Molière was so beaten that he seemed to be in a dream, a dream from which he would never wake up. He hadn't slept a wink for two days in a row, and he was hit hard on the head. Logically speaking, he should have passed out or passed out.
But there is indeed a special situation, which is commonly known as being overtired. Long-term fatigue and depression make people's minds in a state of abnormal excitement. At this time, letting them rest cannot calm down the cerebral cortex.
Molière is now in such a state. There is only a slit in his eyes, and the whole world has become strange and bizarre. Seeing Raymond betraying him and beating him, and seeing the tall pirate ship approaching them, his body felt light as if he was being dragged aboard by a rope.
Lying on the deck, with feet everywhere in his eyes, Raymond and the two seemed to be arguing about something, and his things were also taken away. He was shouting in his heart, "Don't find my code book, don't find me." The code book! 'But no sound comes out of my mouth.
Raymond and the two were beaten hard by the pirates. They were beaten until they were bent over like boiled shrimps. The yellow-skinned pirates dragged them by their hair into the cabin. It seemed that the water prison must be waiting for them.
There was a splash, and the cold sea water splashed onto Molière's head. The sense of wakefulness immediately drove away the drowsiness, and he began to cough violently.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough... don't kill me, I am British, I am a sailor on a merchant ship..." Molière's Chinese is relatively standard, at least the other party can understand it.
"Fuck you! Are you a sailor? A sailor uses a fucking Colt? I have carried more than 120 fixed-loading metal bullets. Do you think I am a fool?" With a bang, an iron fist It hit Molière's face, and stars suddenly shot out in front of his eyes.
Damn it, I met an expert today. Moliere shook the blood on his forehead and looked at the man in front of him carefully. He was a man of short stature but unusually burly. His dark skin looked like he had been sunburned from working for a living at sea all year round.
There is a tattoo of a big fish faintly exposed on his chest. Looking at this man's facial features, the most impressive thing is the pair of bulging eyes, which are as protruding as a goldfish and makes the whole person very ferocious.
Rough bandit! This is definitely a gangster! Looking at the pirates around this man, none of them are good, and the smell of blood even exceeds that of a veteran of hundreds of battles.
What's even more surprising is that in a corner of the deck, a woman wearing a Japanese waiter is topless and drinking with several men. She drinks a bowl of strong liquor with her head raised. The woman is doing nothing but the man opposite. But he drank and fell down, which was met with laughter from a group of people.
The woman's skin is young, healthy, tight and elastic, and her wheat-colored skin looks like it has been exposed to the sun. The swollen breasts are firm and beautiful, which made Moliere, who had seen countless European beauties, admire her.
Perfect! Top-notch, perfect breasts can only be owned by women who practice martial arts. That kind of beauty is not something that weak women can have.
What frightened Molière even more was that among a group of bandits, there was a very beautiful Japanese woman, with her upper body bare, exposing everything that should not be exposed, but none of the men around her dared to look at her with lustful eyes.
It's not that they dare not look at the two lumps on her chest. Everyone can look at them openly, but there is no trace of lust in their eyes, or they dare not have the slightest trace of lust.
The pirates looked at the two lumps as if they were looking at their own breasts. Their eyes were natural and calm, as if they were seeing two steamed buns, or two coconuts, or two mangoes... It was just such an ordinary look, without any trace of emotion. A bit of evil desire between men and women.
This woman must be very terrifying. Her aura can not only intimidate the hearts of these pirates, but also intimidate the primitive desires of all men. This shows how terrifying this woman is on a daily basis!
Molière didn't dare to slow down and started to spin lies. "Boss, I'm not lying to you. I'm really a British sailor, but my position is as an armed guard, so I have a gun..."
"Fart!" With a loud bang, he punched Moliere on the head again. The goldfish-eyed boss grabbed his hair and lifted him up from the deck. "You want to lie to me? Those two people just confessed, you Damn it, they are obviously French, and they are French who came to fight Ryukyu. You have really had enough..."
"Hehehe... I haven't had hot and sour soup for a long time. It will be delicious if I dig out your heart and stew it with mackerel and shark's fin! Since you want to lie to me, I will dig out your heart. Come out and eat!”
With a sharp sound, Molière's clothes were torn to pieces, and his chest covered with golden chest hair was exposed and was blown cold and biting by the sea breeze.
Molière was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He knew that the bad news was bad. People in the East were not wise. Those stupid Chinese people couldn't tell how many countries there were in Europe.
In the eyes of these closed-minded Chinese, there is no difference at all between France, Prussia, the Netherlands, and the United Kingdom. They all have the same name: foreign devils.
Now this pirate can clearly tell his nationality, which means that Leo and others have rebelled and they have confessed everything.
Just when Molière was thinking about how to deal with it, the goldfish-eyed boss said with a cruel smile, "Actually, I don't care which country you are from. As long as you make me rich, I don't care about anything... But I hate others taking advantage of me." If you think I'm a fool, I'll eat your heart and sacrifice your life to heaven!"
"Wait! I have money, I have money for you, I will give you money for my life!" Molière yelled, "I have gold coins in that leather pocket, and I gave them all to you..."
"Are a few gold coins enough for us to share this shitty thing? Do you think I've never seen gold? I made a lot of gold and silver from a business on the sea, so do you care about your few gold coins? "
The goldfish-eyed boss roared angrily and opened his bow left and right with a big mouth, "I made you look down on me, damn you, I made you look down on me, how can you get rid of me with just a little gold?"
"Wait, wait, boss!" Molière struggled desperately and explained desperately, "Listen to my explanation, listen to me..." Maybe it was because the goldfish's eyes and hands hurt from being beaten, so he let go and threw Molière on the deck. .
"Speak! If you can't make sense, I'll kill you..."
Molière didn't care to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He quickly touched the leather bag and placed more than twenty gold coins on the deck. He almost cried in grievance.
"This distinguished boss! This is not an ordinary gold coin. This is really not an ordinary gold coin. This is a cultural relic! Do you understand the cultural relics?"
"Don't understand? Let's put it this way, why do those scholars in Jiangnan, as well as big businessmen and officials, like ancient things? That's called Wenwan, right, right... You Chinese call things Wenwan antiques, so to speak Do you understand?"
"These are gold coins from more than a thousand years ago. They are gold coins from the ancient Roman Empire. They are very valuable. I'm not going to lie to you. This one gold coin can be exchanged for tens of thousands of gold coins today!"
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