A blind man can shoot, but he never knows who he shot.

So, when someone suddenly broke into the first cabin, all the pirates who were completely furious in the darkness raised their guns and fired wildly at the door.

"Puff puff", the muffled sound of bullets and flesh touching each other was enough to prove that they had not done useless work, and at least half of the bullets hit the madman who dared to rush in without concealment.

However, instead of the screams of the imaginary strangers, the miserable howls of their companions sounded.

The enemy is not even dead, and can still hurt people? The selfish and cruel side of the pirates was revealed at this time, and once again, without hesitation, as long as the pirates could move, they all shot at the position where they were screaming.

Anyway, as long as you can kill the enemy and protect yourself, the life and death of your companions will be taken into account? The fierce firepower of the MP28 instantly spat out a rain of bullets that directly turned the screams of his companions into a weak hum, and at the same time, one of the pirates felt a pain in his body.

I was actually shot?

The enemy is already out of bullets, why did he get shot? It may have been a thought in the heart of a pirate who couldn't help but howl.

Then, he figured out that he was shot, not because of the enemy, but because of himself, or his own people. They fired at least three submachine guns at the same time, the fire was too dense, and here, the space was too small. The humble second-story cabin walls are not VIP areas, and the walls are not covered with cork, or elaborate wool wall blankets, only rudimentary iron sheets and hardwood boards.

While most of the bullets pierced through the iron sheet, there were still a lot of ricochets, and it was these ricochets that injured him or his companions who were still screaming in misery for the last two seconds.

If there had been a light at this time, his companion would have been able to see the face of this companion who was so clever that he had swallowed back half of his long howl, pale as a dead man's face.

Since it's all dead faces, let's make it real!

"No 。。。。。" As soon as the dead-faced pirate uttered two words, the sound of a "da-da-da" gunfire rang out again, shoving the remaining two unspoken words back into his throat.

At least five or six bullets hit him at the same time.

However, in the moments before he was shot, none of his two remaining decisive companions had seen that his fingers had already pulled the trigger.

The submachine gun placed on the pirate's chest, which had been less in and more out of air, roared abruptly until it ran out of the remaining bullets in the entire magazine.

And the muzzle of the gun was aimed in the direction of the comrades who shot at him.

The dead pirate must have been aggrieved in his heart, and finding these stupid companions to be his own funeral was probably the last thought of his life.

The undisguised selfishness of human nature has deprived the pirates of their last shred of life.

The two pirates who had just bravely eliminated the "enemy" and had not had time to catch their breath were directly shot by their companions who had already flown away.

At such a close distance, whether it is a mid-shot or a two-shot, the result is almost the same.

Listening to the last two intermittent moans coming from the cabin, Liu Lang, who was hiding in the shadows not far away, grinned, he just threw in the corpse of a pirate to test how many people were in the cabin.

Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good.

Pirates, I'm so nervous.

Ricochets, too, can kill people.

Not to mention that a tragedy will happen if a few submachine guns shoot in such a narrow area, even a pistol is possible.

Liu Lang had seen the scene of a tragedy with his own eyes, and that was before he entered the special forces, because of a violent hostage-taking incident that required the help of the local garrison to cordon off the scene. The policemen who entered the room and were ordered to attack were too nervous, and at the same time that the May Fourth pistol shot off half of the suspect's head, the powerful May Fourth pistol bullet hit the concrete wall and bounced, piercing the second person's chest and hitting the third person's neck.

Killed three with one shot, absolute sharpshooter.

It's just that there are two of them, and they are their own people.

。。。。。。。

Of the eleven people in all, three were killed by themselves, four were killed by ricochets and cannibalism in the first compartment, and four remained in the other compartment.

In the dark, Liu Lang relied on his strong memory to touch the body of the pirate who had been broken, held the grip of the three-edged army thorn, and pulled out the three-sided army thorn with a slight pull. The pirate's skull had been almost smashed into a rotten watermelon, and the thorns that had lost their bone friction were pulled out without resistance.

But at this moment, the chaotic footsteps at the end of the corridor sounded.

Reinforcements from the pirates arrived.

Liu Lang sighed regretfully, counting these four guys lucky, without pause, he quickly turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Junkatsu Watanabe and the largest leader of the pirate gang, the Shark of Sumanda, looked at the seven corpses that were placed on the corridor with a grim face.

By this time, the sky was already white, the dark corridor of the cabin was already a little light, and the pirates had lit torches.

In the yellowish glow of torches burning with fish oil and grease was the scene of the attack sprinkled with blood. The heavy smell of blood was disgusting.

Two corpses were located in the corridor, one had been beaten into a sieve by at least thirty bullets, and the ribcage and head and face had been completely inhuman, and if it weren't for the black blindfold hanging on his head, the "Sumanda Shark" would hardly recognize this broken corpse as his most powerful subordinate "One-Eyed Dragon".

"Move out." The blue-faced pirate leader glanced at the scene, turned his head and left the cabin, and stood on the deck, surrounded by pirates with loaded guns.

Nabaga was slightly fat, he had a huge waist, a thick neck like a boxer, and a smile that made people chill to look at on his cleanly shaved face. His curly hair was neatly combed, and if it weren't for his gray-green military uniform, with a ring of ammunition around his waist and a revolver stuck in him, he would at first glance look more like an ordinary businessman.

It is hard to imagine that such a man is the pirate leader of the waters of Malacca, known as the "Sumanda Shark".

With 220 armed pirates, Nabaga is not the largest group of pirates in Malacca. However, when it comes to ferocity, even the largest pirate gang in Malacca, with more than 500 pirates 300 nautical miles away, is ashamed of itself.

As an orphan, Banagar joined a pirate gang at the age of fourteen. After only one year of joining the pirate gang, Banaga was dissatisfied with the fact that the weapons and equipment of the pirate gang he participated in were too rudimentary, and the so-called robbery was to sneak away while he got on a big ship in the middle of the night to steal some property.

At the age of fifteen, Banagar became the leader of the thirteen-member pirate group with his charisma as a leader. Banagar, who had slowly grown stronger by ferocious raids, brazenly invaded a large island in the Sumanda Sea after having more than 50 people with loaded guns, slaughtered nearly 500 aborigines on the island in one go, and conquered the entire island.

After absorbing nearly 100 aborigines to become members of the pirate group and the outlaws collected from all over the country, Banagar, who has nearly 200 armed pirates, is even more murderous, and the merchant ships that fall into his hands, in addition to being plundered, all hostages need to be ransomed with heavy money. As for those who have no one to ransom, they naturally become the rations of the sharks in the sea.

It is said that the seaside where Banagar lives is a perennial place where a large number of sharks swim there because of the abundance of food.

Such a murderous pirate leader quietly watched the henchmen who were moved over and placed on the ground and almost beaten to slag, and the air almost stagnant made it difficult for the surrounding pirates to breathe.

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