The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Among the orders that police need to abide by, not shooting at civilians is the most important one. This is to maintain the image of police justice. It is also to maintain the image of the government protecting the weak. Rather than enslaving the weak.

However, Elok is not subject to this rule. Although he didn't want to cause trouble, if someone really upset him, he wouldn't mind letting him send him to heaven before he could react.

However, the price of one bullet per gold coin is a bit expensive. Such a waste.

He crossed his arms and held the silver pain in his left hand. His eyes were lowered and he looked like a cruel person.

Seeing the frightened looks of the onlookers, he sneered, put down his hands, and strode forward.

The crowd automatically made way for a passage and avoided this great god.

"It seems that sometimes violence can really solve some problems." Florian said with emotion.

Alok had no such emotion, but said:

"The attitude of others towards me determines my attitude towards others. If the other person treats me politely, I will return the favor even more politely. If someone treats me in a vulgar way, I will treat him as a brother. If someone treats me in a polite way, I will treat him as my brother." For violence, I will return violence to him.”

Finally, he added: "No matter what type of violence it is. Both verbal and psychological."

Hearing this, Florian was noncommittal and finally said:

"That requires enough confidence and strength. I can't do it anymore."

Airok laughed when he heard this, knowing what Florian was worried about, so he comforted:

"Florian. You are strong enough. The Hutt Empire is also strong enough. But you must tolerate the weak. So as a black man, you must learn to be polite to everyone. I don't have to."

This is why Elok is unwilling to become a black man or a member of the temple.

That will allow you to gain more rights and lose more freedom.

Live under more rules.

Although this allows him to gain more rights, Alok still hopes to have more freedom and less order to abide by.

He stretched out his hand again, patted Florian's shoulder that was as high as his own head, and said:

"Look around. You are protecting the weak. Unlike me, I only bully the weak." Alok said mockingly.

"No, you protected more weak people." Florian lowered his head rarely and said seriously.

"Hahaha, what the hell. I'm just doing what I like to do." Alok responded happily.

He pointed to the stairs in front and found two guards waiting there. So he curled his lips and asked:

"What's going on?"

"It's a necessary step to avoid the passengers on the lower decks from running up and causing trouble." Florian sighed and said. "I didn't want to do this either, but last time there was a fool who went crazy and rushed to the second class cabin to make a fuss."

He shrugged, spread his hands, and said without continuing:

"Originally, the entire Dror was open to traffic at will, but now it has to be done this way."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud shout suddenly burst out from downstairs.

"Return now and drive out the stowaways."

"Either the stowaway dies or I die."

"Improve the food and stop being a slave. I want to be free."

Listening to these distinctive slogans, Alok understood what these passengers were doing.

Protest. If it were placed in a city, it would be a parade.

In order to fight for their own rights, or to fight for rights that should not belong to them.

But he was very confused.

A theft of a second-class cabin, plus the stowaway of a person.

Why did it cause such a big reaction?

This is not in people's interests.

He stopped at the top of the stairs and took a look at the scene inside.

Many passengers wearing workers' clothes or half-clothed were waving their arms and making loud noises.

Alok's brows gradually frowned. It seems there is no way to investigate below.

He scratched his head and said to Florian:

"Let's go to the crime scene in the second-class cabin. I'll look for clues for you."

Florian made no comment and followed Airok back to where he was just now.

They came to a stolen room.

The crime scene was a two-bedroom apartment, but only one person lived there.

It could be considered that I had some connections to buy such a room. But unfortunately, just because there is only one person living there, it becomes the number one target for thieves.

All valuables in the room were stolen. Fortunately the thieves had no regard for his clothes. Just like the young man who was stolen last time, he didn't have a dress to wear, so he couldn't go to the restaurant to eat.

"The crime occurred last night. 23 gold coins were stolen. Kate doesn't remember how many. In addition, there was a silver pocket watch, a silver-headed cane, and a one-handed sword." Florian introduced.

"There were no traces left inside the house, as if it had never been there. The locks were not broken, and the windows were not opened. There were no footprints, nor any useful traces. If the gentleman hadn't insisted that it was really lost, I don’t even believe it.” He pointed at the man sitting in the room and continued.

"Mr. Sheriff, you're here again. I wonder if we can find the damn thief this time." The person who was stolen was also a young man, but he seemed a little depressed. Sitting on the bed, he looked at the two of them listlessly.

After hearing Florian's words, he argued again:

"I really lost all my money. That was my college living expenses after I went to Damei. I originally put my pocket watch and my wallet on my bedside and my desk. It just disappeared like that. If it's lost, what should I do!!"

At this point, he was a little frustrated and shouted with his head in his hands.

"Don't worry, we will find it back for you soon. You can't run away on the ship." Florian replied briefly.

He gestured to Alok to start as soon as possible.

Alok nodded to show his understanding. Then he closed his eyes and began to recall the memories of last night here in his memory.

After a while, he successfully found the abnormal place.

The property on the table suddenly disappeared, but the one-handed sword hanging on the hanger gradually disappeared into the shadow from the tip of the sword to the hilt.

Alok raised his eyebrows.

This is not a normal thief.

Judging from Alok's past experience.

The way of hiding in the shadow is exactly the skill of an assassin.

However, what surprised Alok was that As a superhuman, stealing such small property seems a bit cheap.

Moreover, as a second-level assassin, do you really need that little money? ?

Although he knew it, he didn't say anything. Instead, he glanced at Florian and motioned him to leave.

He ignored the young man who was sighing behind him.

The two of them came to the third-floor deck in silence and found a secluded place. Alok said:

"There is an assassin on the ship. Do you know?"

"I know. The one who assassinated Count Edward?" Florian looked at Alok with a different look in his eyes. That look seemed to say: Isn't that you? ?

"I mean an assassin of the superhuman profession. A second-level assassin." Alok was speechless about Florian's understanding ability and explained again.

"Oh? I don't know." Florian was interested, holding the railing with one hand, turned around and asked.

"Do you mean that the thief is the assassin?"

Alok did not explain, but quietly turned on the astral vision and judged the location of the assassin. Pointing in that direction, he smiled and said:

"Over there. Let's go find him."

Florian didn't ask Alok how he found him. This was also a basic respect for a professional. It was also based on trust in him. He could always do things that others couldn't do.

Alok had been dealing with the assassin profession for quite a long time. And many battles were related to assassins, so this was the profession he knew best. Except for pirates.

Following the guidance of the shadow, Alok and Florian finally stopped in a chess and card room behind the three-story ship.

The young man in the peaked cap was gambling with several gentlemen present.

He was wearing a black dress vest and a white shirt underneath. He had short brown hair, was not tall, and was thin.

Soon, Alok made a judgment.

An assassin dressed as a man.