Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Hans glanced at the suddenly appearing Phantom Princess, his heart pounding wildly. It took him almost a minute to calm his unease.

By this time, those three people were completely dead.

Xu San then started looting the bag and looting the corpse.

After searching for a while, he pulled out three handguns and some US dollars.

There were quite a few, totaling roughly four thousand dollars, three thousand of which were bound into rolls.

The rest were scattered pieces, probably from the three dead people.

Although not many, it's not a small amount either.

In those days, the purchasing power of the US dollar was still very strong; it could buy quite a lot of things, especially in island nations during that period.

The island nation hasn't yet attacked Pearl Harbor, and the Pacific War hasn't started, but the US has already begun to stop selling oil to the island nation.

This has made the already scarce supply of resources in the island nation even worse.

Enough with the small talk.

The atmosphere in the cabin is tense. Apart from the sound of Xu San touching the corpse, there are other sounds.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After about three minutes of silence, Hans adjusted his mindset and then went to loot the corpse.

Although he doesn't know why he's doing this, he knows that this is the only way he can get closer to Xu San and improve their relationship.

Hans's idea was correct, however...
I don't know if Xu San was too clean, or if the three of them were too poor.

In short, Hans didn't find a single decent object when he searched the corpse a second time.

"Hehehe~" Xu San let out a strange laugh and looked at Hans, saying, "Brother Hans, I told you so, didn't I? You're going to have good luck today! So, what did you touch?"

Hans shrugged and smiled wryly, "You've taken all the good stuff, what else can I get?" "Here!" Xu San shouted and threw a roll of US dollars at him.

Hans reached out and touched it, glancing at it casually. It was a thick roll of ten US dollars each, probably worth a thousand dollars.

Instead of opening the box to count the money, he simply put it in his pocket.

Watching Hans put the money in his pocket, Xu San smiled again, "See? I told you so, didn't I? You got paid, didn't you?"

“Yes! Your prediction was spot on; there really is money to be made.” Hans replied with a smile, then turned to Sisford, “Sailor, what do you plan to do with Sisford?”

"If he cooperates, spare his life; if he refuses to cooperate, kill him."

Xu San's casual words sent a chill down Sisford's spine, and at the same time, a strong urge to urinate followed.

Thus, our Bosun Sisford used his strong willpower to suppress the sudden urge to urinate.

He squeezed his legs together tightly, swallowed hard, and said, "I will cooperate completely. I will tell you whatever you ask."

It must be admitted that Sisford has a really good mental fortitude.

Even with a knife to his throat, this person still spoke in a tone that was neither humble nor overbearing, and even carried a hint of modesty.

Xu San nodded. "What was your destination after changing course in Madeira? Do you know?"

"It is an island."

"Specific coordinates!?" Xu San asked.

“You’re putting me in a difficult position. I’m just an ordinary sailor, not a navigator,” Sisford said calmly.

"Alright, what's on the island?"

“There’s a palace in an island nation, a historical site!” Sisford said, looking at the headless archaeologist. “If Dr. Bellley were still alive, he would know more than I do.” (End of Chapter)