Pirates' Max Level System

At this time, a large number of people were lying in ambush in all the houses in the villa area, including moderates, radicals, and fence-sitters. No family was left out.

As long as there is a slightest hint of fireworks, an indiscriminate melee will break out in the villa area.

When the moon came out, old Derek was standing at the door to greet the guests.

The first to arrive were naturally the commanders of the army controlled by the Drake family, followed by the fence-sitters who arrived early.

Sensing the atmosphere of a great war, these people gathered at Drake's house early and exchanged the strength and preparations they had in hand.

To describe it in one word, it is "banding together for warmth."

Later, some fringe members of the radical faction also came into the venue after exchanging "cordially" greetings with Derek.

At seven o'clock, the official entrance time for the banquet arrived, and a group of people slowly appeared in front of old Derek.

"Sir Drake, thank you so much for arranging such a grand banquet for us."

The leader was none other than Rhode. He warmly hugged Old Derek and greeted him, as if they were old friends with whom he had known each other for many years...

Behind Rod were the other members of the radical faction, who followed Rod's lead.

By the way, "Qing" is a respectful title in Nanshierlaf. It doesn't just mean being old or having a high position. Only the leaders of factions are qualified to be called this.

The radicals addressed Rhode as Lord Rhode or Sir Rhode. Given Old Derek's status within the Fence-Sitters, being addressed as such wasn't a big deal. However, whether the other Fence-Sitters would resent him was not something Rhode needed to consider. Perhaps he was simply trying to tease Old Derek.

This Rhodes came with bad intentions, and he gave me a thorny gift right from the first sight.

Old Drake smiled bitterly in his heart, but warmly entertained Rhodes and his group on his face.

"By the way, these people seem unfamiliar. What should I call them?" Old Derek asked casually.

There were three obvious new faces among Rhodes and the radical members, and they did not look like locals of South Hilllove.

"Oh, these are some friends I met while doing business. They happened to be visiting South Hilllove, and they seem very interested in the highest-level banquet there. Lord Drake won't blame me for bringing them along without permission, right?"

Rhodes smiled faintly and told the most fake lies.

Friends I met in business, 1.9 If my guard captain hadn’t told me secretly, I would have really believed your lies.

The two men were stronger than him, at least at the level of a candidate general. The remaining old woman, while showing the same strength as him, was a lieutenant general, but judging by her gloomy expression, she was no pushover either. That was what the captain of the guards said.

"Haha, since you are Lord Rod's friend, then there is no problem at all. Come in quickly, the banquet is about to begin." Knowing that it was a time bomb, Old Derek had to take it with a smile.

The banquet began in a cheerful atmosphere. It had to be said that this banquet, carefully arranged by Old Derek, satisfied everyone, at least at the beginning.

With a "bang", the door of the mansion that was originally closed was kicked open, and the moderates came "uninvited".

Chapter 580: Treating Me as Cannon Fodder

The noisy banquet seemed to have been muted at this moment. Everyone attending the banquet stopped what they were doing and looked towards the door.

A group of guards filed in from the door, dispersed all the people near the door, and vaguely took control of the door.

After the guards finished occupying the terrain, several old men came in, accompanied by a group of people.

All forty-three moderate members arrived.

At tonight's banquet, both moderates and radicals knew that the time had come for a showdown.

The rift between the two factions has a long history, and due to the arrival of the Undead Fleet and their attitude towards the Guardian family, this fermenting hatred finally erupted.

It had been made clear at the morning session that from now on, South Hill Raff could only allow for one voice, either moderate or radical.

As for the fence-sitters?

To be honest, both moderates and radicals take them seriously.

19But this is indeed the case.

Of the total ninety-nine members of the Chamber of Commerce, forty-three are moderates, thirty-nine are radicals, and the remaining seventeen are fence-sitters.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the radicals, with the help of the fence-sitters, completed their first crushing victory over the moderates in parliament this morning. However, the fence-sitters can only play the role of the last straw that broke the camel's back. Their numbers are less than half of the two factions.

Not counting their own troops, the three parties' control over the official Nanshierlaf forces was roughly the same. However, combat effectiveness wasn't just about numbers.

The saying "it's better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix" doesn't exist in South Hill Raff, at least not when it comes to the battle team. Any officer with a bit of strength wouldn't be willing to cooperate with a bunch of fence-sitters.

Therefore, the generals and troops under the command of Old Derek and his men were basically the leftovers from the other two factions. Either the commander was a jerk, or the troops were just for post-disaster law enforcement and fishery investigations.

Fence-sitters don't even think about joining a high-level combat unit like law enforcement.

"Isn't this Lord Rod? He has never cared about people who left their shells for thousands of years, but he actually returned to Drake's mansion. Did he discover something interesting? Can you tell me?"

The speaker was a white-haired old man. He was the leader of the moderate faction and Edwin Mori, the patriarch of one of the oldest families in South Hillraf.

Edwin was closely guarded by two men. One was dressed as a swordsman, with two longswords at his waist, while the other wore a black suit, revealing nothing else. Of course, both men possessed the caliber of a candidate general.

Qin Luo, who had been staying on the second floor, couldn't help but be shocked after seeing this. People like Old Derek were too shameless.

In order to deal with the upcoming conflict, the moderates and radicals who had been prepared for it each found someone with the strength of a two-meter-high general candidate, but old Drake and his group did not have a single one.

Being called a coward by name, Rhode could no longer maintain his composure. "You old fool, why don't you stay home and enjoy your retirement? Instead of coming out so late to meddle in other people's business, do you think your life is too long?"

One was called a coward, and the other was called an immortal. It was a good deal.

"Hmph, there are some things we must clarify tonight. I've been letting you do whatever you want because of our ancestral friendship, but you've become even more outrageous."

Taking advantage of one's seniority is a skill one acquires with age. As Edwin finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly shifted, and tensions rose. Rhode's two "friends," all at the level of general candidates, also stepped forward to block Rhode's path.

"Then there's nothing more to say. I was planning to get rid of you all tomorrow after tonight's celebration party. Now that you've come to my door, I don't have to go through the trouble of searching every house."

After saying that, Rhodes threw the glass to the ground, which triggered a chain reaction in which other members of the radical group also threw their glasses to the ground.

It's a familiar feeling. You're hiding behind the screen, waiting for me to smash the cup as a signal.

The Drake family's luxurious mansion had no screens, at least not in the area where the banquet was held. But after the "bang bang bang" sound of shattering cups, a large number of people filed out from the villa next door and confronted the troops brought by the moderates.

Now it was time to reveal their trump cards. Countless teams and back-ups were still lurking in the villa area, and all three sides had theirs. It all depended on which side would reveal all their trump cards first.

"Should I say you're courageous, or are you just being reckless? You know tonight's banquet is a dangerous place, yet you're so stubborn as to insist on charging in."

In response to Rhode's words, old man Edwin sneered: "Celebration banquet, you don't understand, Rhode boy, this is your last meal."

Each side had its own trump card, and they all believed that Old Derek, the owner of the mansion, was on their side. Whoever had Old Derek's support would have the advantage in this "battlefield" he had set up.

"Sir Drake, now is the time to show your sincerity." Rhodes had the idea of ​​sitting on the fence, wanting them to be cannon fodder.

After hearing Rhode's words, those who were on the fence gritted their teeth and had their people surround the moderates, knowing that he was going to use them as cannon fodder.

Now that you have bet on the radicals, you must be decisive. Waving your feet will only get you nothing.

"Yes, I also want to know what kind of package Lord Drake has prepared for us. You didn't specify it in your letter last night."

Old Drake, who had always been trying to lower his presence, felt as if he had been hit by an arrow in the knee, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out of his mouth.

Oh my god, old Edwin, you're totally unconventional. You were supposed to be hiding me as a backup plan for a comeback, but now you're exposing me.

To be honest, neither Edwin nor Rhodes believed in the old fox Drake.

As the leader of the fence-sitters, this man's ability to adapt to changing circumstances was unmatched. Even the punctuation marks in his words were unreliable.

Sell ​​favors to both sides and then reap the benefits.

How could Edwin do as he wished? When the other fence-sitters turned to the radicals, he directly sold out old Derek. Firstly, it hindered the actions of the fence-sitters, and secondly, it planted a nail between the fence-sitters and the radicals.

"Really? You all treat me as cannon fodder. Can't you just have a fight first?" After thinking for a while, Old Drake figured out Edwin's plan.

Faced with the situation where he had become the focus, Old Derek smiled bitterly and had to stand up.

Chapter 581 The Bullet That Brings Death

The crowd made way for Old Derek, who had skillfully hidden in the corner before he walked to the center of the banquet with a staggering step.

Led by Edwin, Rhodes and Old Drake, a three-way confrontation was formed at the banquet.

Of course, if the people around old Drake weren't so shabby, the three-way balance of power would still be somewhat plausible.

Unlike the other two factions' leaders, Old Drake was accompanied only by his captain of the guard, a rather solitary figure. As for the other fence-sitters, they avoided him like the plague, so there was no way they would foolishly follow him.

Husbands and wives are birds of the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately.

What's more, the relationship between these old Derek and other fence-sitters is not even as good as that of a husband and wife.

Rather than doubting the morality of other members of the fence-sitters, their nature of seeking profit and avoiding harm is more worthy of trust.

Old Derek didn't want to stand up, but if he continued to play dead, it was very likely that the radicals and moderates would get rid of him first.

The fisherman can no longer be a fisherman, he will never be a fisherman in this life.

There was no chance to fish in troubled waters, so he could only rely on Qin Luo's thigh to keep himself alive.

Old Derek glanced at the second floor with a flash of his eyes, hoping that when the fight broke out, Qin Luo would be able to save his life.

Old Drake was in a very bad situation. Both moderates and radicals looked down on him. He had been abandoned by both. No matter who was the final winner, the Drake family would not be mentioned on the list of winners.

The other members of the fence-sitters also abandoned Drake. The way they looked at Drake was not contempt, but gloating.

Old Derek was up to some tricks and hadn't brought them along. Now that he hadn't fought the tiger and had been hurt by it, it was naturally their turn to show off.

Not only were none of the fence-sitters innocent, but each was secretly in contact with the other two factions. With Derek's experience as a lesson learned, these people simply made clear their alignment before being exposed.

There were people who were optimistic about both the moderates and the radicals. In the end, six families led their people to stand on the side of the moderates, while the rest sided with the radicals.

The fence-sitters, who had been trying to form their own faction, collapsed in an instant, leaving Old Drake alone. As for the officers under him, they also turned to the radical faction at this time.

This is the reality. We are faced with choices and changes at all times, just like Old Derek is now very scared but has not wavered in his choice. Old Derek sincerely hopes that his old friends will not regret it later. He has given them the last chance, and they can't blame him after that.

The flow of people at the banquet was changing. Because more than a dozen families had changed sides, both Rhodes and Edwin restrained themselves from taking action.

At this time, no matter who takes action first, they will be branded as bad people. This is an unlikely choice for Rhodes and Edwin, who cherish their reputation very much.

Well, that's the theory.

A crisp "bang" sound was heard, and then a black object fell to the ground and exploded.

It was a flashbang, a dazzling white light that stung the eyes of most people at the party.

Flashbangs aren't very effective in the domineering world of pirates, and coupled with their high cost, few people actually use or research them. However, they're more than enough to create some chaos among ordinary people.

In the dazzling white light, both the moderates and the radicals were blinded, and they all thought that the other side was about to attack. Their anxiety made them move left and right, and they made chaotic shouts.

The real murderous intent came from thousands of meters away.

In the seaside part of the villa area, where the rich people in the villa area park their private yachts, a lighthouse over 60 meters high has also been built.

At the top of the lighthouse, the original guard had been knocked unconscious, and a sniper had been on standby here for a long time.

Snipers don't have an easy time in the pirate world. Not only do they have to see far and shoot accurately, but they also have to face many beings that can sense murderous intent. Before firing a fatal shot, snipers have to carefully control their breath.

The dazzling white light of a flash bomb is the best signal in the dark.

The moment he saw the white light, the sniper had already set up his sniper rifle. In front of the scope, he saw the head of Rhodes, the leader of the radical faction. Without hesitation, the sniper pulled the trigger.

"Bang." The sniper rifle spit out a fire snake, and a black bullet was shot out instantly.

This is a carefully polished seastone sniper bullet. Only this kind of bullet can guarantee the death of the target in the world of pirates.

After firing the bullet, the sniper jumped into the sea with his gun without even looking at the result.

It wasn't confidence, but he only had one chance. After he fired the first shot, someone would come to arrest him. If he didn't want to die, he had to escape immediately. And he only had one such bullet.

There was no problem with the sniper's strength, and the fatal bullet was also flying towards Rhodes' head.

This is the sniper's only chance, and there is no problem with the speed and accuracy of the bullet.

The sniper failed.

A stream of blood and minced meat exploded in front of Rhodes, and two bodies fell to the ground.

At the most critical moment, the old woman who was with Rhodes felt the murderous intent and pulled the two fence-sitters over at a speed invisible to the naked eye to block Rhodes in front.

The two unlucky guys only felt their eyes blinded by a white light, and then were thrown into the air by a force.

And then nothing happened. The deadly sniper rifle bullet pierced through the bodies of the two men. The huge power blew the eye-catching parts of their flesh into minced meat and continued to fly forward. Finally, it was blocked by the man with metal gloves next to Rhodes who reacted quickly.

After the flashbang effect wore off, everyone saw the scene inside the banquet hall: two bloody corpses, and a metal glove resting in front of Rhode's head. A slender bullet was lodged in the glove at this time, and white eyes kept coming out.

Needless to say, everyone knew that Rhodes had just been assassinated at the critical moment.

"kill."

"Do it."

The leaders of the two factions said at the same time that no one would believe anything they said at this time, and taking action became inevitable.