Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 117 Hiding in the Dead of Night, Ambush on the Crew

In the very center of the deck sat a burly man.

His left wrist had no palm; instead, there was a metal hook that gleamed with a cold, eerie light. His right eye was intact, but his left eye was just a dark, bloody hole. A hideous scar, like a centipede, stretched from his forehead to his chin.

The first mate, Scarface, grinned smugly, revealing his large, yellow-toothed mouth. "What a shrewd swindler! Those idiots in the Brotherhood are a fat sheep over there."

"A few trips at sea and we can make a fortune. The kickbacks we squeeze from them are enough for our men to live comfortably in the lower city for years!"

Upon hearing this, the pirates below erupted in boisterous laughter.

A gaunt henchman fawned over him, holding a wine glass and laughing, "That's right! This brotherhood used to be nothing more than a laborer doing dockworks unloading cargo. Back then, if they saw our former boss, even just a glimpse of a pirate flag from afar, they would obediently stop their ships and pay the toll."

Who knew they'd become so bold, developing their own fleet, and their former well-behaved leader was ambushed and killed by a deep-sea monster.

They've replaced him with a new boss who's barely grown up, and now they're not going to pay? Pah! Dream on!

"Exactly! This time, we absolutely must keep a close eye on the Brotherhood's main ships!"

Another pirate brandished his scimitar, shouting, "Beat them until their bones ache, until they bleed! Then they'll know who's in charge on this Greywater River! They'll know what's important and what's urgent!"

The pirates' emotions were ignited, and arrogant shouts rose and fell.

Just then, a middle-aged man who looked fairly neat and appeared to be an accountant frowned slightly and cautiously said, "Captain, shouldn't we be a little more careful? After all, the Brotherhood is a long-established and deeply entrenched organization in Saint Laurent City with a rich history."

It is said that they have recruited many baptists, and the methods of those extraordinary individuals are unpredictable and beyond the reach of ordinary musketeers like us.

"What if we really anger them and they come knocking on our door—"

"What's there to be afraid of!" The scarred captain swung his sharp iron hook, which flashed coldly in the firelight, startling the middle-aged man who shrank back.

A ruthless glint flashed in Scarface's single remaining eye as he impatiently interrupted, "It doesn't matter! Who cares how many extraordinary beings the Brotherhood has? Do they really have wings and can fly in?"

Yesterday, our spies on the periphery sent back news that a large ship had approached the edge of our Siren's Anvil waters.

So what? All we can do is watch helplessly from the open sea.

Anyone who dares to approach the anti-submarine net will be blasted into wood chips by a smoke bomb! The underwater world is full of traps; who can get in?

Even gods can't get in!

Hearing the captain's confident assurance, the pirates' last worry vanished, and they ate and drank heartily for a while longer.

Scarface licked his greasy lips, patted his round belly. After a hearty meal, a surge of lust rose in his lower abdomen, and he began to crave women.

He turned to the skinny henchman from before, leering as he asked, "Did you catch any women you liked during this robbery, besides those poor sailors?"

The gaunt pirate quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth and reported, "Captain, everyone on that merchant ship was a rough and tough guy; we didn't catch any women. However, on our way back, when we passed a shallow area, we managed to grab two women from a fishing village."

One of them, though dressed in tattered clothes, was fairly clean and pretty after washing, and had a good figure; the other was rather clumsy and an eyesore.

Scarface stroked the stubble on his chin, nodded in satisfaction, and waved his hand: "Go, strip those two women naked, whether they're clean or rough, and bring them to my captain's cabin."

The pirates nearby exchanged glances, all somewhat hesitant.

The pirate who had captured the woman had originally planned to secretly keep the ugly one for himself in the hold to vent his frustrations, but he hadn't expected the captain to be in such high spirits today, with a huge appetite, wanting to take all the women, whether beautiful or ugly.

Faced with Scarface's tyranny, no one dared to utter a single complaint. They could only immediately bow their heads and agree, "Yes, Captain! We'll wash you clean and send you over right away. We guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Scarface laughed loudly as he stood up, swaying his burly body, and strode heavily toward the captain's cabin in the center of the deck.

Once the first mate entered the cabin, the atmosphere on deck immediately relaxed.

The others shared the remaining wine and meat, and gradually began to sleep wrapped in blankets in a sheltered corner.

The night grew deeper, and the thick fog pressed down on the bow of the boat like solid cotton wool.

On the deck, apart from the occasional footsteps of patrolling sentries, the sound of snoring gradually began to rise and fall.

The entire pirate ship seemed to have fallen asleep, except for the captain's cabin in the center, where the faint, desperate moans of a woman and the chilling thud of a whip striking flesh could be heard from time to time.

The ship beneath the hull finally came to a complete end to its hours-long rest.

He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils gleaming with a chilling light like that of a deep-sea predator in the darkness of the water.

At this moment, his blood and qi had recovered to about 70-80%, and his limbs, which had been stiff due to the extreme cold, were once again filled with explosive power.

"Now is the time," Xiren thought to himself.

He stopped the ballast effect of the Giant Whale Guiding Technique, and his body, like a weightless black leaf, silently and slowly floated up in the seawater.

Until its head broke the surface of the water, the cold night wind, carrying the stench of blood, rushed towards it.

Without making even the slightest splash, Xilun stretched out his hands and firmly grasped the hull of the boat, which was covered in green moss.

He was like a gecko clinging to a wall, listening intently to the sounds above, trying to guess the patrolling sentries' pace and shift change times in his mind.

After confirming that there was a blind spot directly above him, Xilun decided to make his move.

The hull of this pirate heavy sailing ship was treated with excellent anti-slip and anti-snagging measures. It was not only coated with slippery tung oil, but the wooden planks were also joined together so tightly that there was nowhere to put any leverage.

Even with iron claws, it would be difficult for an ordinary person to climb up this vertical hull.

However, Xilun took a deep breath without expression, and the "Dorok Dark Claw Technique" within his body instantly began to operate.

His blood and qi surged into his arms, and his ten fingers became as hard as steel at that moment.

"Pfft!"

With two extremely muffled thuds, Xilun's hands suddenly clenched inward.

The specially treated, hard oak hull was easily pierced by his fingertips, as delicate as tofu. His five fingers embedded themselves firmly into the hull, leaving several deep small holes.

With his terrifying finger strength and powerful physical explosiveness, he crawled upwards along the hull like a ghost.

Soon, Xilun's hands climbed onto the edge of the ship's gunwale.

He didn't immediately climb inside, but instead kept most of his body hidden in the dark shadows outside the ship's hull, only revealing his eyes as he quietly observed the situation on the deck.

A glance across the deck revealed many pirates fast asleep, lying haphazardly. However, at several key intersections and gun emplacements, there were probably three or four sentries leaning against the masts, smoking to stay awake, and holding muskets.

Xilun's eyes were cold and sharp, his chest heaving slightly as he took a deep breath of the misty, icy air.

"Bang!"

The next second, his body, which had been lurking outside the ship, was propelled into the deck like a heavy cannonball by the huge reaction force of his foot suddenly shattering a piece of the ship's plank!

It was so fast! So fast that the naked eye could only catch a black afterimage.

The pirate sentry closest to the ship's rail was lighting his pipe with his head down, when out of the corner of his eye he saw a dark shadow rushing towards him.

Before he could even react, before his cry was even caught in his throat, a large hand, like an iron clamp, had already gripped his throat tightly.

Xilun's eyes were indifferent, and he suddenly clenched his fist inward.

"Click"

The sickening sound of neck bones cracking rang out clearly in the night.

The sentry's eyes bulged out, his body stiffened violently, and then he collapsed limply onto the deck like a lump of mud, completely dead.

The sudden sound of bones cracking was like a thunderclap on a calm day on the silent deck.

Not far away, another sentry leaning against the mast suddenly shuddered. By the dim moonlight, he could see his fallen comrade and the strange, dark figure standing like the Grim Reaper.

"Enemy attack—!!!"

The sentry let out an extremely shrill and urgent scream, which pierced through the thick fog and instantly spread throughout the entire pirate ship.

At the same time, he frantically drew the pepper pistol from his waist, trying to aim.

But Siren's movements were faster than his gun!

Xilun slammed his right leg off the ground and leaped forward, covering several meters in an instant like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

The instant the sentry raised his gun, Xilun's left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the scalding barrel, while his right hand transformed from a palm into a claw, viciously digging into the sentry's throat and instantly crushing him to death.

He seized the gun, killed the man, and did it all in one swift motion.

Without pausing, Siron twisted his wrist and aimed the stolen pistol at the four pirates below who had just gotten up after hearing the commotion and were trying to approach.

"Bang!"

The gun spat out blinding flames, and the enormous recoil was completely neutralized by Xilun's steady wrist strength.

The pirate at the very front of the group had a burst of blood erupt from his chest and fell into a pool of blood with a scream.

The other three pirates were utterly terrified by this overwhelming killing method. An uncontrollable fear suddenly arose in their hearts, and they instinctively turned around to flee and find cover.

With a cold look in his eyes, Xilun pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!

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Another shot hit a fleeing pirate squarely in the back. The man stumbled a few steps and collapsed beside the barrel.

The last two people dared not hesitate any longer and scrambled towards the lower deck.

Xilun stood still, like a cold statue, gripping his gun with both hands, continuously firing at the fleeing figures.

At the same time, the entire ship erupted in cheers.

Alarms and shouts mingled together as the wooden door to the lower deck was kicked open violently, and a large number of pirates poured out of the ship's hold like a tide.

Armed with a variety of weapons, including rusty harpoons, heavy spearguns, short-handled pistols, and crescent-shaped scimitars, they took advantage of their numbers and, with bloodshot eyes, surrounded Xilun's location.

"Bang bang bang!"

Several muskets fired simultaneously from the shadows, lead bullets tearing through the air and whistling as they hurtled toward Xilun.

Xiren's keen senses had already locked onto the trajectory of the bullets. He suddenly ducked and rolled cleanly on the deck, narrowly avoiding the deadly bullets.

Lead bullets struck the gunwale behind him, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

After creating a distance of about ten meters, Xilun coldly surveyed the crowd opposite him.

The marksmanship of these ordinary pirates was mediocre under the interference of the thick fog and darkness, making it impossible for them to lock onto the high-speed movement trajectory of a first-order baptized individual.

Using cover, Xilun raised his hand and fired two more shots decisively.

The marksmanship skill "Proficiency" was activated, and two bullets, as if guided by eyes, instantly knocked down the two gunmen who had exposed their positions in the firelight. Screams rang out again.

"Click".

The hammer struck empty air; the stolen pistol was out of bullets.

With a blank expression, Xilun casually threw the empty musket at the other side as a projectile, then straightened up.

He watched as the pirates, their eyes already red, approached him, brandishing gleaming scimitars and harpoons.

No firearms are needed; this body, forged through countless trials, is the most terrifying killing weapon.

Faced with three long-handled harpoons thrusting at him simultaneously, Siron did not retreat but advanced.

With a swift, fluid motion, he clapped and pressed his hands, and with a surge of energy, the heavy weapons were easily parted as if they were floating straws.

As the central gate swung open, Xilun lunged forward, slamming his left hand down hard, striking one of the pirates squarely in the chest.

The terrifying power of the "Great Ocean Whale Guiding Technique" erupted instantly.

"Snap!"

The man's sternum made a chilling cracking sound, and his chest visibly caved in, creating a terrifying deep crater.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, and flew backward as if struck by a giant hammer, crashing heavily onto the deck.

After collapsing, the pirate twitched twice and then immediately stopped breathing.

"Kill him! Chop him up and feed him to the fish!"

Driven mad by the smell of blood, the remaining pirates continued their frenzied attack, fearless of death.

Xilun transformed into a demon, his figure moving amidst the flashing blades and shadows, each strike of his fists, palms, claws, and fingers taking away a life.

Just as he was ruthlessly slaughtering the pirates, a furious low shout suddenly came from the direction of the captain's cabin.

"How dare you! Where did this stray dog ​​come from, daring to kill my men!"

The voice contained the powerful energy and blood fluctuations unique to the baptized, causing the surrounding thick fog to seem to disperse slightly.

As he casually snapped the neck of one of the attackers, Xilen shook the blood off his hands and surveyed the horrific scene around him.

Before the real formidable enemy arrived, he had already taken advantage of the surprise attack to kill seven or eight elite pirates armed with guns and heavy weapons, which greatly relieved the pressure of being surrounded and attacked later.

Xilun secretly rejoiced that he had chosen to assassinate the victim underwater in the dead of night.

If the plan to launch a frontal attack during the day were followed, the first mate would likely arrive as soon as he made his move on deck, leaving him surrounded and trapped.

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