Pirates: Building a Pirate Family

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

He was holding a mermaid in his arms, looking at everything in the field in a drunken state.

"Hey, my friend, did you catch those people?"

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

Jeff showed disdain in his eyes, but still greeted him with a smile.

"Sir, they are just a few ignorant kids. I wasted so much preparation!"

Jeff looked at Napoleon and the other four and said disdainfully.

"Oh? Just these four little ghosts, I thought someone was targeting us, which scared me. I don't want to lose this business."

The middle-aged man stared at Napoleon and the other three with murderous intent in his eyes.

If these people hadn't been on duty today, they might have been messed up by these little ghosts.

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

"I don't seem to know you!"

Napoleon couldn't figure out what went wrong.

"Haha!"

The middle-aged man smiled.

"Forget it, let you die with a clear mind!"

The middle-aged man pointed his finger at Nara.

Nara, who was pointed at, immediately waved his hands in panic.

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

Nara said hurriedly.

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

Nara and they grew up together and were very close. How could he betray?

Even if he wanted to betray, he would 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 pass to the Dragon King's Palace in the afternoon did not fall into the hands of the king, but with me!"

The middle-aged man took out a note.

Unfolding it, the content and time of the transaction were clearly written on the note.

Napoleon suddenly realized it.

This matter was exposed to the Dragon King Palace.

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

In an instant, Napoleon felt a little desperate.

Their own people were selling their compatriots.

And their officials were secretly covering up in private.

Although Napoleon did not look like a fishman, he grew up on Fishman Island and always recognized himself as a fishman.

He also felt a sense of belonging to the fishmen.

But at this moment, his faith collapsed.

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

He laughed wildly.

But Jeff's face was very stiff, but he also pulled a stiff smile.

But the look in his eyes that was unwilling to lag behind still exposed his ambition and unwillingness.

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

Napoleon, who was originally gray, moved instantly.

The machete in his hand swung down quickly.

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

"Ah!"

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

It fell directly.

Napoleon caught it instantly.

The gun head turned instantly.

He put his hand on the trigger.

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

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!

Several gunshots rang out.

Everyone in the private room was caught off guard instantly.

Murat and the other two stood there in a daze.

The fishmen holding machetes around him had not reacted yet.

Jeff and the middle-aged fishman opposite Napoleon had already fallen in a pool of blood.

"You!"

The middle-aged fishman raised his hand with difficulty and pointed at Napoleon, and looked at Jeff who was also shot with disbelief.

His eyes seemed to say.

"Why is your gun in his hand?"

The next second.

The middle-aged man was killed directly.

Jeff was lucky enough to quickly push off the ground and fall off the sofa.

Napoleon's marksmanship was not good. It was his first time to touch a gun, so it was good enough that he could pull the trigger.

As for the accuracy, he emptied the magazine in three seconds just now, and he still wanted accuracy?

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

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

He picked up the machete and rushed over.

"Stop him!"

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

He shouted.

The fishmen in the nearby box finally reacted.

"Quick, protect the boss!"

The fishmen around him gave up Murat and the other two and rushed towards Napoleon.

Everything happened in a flash.

The chaos around them finally woke up Murat and the other two.

"What should I do, brother?"

Dawu said eagerly.

"What to do? Kill him, of course!"

Mura picked up a chair and smashed it on the nearest enemy.

"Quick, fight your way out with Big Brother!"Murat shouted at the two.

Dawu and Nara picked up a nearby chair and threw it at them.

The 100-meter-long private room was in chaos.

Napoleon held a machete in his right hand.

He used Jeff's body as a shield in his left hand.

He slashed left and right, killing people everywhere.

The small body burst out with infinite power.

He bravely fought his way out of the bloody road against the attacks of the crowd.

Many fishmen fell on both sides.

And Jeff in his hand had already died.

A knife in the chest killed him on the spot.

But the chaos around did not make people realize that Jeff was dead.

Seeing that the boss was in the hands of the other party, he was a little hesitant to act, fearing that he would hurt the boss.

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

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

"Boss, cool!"

Dawu roared, and the blood on his body was like bathing in blood.

The boss shouted willingly.

"Brothers, kill!"

Napoleon's mouth corners raised, and with the blood on his cheeks, he looked eerie and terrifying.

"Quick, hand over the boss!"

The action in the private room became more and more intense, attracting more and more members of the Wild Wolf Gang.

When they heard that the boss was caught.

They were filled with righteous indignation and rushed up with weapons.

"Hahaha, if you want your boss, give it to you!"

Napoleon laughed with blood all over his face, looking at Jeff, who was like a dead dog in his hand, and threw him out directly.

"Boss!"

Seeing this, the members of the Wild Wolf Gang hurriedly caught it carefully.

But when they put it down.

"No, the boss is dead!"

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

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

A loyal younger brother shouted with a knife.

Originally, Napoleon wanted to use Jeff's death to hit their morale, but he didn't expect someone to play this trick.

This directly excited the gang members.

"Kill, avenge the boss!"

Many people rushed up with red eyes.

As for whether they wanted more revenge or wanted to be the boss, it was unknown.

"Damn it!"

Mura cursed inwardly.

"Don't panic, follow me, even if I die, I will be the first to die!"

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

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