Codex Pirates

Chapter 174: Homecoming

Sabo opened his mouth wide, looking at the sky lantern slipping by the stern: "This is..."

William lightly pressed his top hat, watched Sabo frantically straightening the hat and smiled: "Have you seen it before?"

"I've seen it."

Sabo nodded, his attitude was no longer as blunt as when he first boarded the boat: "But I've never seen so many, why are there so many sky lanterns on board?"

William smiled deeply, but did not answer, because a crew member had already walked up with a phone bug.

"Hello? Sherlock?" William raised his eyebrows after picking up the phone, and smiled: "Are you home?"

"Home!" Sherlock said in a deep voice on the bow deck.

East China Sea, Kingdom of Navia, Baisong Town.

This is the hometown of Sherlock and the birthplace of the Glittering Gold Chamber of Commerce.

At this time, the pier of the town was directly occupied by four warships, and no other ships dared to approach. Sherlock swarmed down and walked down from the deck.

On the other side of the phone bug, William smiled heavily: "Since I haven't been home for so long, the scene should be bigger."

As soon as William finished speaking, before Sherlock asked, there was a sudden burst of cannon fire from the four warships, and the people who came to greet him on the shore were obviously startled by the sudden cannon sound.

Sherlock pursed his lips, feeling a little moved. He knew that William was not someone who liked these superficial things, but he still made such an order because he wanted to find him and his family's past for Sherlock, who had left his hometown in desperation. Lost face.

After Sherlock handed over the phone bug to his entourage, he looked at a row of local celebrities standing on the bank who looked either rich or expensive.

These people used to be more or less involved with the Glittering Gold Chamber of Commerce and Sherlock's family. At this time, seeing Sherlock, who had committed a crime and absconded, returned to his hometown in fine clothes, I am afraid that there is not much psychological emotion, but on the surface they all do. The false enthusiasm was only because he was startled by the sound of the cannon just now, and his expression was unnatural.

Sherlock was followed by a rather long line, many of whom were armed, which made the local celebrities who came to greet him a little nervous.

"Sherlock won't take revenge on us, will he?" someone asked in a low voice to his companion.

"Probably not. Anyway, we are all deeply rooted here. Is he still planning to wipe us all out?"

As soon as this was said, Sherlock and his party had already come to the front.

The mayor who organized local celebrities to greet him has been standing at the front of the line. He warmly extended his hands to Sherlock, but Sherlock turned a blind eye to it.

Sherlock pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced coldly at the mayor and the people behind him, then pointed at the mayor, and said to Edmund beside him, "This is the local mayor."

Although Shylock has deep trust in William, he has no military power. The only person who can really command William's armed forces is Edmund at this time, who has obtained William's permission.

Edmund turned his head to the soldiers following behind him, and saw the latter stepping out quickly, directly pushing down the mayor of Baisong Town.

"What are you doing?"

The situation became too fast, and before the locals could react, the mayor of the town was handcuffed. The town sheriff who was following behind the mayor was furious, and his hand was already on the pistol at his waist, but the next moment, Edmund drew the knife out of its sheath with his right hand, and everyone present couldn't see his movement clearly. The sheriff's chin was already pressed against the tip of a knife, and his fingers had just touched it. gun body.

"It's none of your business, don't move around." Edmond slightly exerted force on the hand holding the knife, and raised the town sheriff's chin with the tip of the knife, and then said coldly.

A group of people behind Edmund had already aimed their guns at the locals on the pier. Facing the black muzzle of the guns, no one dared to do anything wrong.

Sherlock took out a piece of parchment from his bosom, opened it slowly, and showed the contents to the locals in front of him: "This is the handwritten order of the first consul of the kingdom, Morgan Stolt William, White Pine Township The mayor of the town is implicated in the mastermind of the rebellion case in Kalmar three months ago, Rield, who is to be arrested immediately and interrogated on the spot."

A group of local celebrities looked at each other, their complexions paled a bit. One of the crimes that Rield was accused of was violating the prohibition order and controlling the transactions in the underground alcohol market. But who are the existing celebrities in this town and Prohibition not implicated?

Four warships were enough to block the sea route of the town, which made the celebrities in the town have a bad feeling in their hearts.

...

At night, Sherlock and Edmund stood in front of an abandoned villa. Edmund looked around, while Sherlock looked melancholy.

This abandoned villa was the house that Sherlock set fire to. Maybe it was because it was originally the property of the Sherlock family, or maybe it was because several people had died, but it is still not cleaned up.

The dock area in the distance gradually glowed with flames, and the sound of gunshots faintly passed through along with the sound of the wind.

Sherlock didn't move, Edmund took a look and asked, "You can't help but do it?"

Sherlock sneered when he heard the words: "They have a guilty conscience, so just take advantage of this wave to hit them hard, otherwise they will not be so easy to be honest and obedient, and it will be detrimental to our next plan to change this place into a free trade zone , This kind of person is not successful enough to fail, and he may not dare to defy on the surface, but he is a good hand in holding back."

"Free trade zone? What is that?" Edmund scratched his head, "You, William, and that Dampier, I really can't understand a word of what you've been studying all day long."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you know, this place will become a paradise for tax avoidance and money laundering in the East China Sea." Sherlock smiled, "Pirates are inexhaustible. The environment is such that it is not our fleet. , A country can be changed, but William thinks that we can try to block the necks of the pirates in the East China Sea with funds, supplemented by the deterrence of force, and play a role in influencing them."

Edmund frowned slightly: "But now seems to be a critical period, will this affect William's reputation..."

"William can't be wrong, it's only the people below." Sherlock's smile didn't change, "The bank that will be newly established here is not called Morgan Bank, nor is it called Universal Bank, but called Flash Gold Bank, support The people who built it with their own hands are all me, and have nothing to do with William. They are all greedy for profit and doing it on their own initiative. If you want to scold me, you should scold me. Time doesn't matter."

While the two were talking, an officer from the Boys' Army trotted over in the distance.

"Sir, there was a rebellion in the dock area. Armed men attacked the dock with the intention of snatching ships. Now the criminals have been brought under control. The enemy has killed forty-seven people, and we have no casualties." The officer replied after paying a standard military salute. .

Edmond, like many cadres under William, began to like these juniors from the Boys Army more and more. They are loyal and disciplined, and they are organized. Compared with lazy pirates, although there may be a gap in strength and actual combat experience , but in terms of daily style, it feels really unusual.

After Edmund returned the gift, he made some arrangements, and after the young officer left, he smiled at Sherlock: "Shall we go meet these local 'big men' later?"

When he mentioned the word "big man", his tone was sarcasm.

Sherlock smiled knowingly, and then his smile turned cold: "No, let them be afraid for another night. These people are bullying and fearing hard. Let them know that we are delivering William's order, not negotiating with them! Disobedient, A dead end."

Edmund glanced at Sherlock. With his mind, he couldn't figure out whether Sherlock's words were sincere or mixed with revenge.