's temperament and taste very well, and even with a vague glance, he could tell that this unsightly cabin was completely decorated according to the little Mara's taste.

The thick hand-woven floral carpet, the table cabinet, the clock, all of them reveal a well-maintained oldness, which is exactly the same as the private study of Mara in the Port Authority Villa.

There were even bullet holes in the back of the single sofa!

Old Mala clearly remembers that on the 23rd birthday of little Mara, he asked a craftsman to make an identical sofa for him as a gift, which he regarded as a treasure.

A few days ago, Ma La sent a letter saying that the back of the sofa was shot with a bullet hole in the distance by the hunters. Who knows that even the bullet hole was copied to this cabin intact!

How meticulous that must be!

By this time, Old Mala was finally convinced that he had fully sorted out the current situation.

Second Lieutenant Lopez was obviously innocent. No kidnapper would spend a lot of money to build such a luxurious cell. The money and time needed to customize these furniture were too much for Lopez to bear.

That means everything Lopez said is true.

Little Mara, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, has arranged a shelter for himself several years in advance, and his actions are so secret that even his uncle has never heard of it.

Of course, Ma La may have rarely used this refuge room before, but she has been attacked one after another recently, and the feeling of precarity has been strangled around Ma La's neck for a long time, until last night when the pirates invaded and Ma La finally collapsed .

He hides himself. Neither the visit of his uncle nor the slander of important officers under his command could convince him to get out of this seemingly safe place of self-imprisonment.

despicable! inability!

But……

Old Mala sighed deeply in his heart.

The Mara family has a small population. There are three brothers in their generation. They are all ready to serve in the army, politics and business, but the only descendant who has truly lived to adulthood is the only one, the little Mara.

Sooner or later, the title of the family will need him to inherit, and the three brothers will also need him to support them in their later years.

With such an irreplaceable position, even if he is incompetent, what can he do?

Thinking of this, the old horse lost his spirits.

He looked at little Mara sullenly: You have been hiding yourself here?

Uh... huh?

Since when?

Despicable Torre... By the way, Torresias contacted the pirates to attack San Carlos. Colonel Oviedo was assassinated. I fled to the ship and hid here.

Pony Mara spoke lines with great emotion in a stick-reading tone, and stumbled from time to time because of insufficient preparation.

In the eyes of Lao Ma, these unconventional behaviors have become the performance of his nephew who is unable to support the wall with mud, and he hates iron for being weak.

Your ship was boarded and attacked by a large number of pirates last night. When your subordinates fought bloody battles, did you hide here?

My ship was attacked by pirates? Little Mara asked back in surprise, and immediately seemed to remember something, and looked at Lorraine with a guilty conscience, Rul, you didn't tell me?

Ruhr? Old Mara was taken aback.

Lorraine rolled his eyes and blatantly expressed his dissatisfaction: Mr. Captain, I am Lopez, not that damn Ruhr who only knows how to flatter, even if we look alike! If one day you I would be very, very grateful if you didn't mispronounce my name.

The old Mara looked at the little Mara in disbelief: You don't even remember your second officer's name?

Uh...really? Sweat was dripping from Mara's forehead, his eyes were evasive, Lu... Lopez, we were attacked last night?

Yes, and the rudder was broken. I told you all about that when you had your second brandy.

Did you report it? No, we even broke the rudder?

We have been rescued by the Prosperous Age, sir. It's just that most of the people on board died. Poor Ruhr, even the corpses were fed to the sharks.

Lorraine answered fluently, and little Mara was ignorant and stupid. The dialogue between the two created a heroic scene of bloody battle in the old Mara's heart, which made him suspect that the San Carlos might not be without combat power. When lost, they were braver and more fearless than any ship the old Marat had ever commanded.

This realization embarrasses Old Mara.

He gritted his teeth and let out a low growl from the depths of his throat: Enough, come out with me!

Uh... Little Mara hesitated again with his erratic eyes.

The old horse was jumping with blue veins: Why, even if you see me, you don't want to get out of it?

No, uncle, that...

Sir! Lorraine interrupted suddenly, Business matters, I will have Miss Siros look after her.

Si... Syros? Miss?

Looking at the secretive expression on the little Ma La's face, the old Ma Ma finally decided to completely abandon his self-cultivation, completely, without leaving anything behind!

You actually brought a woman with you when you fled! You didn't care about the bravery of your subordinates, you were disrespectful to the superior's visit, and you only wanted to accompany a woman! Nizi!

He raised his foot and kicked open the cabin door, and Lorraine avoided it without a trace.

Seeing that he was about to enter the cabin, Governor Hawthorne, who had been watching from the sidelines from the beginning to the end, suddenly said: Lal, take five people with you to protect the admiral.

One of the many gunmen should be, with five people, guarding the old horse that was completely out of control, and walked into the cabin one by one.

A strange musty smell lingers.

The old Mara frowned and searched in the cabin, but he didn't see any women at all. Instead, there were three men hiding against the walls on both sides of the cabin door, less than half a meter away from the little Mara.

A bearded man with a sawtooth black blade in his hand, an Indian with a dangling arm and a big ax on his shoulder, and a burly man like a white bear with a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, the sharp blade gleamed coldly.

Lal, who was guarding the side, reacted the fastest among the crowd.

His complexion changed drastically, and he raised his hand and raised his gun: Bao...

Blackbeard moved!

Lifting his legs, taking a step, his fat body slid in a circle, swung the black blade lightly, and slashed at Lal's waist with all his strength.

Lal wasn't even cut in half.

He was slashed with a machete, but it was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. His whole body was folded in half and flew out backwards, hitting the wall of the cabin with a bang.

Welcome to the birdcage, my lord!

The hatch closed with a sound, click!

The old Mara looked at the little Mara dumbfounded: Francisco, this is...

Little Ma Ma laughed miserably: I thought you could see my warning, uncle, you really think...

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