22: Chapter 22 Kill! Captain Mike!

He summoned one hundred Sailors again and equipped 65 of them with the long sabers he had saved from the start.

Watching their busy backs, Chen Fan took a deep breath and summoned Drake.

With a flash of light, Drake, dressed in grey, appeared.

At your service, my master!

Look up.

Chen Fan turned on the searchlight, illuminating the room.

Upon hearing this, Drake looked up, staring straight ahead.

Chen Fan frowned; he felt that something was wrong with Drake's state.

Navigator, do you want to drink?

Drake did not hesitate at all and replied mechanically: I do not need to eat, my master.

The emotionless reply made Chen Fan's heart sink.

That half of Drake's intelligence had vanished.

In an instant, countless guesses flashed through his mind, but now was not the time to ponder this.

Waving his hand, Chen Fan said: Go assist Captain Kuka.

Yes, my master. Drake bowed and then turned to leave.

Before long, the Sailors cut open the large net and carefully threw it into the sea.

Chen Fan turned to Kuka: Can you catch up?

Kuka pondered for a moment and nodded slightly.

Drake, identify the direction. Yes, Captain!

Drake took the order and ran quickly to the stern, continuously scanning with the searchlight.

Chen Fan looked at Kuka's face, was silent for a moment, then took out a glass of beer and raised it.

Captain Kuka, do you want to drink?

Suddenly, Kuka's dull eyes brightened slightly; hesitating for a moment, he shook his head.

We are about to sail, it is not appropriate to drink.

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that only after dying would that bit of intelligence dissipate.

Well done, Captain Kuka. Once the mission is complete, I will reward you with all you can drink.

Kuka laughed heartily, Thank you, my master.

Rapid footsteps sounded. Drake trotted back and quickly said: Report, Master, Captain, they have fled north all the way.

Chen Fan snorted coldly, Pursue! Yes! Yes!

... On the other side. After traveling over a kilometer, Captain Mike finally ran towards the stern, hunched over.

At this time, the First Mate had completely stopped breathing, but his hands were still tightly gripping the helm, ensuring the ship continued straight.

Mike's eyes were bloodshot as he pulled out the crossbow bolts from the First Mate's body, one by one.

Lexi, rest assured, this vengeance will be taken!

The Sailors also carried up a rectangular box and placed it silently to the side.

They all understood that there was no cover behind the helm, directly facing the enemy behind them.

If it weren't for Lexi firmly controlling the steering wheel, causing the ship to veer backwards, they would have had to come over to steer.

In that situation, it was almost a situation where whoever came would die. In other words, the First Mate saved them with his own life.

Low sobbing sounds continued to ring out; several Sailors knelt beside Lexi, gripping his hands tightly.

Some people kept making gestures with their hands, praying for Lexi.

The Chief Engineer patted Mike's shoulder. Captain, let's go back first.

Mike said nothing, his pupils dilated, his chest heaving rapidly.

Seeing this, the Chief Engineer thought it was bad and quickly shook Mike. Captain, enough people have died, let's go back first!

You want me to flee back like a stray dog?

Mike looked up, staring directly at the Chief Engineer. Inside his eye sockets, his deeply sunken eyeballs were glowing with a scarlet light.

The Chief Engineer swallowed and said with difficulty: We don't have enough manpower, and we didn't bring enough firepower. The opponent is too strange; it's better to wait until we go back and reorganize before coming back to settle the score with them.

Yes, Captain, the opponent is too strange; their ship can instantly transform.

And the opponent is extremely despicable; they only showed one ship crossbow at first, and only after we let our guard down did they bring out the other two.

Captain, think carefully; perhaps they still have other tricks up their sleeves!

The Sailors persuaded him with sad faces. The atmosphere, as the sobbing spread, gradually became heavy.

The Chief Engineer said nothing, standing straight at his side. He was waiting. Waiting for Captain Mike to give the order.

Mike clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh, threads of blood flowing down his knuckles.

After a long while, he released his fists and sighed deeply. Let's go back.

Mm... Mm. The Sailors nodded repeatedly with tears on their faces.

The Chief Engineer also sighed, took off his coat, put it on Mike, and patted his shoulder.

Don't worry, we will take revenge, definitely! After saying that, he turned and walked into the cabin.

A cold wind blew; Mike tightened his coat and walked silently to the stern.

The First Mate's blood had been wiped dry by the Sailors, leaving only a little bright red.

Mike gripped the helm tightly, his eyes glowing with red light. Old Lexi, wait for me to avenge you.

Gritting his teeth, he jerked the steering wheel. The black smoke continued its voyage.

Just at this moment, a familiar sound made his hair stand on end.

Careful... Before the words could finish, his whole body trembled, and intense pain instantly eroded his mind.

Looking down, a huge crossbow bolt had pierced through his chest and was stuck in the helm.

Captain!!! The Chief Engineer was devastated and rushed up like a madman.

Mike's eyes were wide with rage; ignoring the pain coming from his chest, he roared: Don't come over!

The Chief Engineer froze, then gritted his teeth, his eyes welling with tears. Captain, I'm coming to save you.

Because he knew the opponent had more than one ship crossbow, the Chief Engineer dared not delay; he cut the crossbow tip with a saber and tried to support Mike to the side.

However. Whoosh— The sound that brought despair to both of them came again.

The Chief Engineer smiled miserably; before he could act, a crossbow bolt stained with blood pierced his chest.

Uh... Cap, Captain, run. His mouth twitched, and after muttering a few words, his whole body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

He was unluckier than Mike. The crossbow bolt had directly pierced his heart. He died on the spot!

Immediately, the roar of an engine sounded, and the sailboat behind them approached rapidly.

Mike gritted his teeth, the intense pain making his eyelids twitch. Looking at the dazed Sailors, he hissed: Full speed... ahead.

The Sailors were jolted awake, two of them came up to support Mike, while the others began frantically throwing coal into the boiler.

However, the Sailors, in a state of chaos, made frequent mistakes, and within just a few minutes, they were caught up.

Whoosh— Three wind-breaking sounds rang out again.

Mike opened his eyes wide in terror. He watched the three people who were hugging the crossbow bolts tightly, being carried along as they flew towards him.

He wailed in despair, his head drooping. At the moment his eyes were about to close.

Three more crossbow bolts, carrying three strong men, were stuck into the mast.

Thud. The six strong men landed together and slowly walked towards Mike. It's... over.