He quickly wiped off the sweat on his face, moved the radio to the table, took out a code book, and hurriedly sent a telegram to a distant place: "I'm being watched!

"Strange guy!"

Beside the concentrating Hamilton, Klein put his hands in his pockets and watched quietly, taking in all the contents of the band spectrum and codebook.

His departure just now was just a large-scale illusion show, more than enough to deal with the low-sequence people of the "sailor" path like the white shark.

As for whether the specific content can be remembered in the future, the "Seer" does not need to think about it, and can recall everything in one "Dream Divination".

"Admiral of Blood" and his subordinates love to kill, like blood, and are fond of violence against women. Every time they rob a passenger ship, there will always be a tragedy... This is a recognized thing, and they themselves are very proud of it. Is it not stingy to publicize...the hunting target, the object of adventure, and give priority to them... Klein thought for a while, and took advantage of Hamilton's opportunity to pack up the radio, and prepared to really leave the room.

He didn't plan to deal with the "white shark" for the time being, for fear of disturbing the real prey. Anyway, this kind of guy who is on land, has a fixed site, and is caught by himself can be easily resolved with a report letter afterwards.

With Klein's soundless footsteps, the door slowly opened and closed quietly again, bringing in a slight cool breeze.

After sending the telegram and clearing the table, �White Shark� Hamilton completely relaxed, and had the mood and ability to think about the details of the matter.

The first question that jumped into his mind was: "Where are the guards outside?"

He put his hands together, stood up abruptly, and walked to the door with heavy steps. When he opened it, he found a few of his subordinates standing there crookedly, telling jokes about women.

Hamilton was furious at first, then calmed down immediately, and beat the open door with his facial muscles beating slightly.

Boom!

The guards were startled, and instinctively turned their heads to look at the door.

"boss��"

"Boss..."

Seeing who made the sound, they hurriedly stood up and spoke in a whisper.

"White Shark" took a breath silently and said, "Did you see anyone entering my room just now?"

"Yes, Laldero, there is something wrong downstairs." The guards were very confused about this question, "Boss, you let him in..."

As soon as the words fell, they suddenly thought of other explanations, and asked one after another: "Boss (boss), is there something stolen?"

Hamilton's expression sank, and he shook his head: "Don't be distracted!"

bang! He withdrew his body and closed the door, leaving a few guards there looking at each other, suspecting that the leader was drunk.

In the room, the tall and fat Hamilton frowned and paced back and forth.

"Lardero, Lardero, what they saw was Lardero... that guy, that guy, can he change into someone else's appearance?" As a collaborator helping pirates sell stolen goods and collect intelligence, "Bai "Shark" Hamilton is no stranger to various rumors at sea, and the first thing that comes to mind is the former pirate general Chillingus who is said to be able to turn into anyone.

However, he quickly thought of more: "It doesn't have to be this kind of magical ability, if it is really close to the description in the rumors, illusions, hints, and mental manipulation can all do similar things.

"Hiss, there is something wrong. Just now, that guy looks gentle, but is crazy inside, and his strength is terrifying. How could he pretend to be my subordinate in order to sneak in, and call him 'boss'? With his displayed character, he should Knock or kill everyone you see along the way, walk up to the door, and knock very politely!

"If it is to avoid making a big noise, not leaving too much information, and not revealing the secrets related to his own sequence, then he can use a more concealed method, such as climbing the window...

"It's very contradictory... There is only one explanation for such a contradiction, he is pretending!

"Disguised personality, or pretended to be powerful? Or, both possible?"

Thinking of this, Hamilton suddenly stopped, and strung together all the details: "That guy is a novice! His madness is disguised! His strength is shown by relying on a certain magical item! JrNovels.com