Molière tried his best to use easy-to-understand words to popularize the knowledge of cultural relics to these illiterate pirates. He told this group of illiterate pirates that these gold coins have a history of thousands of years, which is equivalent to the Qin and Han Dynasties in China. Do you think they were left behind at that time? Can something be worthless?
As long as you let me live, I can take you to Hong Kong to find a big seller in Europe and sell it at a top-notch price. The money will be enough for you to buy a better pirate ship, one with a big soft sail like the one in Europe. The ship can be quickly clipped, as fast as it is flying close to the water, making it absolutely exciting to rob.
Goldfish's eyes were stunned. "My dear! Why do you still work as a guard for the caravan when you are so rich? You are not deceiving me, are you? You must give me an explanation... Forget it, I am too lazy to listen to your explanation. , if you want me to believe you, you have to do something to make me believe it, right?"
"Your identities are suspicious. What if we are in big trouble? If I let you go, wouldn't I be asking for trouble? Besides, you took me to Hong Kong. What if you set a trap to hack me? You want me to believe you. If I go to Hong Kong with you to sell gold coins, you have to hand over a certificate of surrender!"
"Ah? What is it? A certificate of surrender..." Molière still didn't know much about Eastern culture. It was a bit difficult for him to listen to such pure black talk, but he knew that he had persuaded the pirate, and it seemed that he wanted to Take yourself to Hong Kong.
Great, as long as I get to Hong Kong, even Xiao Letian will be helpless. The British and French forces will protect me. I will go back to Paris when I find a chance. God still loves me, hahaha!
Molière, who was laughing wildly in his heart, did not dare to make a sound or express his excitement. He smiled humbly, "Yes, yes! I listen to you. Please tell me clearly what is going on..."
Goldfish Eyes sneered, "For the sake of your dedication of so many gold coins, I can spare your life, but my hot and sour soup is still missing. I have to eat it...and for the God of the Sea." There must be sacrifices too!”
"Except for the three of you, the rest of the men on this ship are my men. Who do you want to kill? Choose one yourself..." After saying that, a sharp dagger was nailed in front of Molière's feet.
Molière was already stupid. Only now did he understand what a surrender was. It turned out that he wanted to kill his own people and let his own hands be stained with their own people's blood. In this way, there would be no way out and his shortcomings would be pinched in the opponent's hands. Inside.
The closed hatch was opened again, and two dead dog-like French intelligence officers were dragged out, their heads hanging softly on their chests.
The sailor turned over the two fainted French intelligence officers and let their faces rush up. Molière looked at the two men with bruised noses and swollen faces and couldn't help but feel sad.
He was Asia who had brought twenty of his subordinates with him. In mission after mission and battle after battle, many died and disappeared, and in the end only these two were left.
Each of his subordinates was a confidant whom he had cultivated for more than three years. After they were all dead, it would be another three to five years before he could support such a capable team again.
But what if you don’t take action? Do you want to die here? Are you unwilling to die here with all your heart?
The cold hilt of the knife was held in the hand, and the dark red silk thread was wrapped with traces of old blood. God knows how many people's chests this dagger opened and how many people's bellies were broken!
"Do you really want to take action? Do you really want to eat people's hearts?" Molière's lips and hands were shaking like chaff.
"Haha, of course, the hot and sour soup cooked by the human heart is extremely delicious. Eat it to strengthen your courage! If you eat the hot and sour soup made by the human heart, the devils in hell will avoid you. Haven't you heard that saying? Gods and ghosts are afraid of evil people! "
"Do it, just do it! Use this knife to open their bellies and dig out their hearts... This way you can survive! I will send you to Hong Kong, I will make you safe... Hahaha!"
The tip of the knife moved back and forth in front of the two fainted men. Molière didn't know how to choose. His last bit of human conscience warned him not to do so.
"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry. If I don't do this, I will die! I can't die. I still have my unfulfilled life ideal. I want to go home! I can't die here..."
"I'm sorry Raymond! Who asked you to question my command from the beginning? Why do you damn thing always question my orders! Go to hell..."
Anger arose in his heart and turned evil into his courage. Molière lost the last trace of his human conscience and stabbed Leo directly in the chest with his sharp dagger.
Poof! The sound of the blade penetrating into the flesh was heard, blood spattered everywhere, and the surrounding people exclaimed. All the Chinese pirates were dumbfounded, "It really went in! Holy shit, it really happened!"
Molière closed his eyes and pressed the dagger down with both hands, as if the dagger had pierced the deck and pierced Leo's heart. Now the blade could no longer advance half a centimeter.
"Leo! You are the most disobedient of my subordinates. You brought it upon yourself to be where you are today..." Molière opened his eyes as he spoke.
"Ah!" What he saw made him exclaim. It turned out that Leo had not fainted. The angry intelligence officer held the blade of the dagger with both hands, and the dagger had penetrated into the bones of his palm.
Leo seemed not to know the pain, holding the knife tightly with both hands, blood flowing on his chest, and the anger in his eyes spurted out, "You want to kill me? You have to kill me to save your own life! Okay, okay, this is me Commander who has served for five years!"
"You beast, if you have an ideal and haven't fulfilled it, don't I have an ideal? If you want to live, I have to die! Don't you just want to get promoted and make a fortune in Paris? So you have to step on our corpses to move up. climb!"
"Go to hell!" A rabbit kicked an eagle, and Molière was kicked away.
Leo's hands were pierced by daggers, and he stood alone on the deck. He even forgot to ask someone to pull out the knife. A feeling of sadness surged into his heart. He shouted to the topless woman, "You win." Yes! You crazy woman has won! Do whatever you want, hahaha... do whatever you want!"
The woman who was playing the wine put down her glass and smiled and clapped her hands, "Hahaha... Okay, okay, it's really wonderful, Golden Eyed Snapper! I won this bet again, and all the money you made this year will be returned to you." It’s mine!”
"Golden-eyed sea bream! You are the most dominant golden-eyed sea bream in the South China Sea!" Molière was shocked when he heard this familiar voice. "Damn it, you dare to trick me, haven't you been recruited by Xiao Letian a long time ago? Bastard …”
He rushed forward and tried to fight, but the two pirates next to him knocked him to the ground with one kick, and then stepped on his head with two stinky feet. "Be honest! We are here, but you are not as arrogant as you are." Got it!"
The golden-eyed snapper had no time to talk to Molière. He put on a pitiful look and bent down and said to the woman, "Junko! My good wife, raise your hand and leave half of it for me... This man It would be so shameless if we didn’t have any money to spend!”
Something happened that shocked Leo. This crazy woman was actually called Junko? She is pure bullshit! And she’s also the daughter-in-law of Golden Eyed Snapper?
