Dewey drew a diagram of the cabin structure of CSC 931, which is one of the limited information that the Intelligence Analysis Division can provide.

"This dead glass, if you don't look for a duck, you have to find my head, and it will cause me trouble!"

The duck's drawing skills are quite good, if he can definitely draw the structure of the cabin beautifully, as for Dewey, the soul painter, that is, he can see the general appearance.

After finishing the painting, Dewey saw that it was really ugly, and he wanted to correct it, but he was afraid that the more he repaired, the worse it would be, so he simply threw the pen aside.

"Forget it, it's almost enough, can't you see what it is."

Dewey adjusted the strip of cloth that bound Stevenson so that he could only move with one hand, and plugged his mouth to wake him up.

Stevenson woke up from his coma and struggled to his feet when he saw Dewey.

But his whole body was tied to a chair by Dewey, and the chair of the tanker was fixed to the ground, so that he could not move a single bit.

Bang Bang Bang!

Dewey raised his hand and slapped him a few times, and then said coldly: "You're not good, do you want to die?" Don't try to provoke me, I'm not always so talkative. ”

These words were just said to Dewey by Stevenson not long ago, and now he returned them untouched.

But the difference is that the murderous spirit in Dewey's words is even stronger.

Pirates are also a profession that finds a life under gunpoint, and they are extremely sensitive to murderous aura, and Stevenson suddenly has a feeling that the man he is facing now, who he once called "Little Baby", has a murderous aura that is even stronger than the boss.

He knew that this kind of murderous aura was by no means something that ordinary people could have, and without hundreds of lives in his hands, he would not be able to exude such a strong murderous aura at all.

Stevenson shuddered involuntarily, his eyes were full of fear, he didn't dare to struggle any longer, and only one question echoed in his mind: "Who is he who sells cakes?!" ”

"I'm relieved to see that you are very sensible, so that my hands will not be contaminated by your filthy blood, now answer my question, if you dare to hide it, I will make life worse than death, I will do what I say."

Dewey pointed to the cabin structure diagram and asked, "Can you understand what this is?" ”

Stevenson's eyes widened for a long time, and he finally recognized what was drawn on it, and nodded vigorously.

"Now, mark me the locations of all your people." Dewey shoved the pen into Stevenson's hand.

Stevenson didn't mark it right away, but wrote in the blank space: "Will you let me go?" ”

"What do you think?" Dewey asked rhetorically with a smile.

Stevenson shook his head.

"That's right, I'm not going to let you go," Dewey admitted very frankly, "you must want to ask me now, why do you want to listen to me since I'm dead, right?" ”

Stevenson nodded in acknowledgement.

"It's easy, because if you tell me you're going to die a happy death, and if you don't, I'm going to make your death very painful, and I think you know I can do it." Dewey said coldly.

Stevenson's face suddenly turned pale, and of course he could imagine how many vicious moves this kind of killer would have to torture him.

"The choice is yours as you write it, but don't test my patience, I'll just give you ten seconds to think. Ten, nine, eight......"

As Dewey counted down word by word, the cold sweat on Stevenson's forehead continued to pour outward, gathering together and sliding down.

"Three, two......"

Before Dewey's last word could be uttered, Stevenson took his pen and marked it on the picture.

Soon, Stevenson had finished marking, and Dewey swept his gaze, marking a total of twenty-one people, a few more than the duck had gotten.

It seems that Stevenson seems to be obedient, but Dewey knows that it may not be, and he is likely to deliberately overbid the number of people, or even deliberately mark the wrong position.

Dewey was right, Stevenson really didn't label it truthfully.

After all, he is a murderous pirate, although he is also afraid of death, but even if he dies, he will drag Dewey into the water.

Stevenson no longer thinks about what Dewey came from, he only thinks about revenge, even if Dewey kills people like hemp, there are only two people, and there is no way to verify it.

If you follow his erroneous markings to find other pirates, not only will you not find them, but they will also startle you, and the other pirates will not let Dewey go.

Even if Dewey and the two are extremely strong, and the pirates on the ship are not their opponents, it doesn't matter, there is an Adelaide-class frigate next to them, and there are hundreds of pirates on it, and they don't want to escape.

Of course, his careful thinking could not escape Dewey's calculations, and Dewey put away the structural diagram, and handed him another one: "Mark me again." ”

Stevenson was stunned at the time, he was just marking indiscriminately, where do you remember how many people are marked in what position?

"What are you doing, you won't just forget about it now, or are you lying to me just now?" Dewey's voice grew colder.

Stevenson didn't dare to admit it, he hurriedly shook his head, and then racked his brains to think about the location just marked, and then marked it again.

When he finished marking them again, Dewey put the two pictures together and compared them, and at a glance he saw seven or eight differences.

"Looks like I've really given you face."

Dewey suddenly grabbed Stevenson's let go of his right hand, and with a mistake of up and down, he removed his right arm, then pulled out a pin, grabbed Stevenson's other hand, and plunged it into the thumb nail.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, especially this pin is a tool that Dewey specially used to pick locks, and the tip of the needle is blunt, which brings more pain.

Stevenson's eyes widened, his body leaned back, and his legs pushed forward hard, but the man was held in place, unable to move at all, and could only make a muffled whining sound in a muffled voice.

As soon as the pain passed, Dewey jerked out the pin again, and then inserted it into Stevenson's index finger, so Stevenson repeated the action he had just done like a replay of the video.

More than a dozen times in a row, Stevenson's five fingernails on his left hand were crumbled, and he was also pulled from the bottom of the valley to the top again and again like a roller coaster, and was thrown down again and again.

"It's all plugged in, there's nowhere to plug in, what should I do?" Dewey looked at Stevenson's left hand and shook his head, "Otherwise." ”

Dewey inserted the pin into Stevenson's thumb again, and Stevenson's pain was not so strong at this time. Just when he thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, he didn't want Dewey to pry the pin upwards with all his might, and actually pried off his entire thumb nail.

The pain, which was ten times more painful than before, instantly flooded Stevenson's brain, causing him to involuntarily stretch his neck long, and his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets.

"Not counting your right hand you still have fourteen fingers, yes, I added your toes to it, you can enjoy it. And I can tell you responsibly that this is just the beginning, there are more painful things waiting for you, and now you will still lie to me? ”

Dewey's tone was very flat, as if he was expounding on something that had nothing to do with him, but it was the extremely bland tone that made Stevenson feel even more frightened, and he hurriedly shook his head and flew up, for fear that Dewey would not be able to see what he meant.

"In that case, then I'll give you one last chance, don't test my patience, I really don't have any patience."

Dewey attached Stevenson's right arm and handed over a structural drawing.

Stevenson didn't dare to slack off, and forced himself to mark the picture again with the pain.

When he finished marking, he looked at Dewey with a look of fear on his face, for fear of being tortured again.

Dewey put the structure diagram back and looked at it carefully, which was very different from the first two, and the number of people became seventeen, which was close to the information that the duck inquired about.

Instead of handing over the fourth structural diagram, he handed over another blank piece of paper and said, "Write down everyone's strengths, write in detail." ”

If Stevenson still had the mentality of plucking him, he must have memorized all the marked locations this time.

Where did Stevenson dare to disobey and honestly write about the pirate's specialty according to Dewey's request.

What specialty can a pirate have, it is nothing more than marksmanship and fighting, as for water, it is a universal skill, but he just wrote two people before Dewey stopped it.

"He doesn't have any other specialties, he has to write about any specialty, even if he plays the game well, it's a specialty." Dewey said.

Stevenson looked at Dewey in confusion, unable to understand what he meant.

Is playing games considered a specialty?

Does this specialty make sense to you?

But Dewey asked, he didn't dare not write, so he could only rack his brains to carefully recall everyone's strengths, and it took ten minutes to write only five people.

"Is it so strenuous, then don't write it, mark the structure for me again."

Dewey took Stevenson's pirate specialty that he had worked so hard to write for a long time, threw it away without looking at it, and gave him a diagram of the structure.

If the previous picture had been marked by Stevenson again, after ten minutes or so of hard thinking, it would have been almost forgotten, and it would have been exposed again.

Stevenson also understood what Dewey meant, and he completely broke down, and his tears couldn't stop flowing down, and he kept whining at Dewey.

If he could make a sound, Dewey would have understood what he was saying—kill me.

But then Dewey could guess a rough idea, and said, "Hurry up and mark, if you are satisfied, I will give you a good time." ”

Stevenson shook his head vigorously, letting the tears fly away, and marked the picture again.

Dewey compared again, and the annotations of the two pictures were exactly the same, which basically shows that Stevenson did not cheat.

"If you're interested, then die."

Dewey reached out and grabbed Stevenson's head with a sharp force, only to hear a click, and when he let go of his hand, Stevenson's head fell automatically.