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Just as Yan Jiuru was racking his brain, the footsteps outside the door suddenly stopped.
Through the heavy hatch, his spiritual sense saw that the Bloody Baron hesitated for a moment, as if his attention was attracted by something. He turned his head to take a look, but decided to go over and take a look.
Yan Jiuru didn't know what attracted him, but he guessed that the other party would come back soon. He quickly cast another invisibility talisman on himself and then went straight to the hidden huge safe.
That's right, although the cabin where the Bloody Baron is located is not particularly large, in addition to a normal-sized safe that is relatively easy to find, there is also an extremely concealed integrated safe embedded in the head of the bed.
At first glance, it looks no different from a normal bulkhead.
If Yan Jiuru hadn't scanned it with his spiritual sense, it wouldn't have been visible to the naked eye.
Needless to say, it must have been done when the fishing boat was being modified.
Yan Jiuru moved quickly, without even trying the password, and directly used his spiritual sense to destroy the lock core and open the heavy safe door.
The large safe, half a person's height, is divided into three layers.
In addition to a stack of hand-drawn drawings, the upper layer was filled with boxes of various sizes. Yan Jiuru took a quick glance and found that they were all filled with various rare gems with outstanding characteristics: they were super large, bright in color, and pure without impurities.
Each one is a national treasure.
I don't know how these pirates got them, but they look like they were carefully selected.
Don't think too much, just put it all away.
The second layer was filled with stacks of US dollars.
In addition to the one hundred dollar denominations, there are other small denominations, non-consecutive numbers, and half-new and half-old, which are the best to use.
As Yan Jiuru put the money into his storage ring, he estimated that there were at least five million US dollars in cash.
This money definitely did not come from the ransom, and I don’t know if it was the Bloody Baron’s private stash.
The third floor is made entirely of gold bricks.
There is nothing much to say, I have to accept it.
It seems like a long time, but in fact it is emptied in just a dozen seconds.
Yan Jiuru raised his hand to knock on the wall, just in case there was a secret compartment or something. But just as he raised his hand, his ears moved!
"Click~" An extremely slight sound was heard, and when he turned his head, he saw the handle of the hatch turned slightly.
This is not the Bloody Baron!
No one opens the door like this when returning to their room.
Yan Jiuru immediately closed the safe quietly, turned around and hid at the door.
He didn't hide behind the door.
Firstly, he had a concealing talisman, so no one could see him, and it was inconvenient for him to get out after hiding behind the door.
Another thing is that most vigilant people's first reaction is to pay attention to places where people are more likely to hide, such as behind doors, rather than to the edges of doors that can be seen at a glance.
Sure enough, a slender and short figure squeezed in almost instantly, quickly closed the door with his backhand, and even locked the bolt on the door!
The man looked around the room quickly, and when he saw something on the table, he couldn't help but exclaimed "Yoshi" and ran straight over.
Yan Jiuru leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the person coming, while his ears pricked up to listen to the sounds outside.
Sure enough, not long after the "yoshi" sound fell, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door again.
Apparently, the Bloody Baron discovered something was wrong and rushed back.
The door was locked and the person outside turned the door handle hard.
"Yoshi" didn't care about the door at all and concentrated on collecting the models on the table.
Yan Jiuru gave a wicked smile, kindly pulled down the bolt, and silently hid his achievements and fame.
The door suddenly opened, and the Bloody Baron was slightly stunned before rushing in with a gun and started shooting without saying a word.
"Bang!"
“Bang, bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
The gunshots quickly attracted several nearby pirates, who shouted loudly and ran while looking around.
Soon, bursts of gunfire were heard on the deck.
Yan Jiuru guessed that he might be an accomplice of "Yoxi".
But, love whoever you want.
He took advantage of the Bloody Baron's entry to rush out, and destroyed the lock of the fishing hold amid the gunfire. He first collected weapons and equipment, then treasures, and finally food, drink and other supplies.
Originally, he wanted to leave no hair, but he still retained some rationality and gritted his teeth to keep one third.
If he took them all, he would be in trouble if pirates set their sights on his island.
It's okay if he's here, but if he's not here, those mercenaries may not be effective.
After finishing his work, he didn't care about the chaos on the deck and quickly retreated while there was still time.
***
"Splash--" A dark human figure emerged from the water.
"Who? Password!"
“Facing the sea!”
“Spring is here and flowers are blooming!”
"It's the island owner!"
Yan Jiuru spit out a mouthful of water, his teeth aching.
The deputy captain is such a prankster that their passwords all depend on what book he's picked up recently.
It’s really hard to put into words.
However, upon seeing him return, even the mercenaries and the newly captured pirates gathered around him, all asking, "How's it going, Island Master?"
"What?"
Yan Jiuru walked ashore with water dripping from his body.
The deputy team leader attentively handed him a large towel and said in a flattering manner, "Thank you for your hard work, Island Master. I will go to investigate next time."
Yan Jiuru took the towel and wiped it a few times casually, then threw the towel away and cursed "SHUT" and "FUCK" over and over again.
The deputy team leader and others finally understood: before the island owner got close, they started fighting with someone unknown.
The sound of the □□ is basically inaudible here due to the cover of the waves.
However, the pirate Onya immediately stood on the reef and listened attentively.
Yan Jiuru glanced at him and decided to listen.
"So, should we go back or wait here?"
Onya listened attentively for a while, then jumped off the reef and came over to ask him.
Yan Jiuru looked at him and motioned him to continue.
Pirates, their ambitions are never concealed. Onya smiled and said, "Island Master, no matter who wins or loses, there will definitely be casualties. We can pick up some loose ends and at least get some gas money, right?"
What the hell is this about making up for the gas money!
You want to reap the benefits and yet you sound so innocent!
A demon lord and a pirate are not good people in the traditional sense!
It was just that the pirates underestimated the Demon Lord, who had already grabbed a wave of them in advance. The remaining scraps were just left over.
However, since he was already here, it would be incompatible with the island owner's character to just leave like that.
Yan Jiuru put on camouflage clothes, combat boots, an American helmet, and the heavy machine gun in his hand. All of this equipment was the latest American equipment contributed by the Shark Gang.
Many of these black market goods have not even been officially deployed by the great army.
Yan Jiuru sat on the reef with a big horse and a golden sword, resting his chin at Onya: "Are there any more gunshots?"
Without real skills, you can't be a pirate, let alone a pirate leader.
It's possible that Onya could hear the distant gunfire through the sea breeze.
Onya nodded with a bit of lewdness, "It's not intense, it should be over in 10.8 minutes..." After saying that, he looked at him eagerly.
"It's okay if you want to go, but you have to wait until daybreak. Don't forget there are three patrol boats out there. If you get caught, you might end up being used as a scapegoat."
The mercenaries, who had been following with such enthusiasm, suddenly became stern. The deputy captain even grabbed the pirate leader by the collar and started to beat him up: "Damn it, you're trying to trick me into fighting with someone, but you're really just picking up the slack, right? Brothers, beat him up!"
"Damn it! I said he was so kind!"
A few mercenaries came up and started beating him up.
Yan Jiuru blew smoke rings and glanced at it a few times, but said nothing.
This pirate leader is testing his intelligence, he really deserves a beating.
Having a loyalty talisman does not mean that you are heartless. As long as you don't betray him, even if you try to be clever, the loyalty talisman will not be triggered.
The pirate leader was screaming in pain after being beaten, but his pirates just stood there with their arms crossed and watched the fight, no one went up to help.
The world of pirates is brutal and simple. As long as you don’t suffer any loss, who cares if you suffer any loss?
Onya was beaten so hard that he bent like a shrimp, holding his head and shrinking.
"Okay, let's teach him a lesson."
After Yan Jiuru gave the order, the deputy team leader and others stopped cursing.
After spitting the cigarette butt into the sea, Yan Jiuru walked over and gave Oniya a hard kick, sneering, "How dare you test me?"
He signaled the deputy to pick up the men and watch over them. "Leave one sentry to observe what's going on over there. The others can rest. When it gets light, we can go join in the fun."
"Watch them! Anyone who tries to escape or betray us will be shot dead on the spot!"
"Yes! Island Master!"
At night, Yan Jiuru occupied a patrol boat to rest alone.
The patrol boat's cable was tied to the reef, and the boat was still swaying in the sea. It was definitely not as comfortable as on the island. But Yan Jiuru had the scales of a dragon and was very accustomed to it.
He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but in fact he was using his spiritual sense to check the things he had brought back from the Bloody Baron.
I didn't have time to take a closer look at that time.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but be delighted.
If he guessed correctly, that stack of hand-drawn drawings should be where the pirates hid their treasure.
Since it was hidden in the Bloody Baron's safe, it must be his private collection, right?!
Yan Jiuru counted them and found there were nine in total.
These drawings are both new and old. Judging by divine sense, the earliest one is at least ten years old.
The most recent one was probably from a year ago.
Yan Jiuru guessed that this guy might save up for a year before hiding once.
It’s a pity that he acted early.
Well, take some time to dig it back.
***
The night was calm.
As the sea surface was filled with scattered golden light, early-rising water birds landed on the patrol boat and sang with their throats.
Yan Jiuru also stood up and stretched his limbs, "Everyone get up! Hurry up and eat and get to work!"
"Fuck it, hurry up, or you won't be able to eat the shit before it's hot."
A mercenary who had been with Yan Jiuru for a long time said with a playful smile: "Island Master, we are tired of eating lobsters and tuna, why do we still need to eat shit?"
"If you get into trouble again, I'll give you a taste of his skin!"
"Hehe, let's leave the good stuff to the Shark Gang Leader."
. . . . . .
Chatting and laughing didn't interfere with the work, and everything was cleaned up in ten minutes.
Yan Jiuru climbed to the highest point of the reef and took out a telescope to observe. The Bloody Baron in his spiritual sense was still in the same place as yesterday and had not moved. There were only three or four people on the boat who were busy moving things onto the two speedboats below!
"Damn it! Quick! Get ready to go!"
Yan Jiuru's scream startled everyone.
"What's going on?"
"Hurry up, damn it, someone's cutting in! Hurry, we're leaving in three minutes, anyone late will be in trouble!"
Yan Jiuru's patrol boat roared and flew out close to the sea surface with a whoosh.
The deputy team leader picked up Onya and threw him onto the patrol boat. Before he could find his footing, the brother in charge of driving the speedboat stepped on the accelerator and followed closely behind. The remaining boats also stepped on the accelerator and caught up.
When it comes to dividing the spoils, we must not fall behind.
A dozen nautical miles is just a matter of a dozen minutes for the high-speed patrol boat. With a turn, the Bloody Baron parked behind the island reef appeared in front of them.
The battle plan had already been distributed.
Yan Jiuru led his men to attack from the front, the deputy team leader led his men to support from the other side, the remaining group was on guard, and the other two groups were responsible for the head and tail respectively.
Hearing the roar of the speedboat, the people who were loading things took a look and immediately sent two people to run to the side of the ship to adjust the rocket launcher.
"Island Master, they have artillery!"
"What are you afraid of? We have everything they have, too. Damn it!"
Yan Jiuru picked up a Soviet-style RPG rocket launcher, quickly loaded it with grenades, aimed at the pirates who were about to operate the artillery on the big ship to destroy them, and fired a howitzer!
"Destroy it as soon as you find it!" Yan Jiuru shouted and then fired another shot!
"Bang——"
"Bang——"
Lillian, the mercenary in charge of loading his grenades with gunpowder, laughed heartily. "Hahaha, if there are too many survivors, even the island owner thinks it's a waste of food!"
Damn, this guy is a bit talkative, but he's quite nimble with his hands.
He was the one who rushed to feed Yan Jiuru with ammunition.
Yan Jiuru fired a barrage of rockets, and no one was left standing on the ship, and those who were hiding dared not show their heads.
There's no way. Whoever comes up will be bombarded with howitzers. How can we have fun with such strong firepower?
"Get aboard!"
Despite such strong firepower, the big ship didn't escape!
This is fucking abnormal.
He suspected that the Bloody Baron had been killed by Yoxi and his gang.
Damn, the address of his treasure...
Yan Jiuru boarded the ship with an AK in hand. There were more than ten dead and wounded on the deck. They were all blown to pieces and it was impossible to see them. There were only a few complete bodies. It was hard to say how many there were, but there was no one alive.
"Quasi, take the guard and pay attention to the surrounding sea areas."
"Kingsley, take some men to search the fish hold!"
"Rang, take your men and check each of the crew's cabins one by one. Feed those who resist to the fish, and leave two or three alive for questioning."
. . . . . .
Yan Jiuru took Lillian to the captain's lounge.
As soon as he got closer, he knew why the big ship didn't run away.
The Bloody Baron lay on the ground with only one breath left, a small scimitar stuck in his chest, where his heart should be.
No one dares to draw their sword in this position, as doing so will lead to death.
If you don't pull it out, you can only survive for an hour or so.
At the same time, two "Yao Xi" were lying in a pool of blood on the ground!
"Island Master, the one who was shot in the head died instantly. This one was shot in the chest and neck and also died."
"There should be another one who escaped."
Lillian shook his head regretfully, but he put his hands on the first guy's face, fumbled for a moment, and suddenly said: "Human Skin Mask." Before the word "tool" came out, the originally "dead" man suddenly grabbed his wrist and knocked him over!
Um?
"Hahahaha, that's fucking hilarious, hahaha..." Lillian ripped off the human skin mask and pointed at the man on the ground, laughing. "Fuck, you're pretty patient. Why don't you keep pressing on?"
The muzzle of a cold gun is pressed against my forehead, what the hell is going on?
"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early!"
Yan Jiuru signaled Lillian to control the man, and he hurried to search for the address of the Bloody Baron's treasure map.
It seems that there is more air exhaled than inhaled, and it would be troublesome if someone died.
***
"Island Master, we've finished searching the cabin, and it's almost been emptied. The deputy captain wants to know if we should move everything down or..."
Yan Jiuru got the address of the treasure and wanted to dig out some useful information from the Bloody Baron, but he was distracted for a moment and died!
The subordinate who came to report was dumbfounded: It’s over, the sticky guy is blaming me!
Yan Jiuru went up and hit him with the butt of his rifle, "You've got no manners! What are you moving? Just drive back!"
"Hey, okay!" The subordinate ran away.
After a while, the deputy team leader came running over, carrying Onya, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement: "Island Master, have we really captured this big ship?"
When he saw the scene in front of him, he was immediately shocked: "Damn it, I was wondering why it was so smooth, it turns out that the captain was killed!"
"Is it these two who did it?
After saying that, without waiting for anyone to answer, he left Onya and went to strip Xiao Rizi's clothes.
"Island Master, look, damn, this is the logo of the Jiuju Society!"
He pointed to a small flower hidden just below the neck of that little girl and showed it to Yan Jiuru.
Yan Jiuru leaned over and said, "This is also very common."
The deputy captain shook his head. He had been a mercenary for more than ten years and had dealt with these people before.
"This organization has over a dozen similar logos. They may look insignificant, but they're very powerful. These two must be ninjas."
That's true.
Yan Jiuru saw with his own eyes one of them come in through a crack in the door that was less than the width of a palm.
But that person should have gone ahead with his "harvest".
Yan Jiuru looked up at the sky.
The transformed model can only last for half an hour before it turns to ashes. I wonder if the guy who got the treasure will commit suicide by cutting his stomach when he returns to find that there is nothing!
"Yoshi!"
***
It was already afternoon when the group excitedly returned to their island.
The large ship temporarily docked at Red Coral Island.
All the supplies, weapons, equipment and people on the ship were disposed of.
Including those two Jiuju Ninjas.
He wanted to take it back and hand it over to the country, but there were so many people watching, and it would be troublesome if something went wrong.
Unfortunately, from the crew's confessions and the results of the Bloody Baron's soul search, it was learned that the three patrol boats had already been dealt with by Xiao Rizi in advance.
There were probably seven people on the other side, three of them helped each other to go to the captain's lounge to look for things, and the rest were responsible for attracting fire on the deck.
No country in the world has succeeded, and I don’t know how Xiao Rizi got the news.
If he hadn't happened to get it a few minutes earlier, it would be hard to say.
Yan Jiuru ordered his men to unload the cannons and other heavy weapons from the side of the ship and pack them into boxes, which he would take away himself.
The empty ship was handed over to the deputy captain and his men.
Damn it, otherwise he would have rebelled with heavy weapons.
***
After dealing with these trivial matters, Yan Jiuru had more than three days of vacation.
It's too late anyway. Besides, he has something in his hand, so it's too late.
In the evening, he went to Water World from the Blue Hole.
"Fellow Daoist Turtle, how are you?"
The old turtle slowly slid over and returned the greeting with a bow: "Of course, I am fine. It is Brother Daoist Yan that has made great progress in his cultivation. Congratulations!"
He's quite good at talking.
The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and the old turtle told Yan Jiuru the good news: "Fellow Daoist Yan, you are lucky, you just happened to catch the Crystal Palace's ten-year fair, which lasts for a whole month.
Many fellow Taoists from other realms rushed over.
If I hadn't had anyone to take my place, I'd have wanted to go and see what was happening."
"Oh? That's great."
"However," the old turtle reminded him, "not all people are good, and the road may not be peaceful."
Of course Yan Jiuru knew.
He pulled out a substitute talisman from the space and gave it to the old turtle, "Thanks for the reminder."
The old turtle happily accepted it.
Yan Jiuru rode the dragon scales and sped along the way. He encountered more and more human-shaped aquatic creatures of various kinds along the way. Occasionally, he would meet practitioners from other realms. He also saw the demons who felt very familiar to him.
But everyone was in a hurry to get on their way and no one talked to them.
Even if there are, most of them are malicious.
Yan Jiuru dealt with several groups of people who followed him, blocked his way, or chatted him up, and obtained more than twenty storage bags and magical tools.
"Hey! This business is really good. It makes money much faster than setting up a regular stall."
Yan Jiuru emptied another storage bag, separated the spirit stones and packed them separately, and would sort out the rest slowly when he had time.
"Well, we've only walked halfway, and we've already harvested 312 high-grade, 1,838 mid-grade, and 62,194 low-grade spirit stones. I don't know how many people these people have robbed, and they still don't know how to stop. Look, now we're getting a bargain!"
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