"I have seen many similar adventurers, but they all died in the bottom of the sea!

"It's not difficult to hunt down a pirate alone, but can you prevent follow-up retaliation? The prostitutes in the bar, the ordinary-looking customers, may be the pirate's informant! Your friendly accomplices will be bought at any time, behind the scenes Give you a shot! The pirates will collect information in advance and surround the ship you are on. Can you protect all the passengers? Can you survive the bombardment of the artillery and the inescapable sea? "

After venting his inner fear in one breath, he saw the man on the opposite side who claimed to be a hunter show a gentle and gentle smile again: "Kill them all, and there will be no such problems."

...A real lunatic... "White Shark" Hamilton took a breath and said: "I have connections with many pirates, but they are all passive. The cash, jewelry, and goods they robbed need to be sold and exchanged for spirits , Food, fresh water, weapons, and women�s comfort, all of which have to pass through me, but I can only wait here for them, I don�t know where their ships are sailing, and what is the nearest target.�

"What else?" Klein asked calmly.

His answer just now was mainly to scare the "white shark". As for the revenge of the pirates, he was not worried at all. As a "faceless man", if he could be found so easily, he might as well find a place to sink himself in the bottom of the sea.

Also... "White Shark" Hamilton's throat squirmed, and he didn't immediately make a positive or negative description.

He closed his mouth tightly, looked at the gentleman wearing a half-high silk top hat, and met the other's calm and introverted eyes that seemed to be brewing madness.

The disturbing silence is like the surface of the sea before a storm, gently reverberating, colliding, and fermenting.

Finally, Hamilton looked away, put his hands on the table in front of him irritably, and said, "Yes, I'm still collecting information for them. If there is urgent information, I will use the radio station they gave to remind them. "

"White Shark" didn't dare to take risks, fearing that the other party had a unique extraordinary ability to judge whether he was telling the truth and whether he had told the whole truth.

"Radio station?" Klein, who succeeded in the game, keenly captured a noun.

"That's what they told me. It's similar to a telegraph, but it doesn't need a wire." Hamilton turned and walked to the gray-white safe, squatting down.

Wireless telegraphy? Pirates are so high-tech? Klein vaguely guessed what the station the other party was talking about.

He once thought about inventing something similar, but only found out after reading the corresponding magazine that wireless telegraphy had already appeared, but he had not yet found his place in the commercial field. Chaos, storms, and only a few channels can be passed. Even if wireless telegraphy is equipped, it is almost useless. Similarly, the weather in the Misty Sea and the Sunya Sea changes drastically, and there are many factors that affect electromagnetic transmission. Wireless telegraphy Applications are severely limited.

Is there an improved model that can solve some of the problems? Klein watched as "White Shark" pried open the floor in front of the safe, and by twisting the device, a secret door appeared on the wall.

Behind the secret door is a hidden cabinet divided into three compartments. Some documents and bills are placed on the top level. There are revolvers, new half-arm guns and other weapons in the middle, and complex black machinery is stuffed underneath.

Klein just glanced at it, and judged that the mechanical creation belonged to a radio station based on the impressions from his previous life and the information collected before.

"It's this thing. They call it a radio station. The news can be received by similar things in the Rorsted Islands at the farthest. If you go further, you have to look at the weather. It depends on luck. Usually, it is very troublesome and has many restrictions." Hamilton is not I understand too well, vaguely describing the corresponding situation according to the teachings I received and the experience of using it.

It is more powerful than the new type of wireless radio currently being commercialized... I don't know who invented it... After listening quietly, Klein asked directly, "Who are they?"

He makes himself sound like a tech-savvy bounty hunter.

"White Shark" Hamilton wiped the cold sweat from his brow: "Odell, the 'Silver Coin Viper' who claims to serve as the master of the 'Dawn', and Old Quinn, the intelligence officer of the 'Admiral of Blood', they appeared together, I Couldn't confirm if they were working together, of course, Odell just claimed all along."

The owner of the "Dawn", that "Queen of Mysteries"? Klein looked away, and at some point there was an extra gold coin in his hand.

The gold coin kept rolling between the fingers, and finally jumped into the air and fell down. Seeing that "White Shark" didn't know why, he was trembling.

Glancing down, Klein slowly stood up.

At this moment, he suddenly asked, "Who gave you the potion?"

"Old, old Quinn..." Hamilton hesitated and chose to answer frankly.

Klein nodded lightly, turned around and walked towards the door without asking any more questions.

bang! The wooden door opened and closed, and the figure in the black wool coat disappeared into the room of "White Shark".

Hamilton held his breath, waited for more than ten seconds, and finally let out a long breath. JrNovels.com