"Another pirate ship?"

Jeno calls out to Caitlyn and takes Necola aboard the ship to join Xavier, who then follows.

Vaguely, he heard the pirates of the Hong Kong King Gang shouting "Siren" and "doom" or something.

"Sirens? Isn't Miss Doom's ship? Jeno looked intently, and sure enough, he saw a crimson shadow on the deck.

To his surprise, the Siren's configuration was much better than that of the Harbour Kings.

A real pirate ship, made of Freljord ironwood, with three masts and sails, a ship full of cannons on its side, and hundreds of sturdy men on standby.

The fake pirate ship, flying a pirate flag and shiny on the surface, is actually just a kennel for a pack of lost dogs, with only a few harpoon guns for long-range fire.

Please, you're a pirate ship, not a sea hunting ship! And with this configuration, I'm afraid that even an axe fin shark can't be killed.

That's right, his comparison was between the Siren and the ship at his feet, and there was a world of difference.

He took a look around after getting on the ship, and the ship didn't even have a few guns, which made him extremely disgusted, and only such a shabby pirate ship would think of robbing them outside the harbor with a small fishing boat.

While watching, the Siren was already approaching with a full sense of oppression, and it came to a close stop on the side of the Harbor King, and several sturdy tattooed men with ropes jumped directly over with the advantage of height, and then a wooden bridge was built between the two ships.

A man dressed in extremely ordinary clothes jumped off the bridge first, quickly scanned the situation on the deck without leaving a trace, and then suddenly said to Sivir with a smile:

"It seems that you are the new captain of this ship?"

"Not yet, but soon." Sivir flicked the blade of the crossblade with his fingers and smiled in response.

And Gallar under the knife was already frightened, and in the face of the blade buzzing on his neck, few normal people could stand it.

The unremarkable man took a step forward, and Sivir immediately raised the musket he had snatched and aimed at him, and said vigilantly, "What are you here for?" If you think that I have just fought a battle and want to make a profit, I advise you to be prepared, because the battle just now did not even meet the requirements for warm-up. ”

In fact, Sivir's battles never warmed up.

It was her habit to verbally intimidate before the fight, and she was quite famous in the Shurima Desert, and some young people were often repelled by her cruel words.

But this is Bill Gewert, whose prestige is not at the highest here, and even a bartender is more famous here than she is.

And she really has no bottom in her heart, the battle on the ship is completely different from the battle in the desert.

Neither of them is down-to-earth, but the swaying deck and the soft sand feel of stepping on your feet are far too different.

"I'm not here to fight, on the contrary, I'm here to invite a few people to a seafood dinner." The fingers of the mediocre man Sivir, Caitlin, Jeno...... Niko's position was clicked, and he was visibly hesitant when he clicked on Niko, but the smile on his face didn't shake for a minute.

"So you're this guy's backup?" Sivir raised his eyebrows and pressed the cross blade down a little more, and the blood suddenly splashed out like squeezed tomato juice, and Gjallar's heart was beating too fast, and it seemed that he still had high blood pressure?

"Good means, but with the wrong person! It is true that the life or death of Gjallar has nothing to do with us. I have found that you are very similar to our captain, both are beautiful women with good means, and she just killed a captain not long ago, and now it seems that you are about to catch up with her. ”

The man suddenly applauded, causing Sivir to mumble inwardly.

Gjallar is Planck's lackey, and now Planck is dead, and he has become a lost dog who has failed to fight for the inheritance, and the man wants to say that he is Miss Doom's person, and he has a hostile relationship with Gjallar, but Xavier doesn't know the power relationship here at all, and it doesn't make sense, and he is playing the piano to the cow for a long time.

Sivir's face remained unchanged, but doubts rose in his heart.

Isn't the treat he said really a euphemism for kidnapping?

She was a little unsure and turned to look at Jeno.

Jeno meant that this group of people came directly at them, presumably because Trist and the two had told the secret and exposed their location to Miss Doom. And Trist was already hostile to Miss Doom, which means that the two of them fell into the hands of Miss Doom.

In fact, the moment Trist teleported to his lair, he found that it was already guarded, and when he tried to escape with his cards, Miss Doom's bullets would accurately fly his cards.

"Want a treat? Let your captains come in person! Jeno shouted, so loud that he could hear him even if he was hiding in the cabin.

Sure enough, a charming and mature female voice came from the deck of the Siren, and people had to pay attention to it, hoping that she would appear in sight the next moment.

"Raven, go back to the helm of the Siren, it's better to have a woman to do this kind of thing."

The ordinary man named Raven nodded and returned to the Siren.

Then, in anticipation, a woman jumped lightly onto the bar, and with a stumble of her body, she looked at the believers at her feet with high interest, like a queen returning in triumph.

She was graceful and gave full play to the charm of a woman, and her long red wavy hair flowed out from under the triangular captain's hat, like a crimson snake dancing wildly; The upper body is only wearing a sexy low-cut top, and her plump breasts are only supported by a thin rope, which is undulating and crumbling as she walks; Her tight arms are tied with half-cut lace sleeves, her black shiny close-fitting leather pants show off her perfect legs, and two beautifully crafted large-caliber muskets are hung on her waist, and the heart-shaped reliefs on them match her temperament!

Even on the rocking overhead boardwalk, she can walk with a perfect catwalk with high heels, and if she is given a red carpet, Jeno believes that this woman will definitely become the best model.

With this aura alone, most of the models can be turned into scum in seconds.

However, the man in front of him is a real captain, gang boss, and a side hustle is a bounty hunter, a model, or something, not even a hobby.

"You're Miss Doom?" Sivir asked with impersonal jealousy.

Standing with the red-haired girl in front of her, she became more and more prominent as a woman, at least not so serious when she stood with Caitlin.

"Yes. I'm doom, don't be so bad, you can also call me by my real name - Sarah. Sarah smiled generously, raised her hand and drew her musket, aiming it at Gjallar, who didn't even dare to catch her breath, and the shot flew off his head.

It never occurred to Gjallar that he had died not under the strange crossblade, but under a pair of exquisite muskets.

Raising the muzzle of the gun, the red lips slowly spit out a trace of warmth, blowing away the gunsmoke, and the corners of Sarah's mouth showed a smile like water: "This is a little sincerity from Sarah." ”

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