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Chapter 9 I don’t talk to brainless people

Author: sing rooster

Chapter 9 I don’t talk to brainless people

Ian held Steve and glided with the sea breeze. The sea breeze changed direction and fell down halfway. He touched lightly on the turquoise sea, then jumped up again and landed gracefully on the boat.

Deathstroke looked at this scene and was surprised. Why had he never heard of such a superhuman who controlled his own abilities in this way?

I originally thought that the scammer was contacting me because of the old guy Steve, but now it seems that this young man may not be simple either.

Although he was curious about the origins of the young man in front of him, Deathstroke followed the mercenary's rules and paid no attention to anything else.

"Take them to the cabin and entertain them well."

Deathstroke waved his hand and got ready to do business. He took the con man's things and was about to complete the task.

This is his professional ethics as a mercenary.

Ian looked at the crew on the ship curiously and found that most of them were superhumans. However, he didn't know much about DC's second- and third-tier actors, so he couldn't recognize the identities of these people.

Asking them rashly about their origins might irritate these insecure pirates, so he suppressed his curiosity.

He and Steve were arranged to live in a cramped cabin.

The first mate who led the way opened the door for them and said perfunctorily: "You live here, don't leave unless there is anything important. If there is any accident on the ship, we will not be responsible."

After the first mate finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back.

Ian looked at his back and said strangely: "Is this guy taking gunpowder? We didn't provoke him, so who are we showing off to?"

Steve explained: "People who have been at sea for a long time are like this. They don't like anything, so don't leave them."

"I'm too lazy to fight with a group of guys who don't live long." Ian lay directly on the soft bed, feeling sleepy.

Steve was curious about why he said this and wanted to ask clearly, but found that Ian was already asleep, so he did not disturb him.

A journey on the sea is always boring, and no entertainment can relieve this boredom.

Crossing the Atlantic would take five days at the fastest. Ian didn't want to eat and sleep like a pig, so he dragged Steve and started making a list.

The world of Flashpoint has changed too much. Many superheroes have either died or disappeared. Whether the positions of the new ones who emerge are reliable or not needs to be determined in advance.

Ian couldn't open his eyes this time, so he had to ask Steve, who could randomly enter the US secret database, to take action.

On the third day at sea, Ian suddenly sat up from the bed and greeted Steve: "Stop staring at the database, let's go for a walk on the deck and relax."

Steve took off his glasses and asked doubtfully: "Yesterday you said you would rather stay in the cabin all the time than meet those pirates. Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Yesterday, they finished compiling the list of superhumans. Ian memorized all the names in his mind, and then destroyed all the physical carriers.

Steve is just reconfirming the list to see if he can add a few more spots.

Ian stretched his body, with a big smile on his face, and said: "One moment after another, yesterday I didn't know there would be a good show today, so I didn't want to go out. Now I have changed my mind and want to meet that person."

Captain Deathstroke."

"When you go out, don't forget to put on your gear."

After saying that, he opened the hatch and walked to the deck.

Ian's mysterious look puzzled Steve.

An enemy is coming?

But the sun is clearly shining brightly outside and the weather is calm!

Steve really couldn't figure it out, so he followed Ian's instructions, put on his equipment and walked to the deck, where he found Ian who was leaning on the railing and looking at the sea.

"What happened to make you act so weird today?" Steve and Ian got to know each other well, and they would ask whatever was on their minds.

Ian knocked on the iron railing with a nonchalant expression and said nonchalantly: "Oh, it's nothing serious, it's just that this ship is going to be in bad luck."

"Boy, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Before Steve could speak, the crew member passing by came over first and stared at Ian viciously, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Ian glanced at the guy who suddenly jumped out and said, "I'm not talking to you. If you can't hear me, just stay away."

He doesn't want to waste time with minions.

But the pirate didn't think so. He took a step forward, stretched out his fist, and said viciously: "Young boy, this is my ship. How dare you talk to me like this?"

Ian glanced at this brainless man and said patiently: "There is a fair deal between us and Deathstroke. He took our supplies and he should do things. We are in a cooperative relationship. You want to command me?"

, it’s better to pass the test of your captain first!”

"Hey, you don't have to ask the captain!" The pirate was furious, his dark face turned red with anger, he raised his fists and shouted: "Now I will let you know that on the sea, a pretty boy like you should be crushed.

under."

Ian stretched out his hand a little, and the only movable part of this dark and fat pirate's body was his mouth.

Ian secretly mobilized the airflow to form circles around this guy, imprisoning him in place.

"You bastard, what did you use..."

"Shut up, you brainless idiot."

Ian waved his fingers impatiently, and the air was gradually pulled away by the wind circle. The pirate was like a fish out of water, opening his mouth in vain, but unable to take in a breath of oxygen.

He was taking in less air and outgoing more air. His head was red and fat, and it swelled up into a big pig's head. His eyes rolled back, and he was about to die from lack of oxygen.

"Be merciful! I am willing to apologize to Mr. Ian for this brainless idiot."

Deathstroke finally stood up. He was not wearing a helmet, had white hair, was a one-eyed dragon, and looked very kind.

Ian had no intention of killing anyone, so he casually dispersed the wind circle and let the dark and fat pirate go.

Deathstroke walked up to Ian: "Did we fail to provide good hospitality?"

"This is a pirate ship, not a hotel. I can still tell that."

Ian shook his head slowly and said, "I took action just to make that guy listen to me and stop shaking his fists at all times. He has no brains at all."

Deathstroke knew very well who his men were, so he was not angry at all, but was very interested in Ian's "reason".

"I'd love to hear what you have to say."

"The people from Atlantis are coming!"

Ian's words made Deathstroke's pupils shrink sharply.

He said: "Boy, this is not something to joke about."

Ian shook his head again: "I never joke with other people's lives. Although most of the people on this ship are scum."

"And you yourself know that sooner or later, there will be a day when Atlantis won't watch you running around on the sea like this. In the past, Atlantis and Paradise Island had a confrontation and had no time to care about you. Now they can't

It’s the same.”

"Damn."

Deathstroke's expression changed.

(End of chapter)