bestfiction Chapter 1262 The Pirates Have Arrived
Chapter 1262 The Pirates Have Arrived
When Da Bao saw that each of them had a pistol and two magazines, and even their female companions had one, he put away his suitcase and said in a low voice.
"My servant discovered someone was watching us, and it seemed they were plotting something. It was probably a conspiracy between the ship's crew and the pirates, planning to kill us and make a fortune."
Of course, this is just my guess, but I think that having a gun means you should be on guard. If someone attempts to kidnap you, I believe that with your marksmanship, they won't get away with it.
Everyone present nodded silently, remembering Da Bao's favor. Apart from Arthur, all of these people had vested interests or were planning to have some financial dealings with him. Therefore, they had to remember the small favors they received and find an opportunity to repay them, otherwise they would be looked down upon by high society.
However, they quickly forgot about this matter because Da Bao took out another case of Moutai. These people were all quite capable of drinking and had basically all tasted fine wines from China. They knew that this kind of wine was the best, so regardless of gender, they cheered when they saw the wine.
Soon, the restaurant transformed into a sea of merriment. Men tap-danced, women lifted their skirts to dance the rumba, and under the influence of alcohol, they behaved with abandon. Only Da Bao smiled, downing glass after glass of various drinks.
From the moment he left the air force base, Da Bao became wary of everyone and never let his guard down. He drank all his liquor into his spatial dimension, so after drinking four bottles of Moutai, three bottles of foreign liquor, two bottles of champagne, and two bottles of red wine, he remained sober, as if he had just sat down.
The ship continued on its predetermined course, and three days later, it entered the Mediterranean Sea. As the sun set, Da Bao, holding a glass of wine, sat at the bow, gazing at the seamless blend of sea and sky.
His spatial dimension contained a telegraph machine, allowing him to contact the outside world at any time. It must be said that a spatial alternate world is an essential artifact for reborn transmigrators; having it truly provides protection.
The situation in China is getting worse and worse. This is the second year of the great famine, and it's a foregone conclusion that there will be no harvest in the north. There has been no rain for two years, and the land in the Central Plains is completely cracked.
The farmers dredged up muddy water from the Yellow River and irrigated the land, but it was a drop in the ocean. Da Bao had already sent a telegram to Guo Yingnan, who had transported 20 million tons of grain to the interior.
Guo Yingnan was disheartened by Da Bao's actions. If they treated their own people so cruelly, what chance would they have against an outsider like himself? If it weren't for Da Bao controlling the supply lines in Macau and Hong Kong, he probably would be dead by now.
The new government kept sending people to contact Guo Yingnan, but Guo Yingnan remained in London, using this as an excuse. It's believed the government's officials were powerless to stop him.
Da Bao knew the difference in their mindsets was too great. To the wealthy people of Hong Kong and Macau, the fortune I've earned will always be mine; I'm willing to donate, and how much I donate is my own business.
But the people in the new country don't think that way. They believe that what belongs to you belongs to the country, and if the country needs you, you must offer it up with both hands. Even the slightest hesitation is considered an impure thought.
Da Bao sighed. No wonder that in the next ten years or so, very few people transported goods to the inland areas. It was a thankless task. The two most hypocritical phrases in the world are "dedication" and "it's for your own good." These two phrases have harmed countless people.
Da Bao shook his head vigorously, trying to shake these things out of his mind. Anyway, he was already in exile overseas, and things in China were no longer his concern.
He picked up his glass, drank it all in one gulp, then threw the glass into the sea before getting up and going to the restaurant for dinner.
The only way the ship could communicate with the outside world was by telegraph. Among the moles who kept in touch with the Barba Sea pirates was the telegraph operator, Jason, who kept Quinn Latifah, the Barba Sea pirate, informed of everything that was happening on the ship.
On the second night after entering the Mediterranean, Da Bao was sleeping soundly in his space when suddenly his consciousness fluctuated. He woke up instantly and appeared in the cabin.
Uncle Qing said respectfully while wiping his hands.
"Young master, the pirates have boarded the ship. There are more than a hundred of them. They have already occupied the main areas and killed many people. Most of the ship's guards have been killed or wounded. Just now, a few petty thieves tried to rush in, but I dealt with them."
Da Bao asked while washing his face leisurely.
Where are they all?
"It seems they've all been put on the deck."
Da Bao wiped his face, straightened his vest, and clapped his hands.
"Let's go join in the fun."
The cruise ship's deck was brightly lit, with dozens of torches crackling and popping. The passengers had all been herded onto the deck, where they crouched, shivering.
Arthur and the others were among them. Desley held Susanna tightly behind him and whispered to Arthur.
"What should I do? My gun is still under my pillow. I was sleeping soundly when someone pointed a gun at me. I didn't have time to draw my gun."
Arthur looked around and saw Philda and Henry Hamilton squatting dejectedly to the side. He couldn't find Da Bao anywhere, and his heart was in his throat.
Has anyone seen Charlotte?
Philda and the others shook their heads, but Henry Hamilton, who was staying in first class, pondered for a moment and said in a low voice.
"When I was captured, I saw four pirates, led by a waiter, going to open Charlotte's room door, and then I didn't see them again."
Susanna said, her voice trembling.
"Was it because Charlotte and his servants rebelled and were killed by the pirates?"
This is highly likely. After spending a few days together, these people all regarded Da Bao as their best friend. They knew that Da Bao's personality was unyielding, and no matter how good his kung fu was, he couldn't defeat four pirates wielding long spears.
If he gets captured, it's actually a good thing. At least his life won't be in danger until they've squeezed all his money out of him. If he resists, these pirates will shoot him dead without hesitation.
Philda covered her face and whispered something.
"Poor Charlotte, my friend."
Everyone's spirits immediately sank, and coupled with their current situation, the women all started to cry.
Arthur didn't think so. He had seen with his own eyes how Da Bao flew over the ice wall. Could someone like that really die at the hands of a few filthy pirates? What a joke! Even God wouldn't dare arrange it that way.
Arthur always felt that even if a whole regiment of elite cavalry came to deal with Da Bao, he could bet without hesitation that Da Bao would be the only survivor…