Pirates: The Black Earl

One month later, Donghai, Shields Town.

In the 153 branch adjacent to the small town, the colonel's office has a dignified atmosphere. Looking at the expressionless Monka on the seat, Lieutenant Colonel Jody reported in a low voice.

"Colonel, the 173 branch has just received news."

"Well, did they find it?"

Jody hesitated and shook his head: "No."

"That must be dead!"

Lieutenant Colonel Clemens interrupted loudly, and the sound waves echoed in the small office, making eardrums hurt.

"It took only three hours before and after, and there is a boat that can't go far! Now the forces of more than 20 branches in the East China Sea have been gathered and they have been searching for a month. It can only mean that he was killed by a third-party force and his body sank into the sea."

The bad thing about Lieutenant Colonel Clemens is that he has no scheming, but the good thing is that he has no scheming, and he can say whatever comes to his mind.

Therefore, Monka never regarded him as a threat, and after hearing this, he seriously thought about this possibility.

"Words can't be so absolute."

After a long time, he raised his eyelids and transmitted it through his iron chin, his voice inexplicably filled with a bit of chill.

"Don't forget, how did the superiors warn us when there were such big troubles in succession?"

"Lovitt's job is to see people die or corpses, there is no third possibility!"

"Lieutenant Colonel Jody..."

Jody was stunned when he heard the words, and lowered his head, not daring to look at Monka.

"exist!"

"You are fully responsible for this matter, understand? Even if his body sinks into the sea, he must be fished out!"

Sure enough.

Jody's face turned bitter, but he didn't dare to complain.

"clear!"

"Climans!"

"What's the matter?"

Mengka's eyelids twitched, and he said, "Thank you Colonel Mouse for me, bring a gift later, and visit him. We will take care of the next thing."

"That's right, Colonel Mouse has also put in a lot of effort in the search area that is obviously not under their responsibility."

Lieutenant Colonel Climans nodded and said something that normal people cannot say.

That's not called contributing, it's called earning merit!

Found something he can share in!

If Mengka doesn't call himself, it's just a reminder: "Hey, brother, your subordinates have crossed the line!"

But Climans obviously didn't know this, and regretted, "It's a pity, the guys from Branch 16 are actually working hard... But that's good, they shouldn't have so much free time to come out to find people recently."

"Um?"

Monka frowned: "Why?"

What happened to the 16 branch?

"Oh, it's such a colonel."

Climans looked up at him: "I ran into their boat when I was patrolling outside a few days ago. I heard that there was another ghost ship collision, and they rushed back."

"Ghost ship impact?"

Mengka thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Are those incidents where unmanned pirate ships collided with ports and merchant ships?"

"That's right."

Starting more than half a month ago, a caravan ship returning to the Goa Kingdom along the route encountered a pirate ship. At that time, they immediately notified the 16 branches nearby, waiting for rescue.

However, the expected attack did not come. On the contrary, there was not a single pirate on board.

In the middle of the night, the sea area was pitch black, with no lights or people in sight.

In fear, the pirate ship approached all the way, just like that...

Hit straight up!

Let the 16 rescue teams who thought they would fight the pirates become a real rescue force, and the rescue boats were full of caravan members who fell into the water.

This is a small matter.

Being a pirate seems happy, but there are many enemies.

Navy, bounty hunters, other pirate groups and even revenge lunatics who hate pirates and so on.

The base of going to sea is so large, so there are many pirates who have been exterminated.

It couldn't be more common.

Otherwise, how did so many rumors about ghost ships come from?

But a few days later, another pirate ship crashed into the port of a certain town in that sea area, and things became weird.

There were also no corpses, and no one was found.

There was no trace of battle on board, but the warm kettle and half-eaten food all proved that something lived on board not long ago.

Unable to find an answer, uneasiness and anxiety gathered among the people.

Branch 16 hastily stood up, saying that it was the work of an unnamed pirate hunter, and had already warned the pirate hunter, and the other party promised not to do it again.

The same thing cannot be said to have happened, and even the probability is not low. The 16 branches did not take it seriously, thinking that there would be no third time.

Then that same day, a third ghost ship appeared.

Yes, at this time, the people have already believed that these are the real ghost ships.

How else do you explain the lukewarm water jugs and half-eaten food on board in full view of the navy in broad daylight?

That is the port of your navy!

Does anyone take the opportunity to escape and don't know?

The trouble was someone else's. Monka was not moved by this, and after asking that there was no blood stain left on the ship like the deserted island that day, he stopped asking.

"Is this the fourth incident? I have a lot of hatred with pirates!"

Monka also tended to believe that it was done by a certain pirate hunter, but the other party never came to collect the bounty, so he couldn't confirm it.

"More than that, the ninth one!"

Lieutenant Colonel Clemens shook his head.

"so many?!"

Everyone was amazed.

Is it because people are tired, killing nine pirate groups in a row takes an average of three and a half days without taking a break?

That's not counting finding time.

In just one month, there are only a dozen pirates who are not afraid of death borrowed from the Navy branch, right?

"Isn't it!"

Climans shook his hand: "Anyway, the internal situation of the 16th branch can be imagined. After the first blame was given to the pirate hunters, it is impossible to pretend to be credited."

"The number of pirates in that sea area has indeed decreased, but there are also more ordinary people who have left their homes, for fear of being cursed by the ghost ship."

This Clemens really dares to say anything.

Mengka's eyelids twitched, and he coughed lightly: "Okay, don't worry about that for now, let's deal with our own troubles."

"Climans, you set off immediately and see if you can be of any help."

Since the mouse dared to reach out, why couldn't he reach out?

Climans, who was being used, didn't realize it, he stood at attention and saluted: "Yes!"

...

Jingle Bell.

Under the night, a small boat docked at the port of Shields Town.

In the rippling waves, a man wearing a bamboo hat jumped off the boat, took out a rope, and tied a man in a small boat to the pier stone pier.

His posture in tying the boat was weird, he was squatting down, like a Yazi with inconvenient hands and feet.

But not many people noticed this scene, and they didn't care if they noticed. The night was getting darker, and everyone was anxious to go home and sleep.

Jingle Bell!

A bell was tied to the prow of the boat, the sea water swayed slightly, and a dark figure emerged from the water, making the bell ring loudly.

Hearing the melodious sound of the bell, not far away, the eyelids of the boatman who was busy packing the fishing nets became heavy, and after a while, his head drooped and he snored.

"It works well."

Seeing this, Lovett nodded in satisfaction, took the bell handed over by the black knight, and held it in his hand.

"Then continue!"

The two figures walked towards Shields Town one after the other. Every three steps, Lovett shook the bell and chanted obscure spells.

hum!

Intangible and intangible mana fluctuations are transmitted along the sound waves. The town of Shields is not big, and the bells are carefully selected by him. Wherever the streets he walks through, a large number of residents fall asleep.

"There is a grievance and a debtor. You should thank Dr. Shelton."

"It was his courage to calmly face death that gave you a glimmer of life today."

Death is not scary.

But few people do it.

Each one is precious and worthy of the necromancer's respect.

Jingle Bell.

The sound of the bell echoed in the town.

At the same time, at the rear pier, one by one undead walked out of the sea in neat steps. Holding weapons that have been dripping from the sea in a mess, they set foot on this land that belongs to the living.

Suppressed roars followed, but the sleeping town residents didn't know that an army of undead was passing by outside their house.

Look at the number, it's more than three hundred!

It can be seen where Lovett has been this month.

As a naval branch, there must be someone in 153 who is responsible for night watch.

The two soldiers were leaning against the wall and taking a nap when suddenly, a piercing ringing echoed in their minds, stirring endlessly.

The sound of the bells, which put the townspeople to sleep, left them with a splitting headache.

Woke up with a start.

The two soldiers looked at the figure wearing a bamboo hat under the dim street lights in the street ahead, and the dense, invisible, but silent, dense figure behind him, and their hairs stood on end.

"who?!"

"I, come to get back one of the things I left here."

Hearing this, Lovett took off his bamboo hat, his long hair covered his cheeks, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

"what?"

The soldier replied, after thinking about it for a while, it was wrong: "You can come and get it tomorrow, you don't have to deal with business at such a late hour."

"No, it's not a business matter, it's a private matter."

Lovett stepped forward, obviously unarmed, but let two soldiers holding guns stick to the wall.

"The last time I left, I forgot to take everyone's...life!"

Hearing this sentence, a soldier's pupils suddenly constricted, his face flushed, and he choked out a syllable.

"enemy……!!"

Pooh!

The sound stopped abruptly, and a long black figure appeared in the center of the main entrance of the branch. With one left and one right hand, he was pinching two heads whose eyes were slowly dimming, making him look down at them.

Looking around again, the headless corpse sprayed blood from the neck, staining the wall red.

Dye the pitch-black word "justice" red!

"That way, it's much more pleasing to the eye."

The bamboo hat was raised, and then waved forward.

Roar! ! !

Angry roars resounded through the night sky, and zombie puppets broke free from their restraints, rushing into Branch 153 with a strong hatred for the living.

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