Codex Pirates

Chapter 61 Voting Certificate (Part 1)

Hayreddin leaned against the wall, Edmond's fierce face leaned over: "Do you still remember me?"

Hayreddin looked at this young face in a daze. It looked familiar, but he couldn't recall the relevant memory at all.

There are countless ships that the Redbeard Pirates robbed under Arcadio's command. It was not the first nor the last one like Edmund and Wallon's. Having seen Edmund once, it is naturally impossible to keep his face firmly in his mind.

Seeing this, Edmond moved his nostrils, grabbed Hayreddin's head and slammed it against the wall. Hayreddin's eyes turned white, and blood slowly leaked from his nose. Aramis quickly pulled him back.

"He can't die yet." Aramis persuaded through gritted teeth.

Edmund stared at the unconscious Hayreddin with his bloodshot eyes for a long time, and then with some difficulty, he moved away his murderous eyes and took out the phone bug from his arms.

...

Crowe's face turned red, and he staggered into the alley, but within two steps, he stepped on the puddle, which made him even worse, cursing, slums, pirates, To Barbarossa, to Arcadio, even to Stolt—that is, William.

Chloe, who was drunk and walking while leaning on the wall, found a familiar smell, mixed with the rancid smell of garbage, into his nose.

Crowe shuddered suddenly, closed his mouth, stretched his fingers under the glasses, wiped his eyes, and found that there seemed to be a person lying on the bottom of the wall not far away.

He walked over cautiously, but the man didn't respond, so he grabbed the opponent's shoulder and turned him over gently.

Crowe's complexion suddenly turned pale, and part of the alcohol seemed to come out of his body along with the sudden seepage of cold sweat, which made him clearer.

The person in front of him, to be more precise, was a corpse. Someone had cut a wound in his throat. The blood seemed to have drained out, and he didn't know how long he had been dead.

The window of a two-story building next to the alley was suddenly opened. Crowe subconsciously looked up when he heard the voice, and then saw a piece of white powder falling from the sky.

Crowe subconsciously closed his eyes and stepped back. It was a pity that he was drunk. Even though his consciousness was a little sober, his body still followed the objective laws, which made his legs feel weak, and he couldn't get out of the range covered by the powder immediately.

The powder fell on Crowe's skin, mixed with sweat, and a burning sensation came immediately.

lime! ? Crowe was flustered, and there was a sound of footsteps and the sound of breaking through the air. He narrowed his eyes slightly. The existence of the night and the lime stain on his face made him unable to see his surroundings clearly, and he could only vaguely see a figure.

Crowe evaded subconsciously, and his shoulder hurt immediately, as if he had been hit hard with an iron rod, his body lost his balance, and he fell to the ground immediately.

Crowe, who fell on the ground, was lying on his stomach, and his right hand was hidden in his arms, touching the pistol and short dagger of the person who had been carrying it.

Crowe used to boast of being both wise and brave, because he felt that in the current environment, a certain amount of force was needed to be a maritime merchant, which could at least ensure that sailor rebellion would not happen as much as possible. It wasn't hard work, and it didn't get him into the habit of carrying a weapon with him.

But he didn't expect his talent to be favored by the people of the Buendia family trading company. After the death of his previous quartermaster, he was asked to replace him and join the Red Beard Pirates.

Since then, Crowe, who lacks a sense of security, has focused more on improving his own strength, and like other pirates, he also carries weapons with him even when he goes ashore to rest.

Crowe, who turned around, vaguely saw a tall and bloated figure rushing towards him through the gaps in his squinted eyes. He took out his pistol, aimed at the opponent unceremoniously, and pulled the trigger.

There was a "bang" gunshot, and the lead bullet went straight into the opponent's lower abdomen. Crowe turned over and watched the bloated figure hit the ground hard, avoiding being pinned down, and then fell to the ground with a loud howl. from the population.

Crowe had already pulled out the dagger at this time, and it could be seen that there was no handle on the back of the dagger, only a finger cot. Crowe quickly put the strange dagger on his index finger, then turned over and half fell on the ground , with a slightly arched body, like a feline animal, posing a vigilant posture.

It was just a breeze, and apart from the wailing from the man on the ground, no one appeared in the alley and attacked him.

Crowe was confused, and it was only then that he realized that the howling sound seemed familiar. He carefully wiped the lime stained in the corner of his eyes, opened his red eyes, and looked at the tall and bloated figure lying on the ground.

The sky also seemed to give Crowe a bit of a thin face, and the dark clouds just passed away from the front of the moon at this time, allowing the moonlight to dispel some darkness.

The cold moonlight cast on the alley, reflecting on the face of the man on the ground, the familiar bald head and fat face full of scars clearly fell into Crowe's eyes.

Hayreddin! Why Hayreddin! ?

There was a bang in Crowe's mind, his hands and feet were cold, and he was more frightened than when he was suddenly attacked just now.

All kinds of thoughts and doubts flooded his head.

Why did Hayreddin appear here? Barbarossa going to kill me? Did I get so drunk just now that I got drunk and killed Hayreddin?

But in the end, these doubts all boiled down to one - what would Barbarossa do if he knew that I had killed Hayreddin?

Crowe was shaking like chaff all over his body, his legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground.

There was no doubt that he was dead. Reis and Hayreddin were the first brothers who went to sea with Barbarossa. They had the experience of going through life and death together, and they were also related by blood. Hayreddin was irritable and irritable, and his personality was eccentric. If it wasn't for his deep affection with Barbarossa, another captain would This kind of trouble-making thing has long been kicked off the ship.

There was a movement behind him, and Crowe turned his head in a daze. A dark-skinned man in a white sailor uniform and a blue scarf had stood behind him at some point, looking down at him.

navy!

Crowe's pupils shrank, and then he heard the navy soldier suddenly say coldly: "Get out!"

Then the navy soldier flew up and kicked Crowe in the chest, directly kicking Crowe into a rolling gourd, rolling twice on the ground.

Crowe's head was in a mess, and he didn't care about the pistol he dropped because of the panic, and hurriedly fled the alley.

The navy soldier waited for Crowe to leave before squatting down beside Hayreddin, whose breathing was getting weaker and weaker. With a cold face, he took out a black turban with the pirate logo printed on it from his arms, tore it, and then broke it off. He opened Hayreddin's finger, twisted it into a ball, and stuffed it into his hand.