Codex Pirates

Chapter 62 Voting Certificate (Part 2)

The navy soldier stuffed the torn turban into Hayreddin's hands, picked up the pistol left by Crowe, and walked out of the alley as if nothing had happened.

"Ah Jin!" The mouse second lieutenant ran over frowning, "Where did you go just now?"

"I went to the bathroom, sir!" Said the newcomer A Jin, who stood up straight and remained unchanged.

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Crowe trotted aimlessly, trying to stay away from the scene of the incident as much as possible. Although he was still a little flustered, he had calmed down somewhat and was able to start thinking about the problem.

The red beard pirates, Crowe dare not go back. If Barbarossa finds out that he killed Hayreddin, he will definitely skin him alive. Now that I think about it, he left too many traces on the scene, and he carried it with him. Not to mention that the pistol was dropped, there are witnesses.

He couldn't trust Arcadio either, because he didn't know whether Arcadio would keep Frederick when he knew the truth and asked Arcadio for someone.

Crowe just wanted to leave the city first, and with the energy of Barbarossa and Arcadio, it wasn't particularly difficult to find him, a little guy, in this city.

Maybe he should leave the Kingdom of Navia, or even the East China Sea.

Crowe was thinking about this with a pale face, but he didn't notice that someone behind him was staring at him secretly. When he entered a sparsely traveled path, just as he turned a corner, someone hit the back of the head with a blunt instrument and passed out.

Tony, who had been lying in ambush listening to the news of the phone bug, supported Crowe's limp body, smiled, and signaled to Edmond and Aramis who came later, and the three of them lifted Crowe together and left the scene quickly.

When Crowe woke up again, he was already in a strange yard, but the faint stench still permeating his nose told him that this place was still near the slums of Kalmar City.

He was lying on the ground, the back of his head was still aching, but he didn't get up in a hurry. He looked around cautiously. There were two oil lamps lit in the yard, but the dim lights were useless under the night, and the darkness still occupied most of the yard.

"Get up, don't pretend to be dead." Some familiar voices came to Crowe's ears, making him stiff.

Slowly raising his head, Crowe first saw a pair of upturned Erlang legs, and then saw the familiar face.

"Shi, Stolt?" Crowe was surprised and confused, with a hint of fear of the unknown.

The expression on Stolt in front of him, or William's face, was completely different from what Crowe had seen in the past, without impulsiveness and arrogance, and with a calmness that confused Crowe.

"Welcome to join us, Crowe." William stood up from the chair and spread his hands to Crowe.

Following his words, Edmund, Aramis, Tony, Sherlock and others standing in the shadow corner of the courtyard stepped out of the shadows one after another.

Crowe turned his head and glanced at the people with different expressions, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean," William grinned, "now we're in the same gang."

"You killed Hayreddin..."

William's words made Crowe's face change drastically, and he interrupted quickly: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Tony laughed maliciously. Edmund, Aramis, Sherlock and others were infected by him, and they also let out a burst of laughter with unknown meaning. Crowe seemed even more embarrassed. He didn't know that he looked stunned. Why did Stolter suddenly become so incomprehensible, and how did it become known that he had killed Hayreddin?

"Why lie to me? We are already grasshoppers on the same rope, not to mention that you can kill Hayreddin for revenge, thanks to my help." William said.

Crowe opened his eyes wide. Although his psychological quality was not good due to his experience, his mind was quite flexible. Combined with a series of clues, he actually had a little guess in his mind. He didn't expect William to admit it directly in front of him. The reason why Hayreddin The death at his hands was indeed planned by someone behind the scenes, and that person was standing right in front of him.

Thinking that he might have to hide in hiding for the rest of his life because of the mistaken killing of Hayreddin, a wave of anger immediately filled Crowe's heart.

With a low growl, he bounced up from the ground like a wounded beast, and rushed towards William who seemed defenseless.

Snapped!

Like a prophet, William directly raised his right arm, his palms forming claws, which happened to block the path of Crowe's forward charge, making Crowe grab his neck as if the whole person deliberately sent it to his palm.

With the double oppression of Crowe's own forward strength and William's strength, Crowe suddenly felt suffocated and his throat was almost crushed.

William grabbed Clotte's neck, and his [Strongness] expertise, coupled with the arm strength he had developed through years of sword practice, allowed him to easily lift Clotte's feet off the ground with one hand.

The kindness just now had disappeared from William's face. He stared at the struggling Crowe with cold eyes, and said slowly: "You can't offend Barbarossa and Arcadio, and you can't offend me either!"

William threw Crowe on the ground, who coughed repeatedly while clutching his throat, his eyes wandering, thinking about the situation.

He has calmed down a little, not to mention the "Stollt" who suddenly became unpredictable in front of him, there are still a few accomplices of the other party in the yard at this time, and he can only suffer the loss if he insists.

"I thought that helping you and letting you kill Hayreddin with your own hands would make you feel my kindness." William squatted in front of Crowe, and his face returned to kindness.

"I didn't kill Hayreddin, you framed me!" Crowe argued.

"No," William shook his finger, "It was you who killed Hayreddin, Hayreddin once humiliated you in front of everyone on board, and if I'm not wrong, you must have taken the booty from Barbarossa Arcadio was told about it, and then, shortly before it happened, you left from a nearby bar in full view."

"The motive and the time for committing the crime are all there. You must have a grudge against Hayreddin, and you are worried that Frederick will punish you again because of the informant. What's even more frightening is that he asked Hayreddin to punish you, so you are under the influence of alcohol. Stimulated, I decided to kill Hayreddin, and then escape from the Redbeard Pirates, maybe, in order to remove the suspicion, you will deliberately arrange some forged clues at the scene." William analyzed seriously.

Crowe's face was pale. What frightened him the most was that William still had two things to say. He also left a pistol at the scene of the crime and left a witness.

In fact, even without these, what William just said is enough. The pirate ship is not a court, and Barbarossa is not a fair and strict judge. The logic chain listed by William is enough for Barbarossa to list Crowe as an important suspect. Now, without further evidence, Frederick would choose to execute Crowe.

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(Chapter 59 Confrontation, what Colonel Roy "appreciates" is a portrait of a nude [shielded] woman, thank you book friend Skynet for your kind reminder, it has been revised.)