A blind man can shoot, but he never knows who he shot.

So, when someone suddenly broke into the first cabin, all the pirates who were shrouded in darkness raised their guns and fired wildly at the door like conditioned reflexes.

"Puff puff puff", the constant muffled sound of the bullets and the body touching each other is enough to prove that they did not do useless work. At least half of the bullets hit the madman who dared to rush in without any concealment.

However, without the screams of strangers as I imagined, the howling of the companions sounded.

The enemy is not dead yet, and can still hurt people? The selfish and cruel side of the pirates appears at this time. Once again, without hesitation, any pirates who can move will shoot at the location where they scream.

Anyway, as long as you can kill the enemy and protect yourself, will your companion’s life and death be taken to heart? The MP28, which has fierce firepower, instantly spits out bullets, turns the companion’s cry into powerless humming. At the same time, another pirate felt the pain from his body.

I was actually shot?

The enemy has no bullets, so why did he get shot? This may be a thought that arose in the mind of the pirate who couldn't help but scream.

Then he figured it out that he was shot not because of the enemy, but because of himself, or his own people. At least three submachine guns fired at the same time, and the firepower was too dense, and the space here was too small. The simple second-level cabin wall was not a VIP area, and the walls were not wrapped in cork or exquisite wool wall blankets, only simple iron sheets and hardwood boards.

Most bullets penetrated the iron sheet and had a lot of jumps. Those who injured his companions who were still crying for two seconds were these jumps.

If there was light at this time, his companion should have seen this smart-minded person swallowing the long howl back half of his companion's face, pale like a dead face.

Since they are already dead faces, then let it become real!

"No...." The dead-faced pirate just said two words, and the gunshot of "da da da da" sounded again, stuffing the remaining two words he had not yet said back into his throat.

At least five or six bullets hit him at the same time.

However, the moment before the shot, his only two remaining companions who were decisive in killing were probably not seen, and this person's fingers had already tightly held the trigger.

The submachine gun placed on the pirate's chest that had less air intake and more air exhausted suddenly roared until the remaining bullets in the entire magazine were shot.

The gun pointing at the direction of his companions who shot him.

The dead pirate must be frustrated. It is probably his last thought during his lifetime to find these stupid companions to be his own burial.

The unconcealed selfishness of human nature has caused the pirates to lose their last trace of vitality.

The two pirates who had just bravely eliminated the "enemy" before they had time to take a breath of breath were directly shot by their companions who had already had their souls flying out of the sky.

At such a close distance, no matter one or two shots are the same.

Listening to the last two intermittent moans from the cabin, Liu Lang, who was hiding in the shadow not far away, grinned. He just threw the body of a pirate and tried to test how many people were in the cabin.

Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good.

Pirates, they are so nervous.

Jumping can also kill people.

Not to mention that a few submachine guns would cause tragedy when shooting in such a narrow area, even a pistol is possible.

Liu Lang had seen the scene of a tragedy with his own eyes. It was before he entered the special forces. The local garrison needed help to block the scene because of a violent hostage-taking incident. The police who entered the room were too nervous. The Type 54 pistol destroyed half of the suspect's head with one shot. At the same time, the powerful Type 54 pistol bullet hit the concrete wall and bounced the second person's chest and smashed the third person's neck.

He killed three in one shot, and he was definitely a sharpshooter.

But there are two, they are their own people.

There were eleven people in total, three of them were killed by themselves, four of whom were hiding in the first cabin and killed by jumping and killing each other, and four of them were left in another cabin.

In the darkness, Liu Lang touched the broken pirate body with his strong memory, held the handle of the Triangle Army Sword, and gently pulled it out. The pirate's head had almost been beaten into a rotten watermelon, and pulled out the broken pirate that had lost its bone friction without any resistance.

But at this moment, the chaotic footsteps sounded at the end of the corridor.

The pirates' reinforcements are here.

Liu Lang sighed regretfully. The four guys were lucky, and they quickly turned around and disappeared into the darkness without stopping.

Meng Hangpei and the largest leader of the pirate gang, "Summanda Shark", looked at the seven corpses placed on the corridor with a pale face.

At this time, the sky had turned white, the dark cabin corridor had already had a little light, and the pirates even lit torches.

The yellow flames of torches burning with fish oil were covered with blood. The strong smell of blood was so smelling.

Two corpses were located on the corridor, one had been sieve with at least thirty bullets, and its chest and head and face had been completely gone. If it weren't for the black eye mask hanging on its head, the "Summanda Shark" would hardly recognize this broken corpse, which would be his most capable subordinate, "one-eyed dragon".

"Move out." The pirate leader with a dark face glanced at the scene, turned his head and left the cabin, stood on the deck, and was surrounded by pirates with live ammunition.

Nabaga was slightly fat. He had a huge waist, a thick neck like a boxer. On his clean shaved face, he always had a chilling smile that made people look at him. His slightly curved curly hair was combed neatly. If he wasn't wearing a gray-green military uniform, he had a circle of elastic straps and a revolver on his waist, he looked more like an ordinary businessman at first glance.

It is hard to imagine that such a man is the pirate leader in the famous sea area of ​​Binyong who is known as the "Summanda Shark".

Nabaga has 220 armed pirates, and this entire number of pirates in Binyong is not the largest group of pirates. However, in terms of cruelty, even the largest pirate gang of Binyong, with more than 500 pirates 300 nautical miles away, is ashamed of.

As an orphan, Banaga joined the pirate gang as early as fourteen years old. After joining the pirate gang for only one year, Banaga was dissatisfied with the weapons and equipment of the pirate gang he participated in, and the so-called plundering was to sneak away in the middle of the night to steal some money. This was not called pirates but called pirates too "soft" to act, and led more than a dozen like-minded partners to establish a new pirate gang.

Banaga, who was only fifteen years old, became the leader of this thirteen-man pirate group with his extraordinary charm. With his fierce plunder, Banaga, who slowly grew up with his brutal plunder, blatantly invaded a large island on the sea of ​​Sumanda after more than 50 people carrying guns and ammunition. He slaughtered nearly 500 indigenous people on the island in one go and conquered the entire island.

After absorbing nearly 100 indigenous people into members of the pirate group and the outlaws collected from all over the country, Banaga, who owns nearly 200 armed pirates, is even more cruel. Except for the looted merchant ships, all hostages need to be redeemed with a large sum of money. As for what no one comes to redeem, they naturally become the food for the sea sharks.

It is said that a large number of sharks swim around the beach where Banaga lives all year round because there is often plenty of food.
Chapter completed!