Maybe they didn't get along with Roy for a long time, but Nolan had already formed a fairly objective impression in her heart.

A nice person, or friend?

He does not know the specific scope of the relationship "friend", nor does he know whether the other party should be classified into this queue.

But through his observations during these days together, he was able to determine one thing:

Roy is definitely kind to himself.

Compared with the old-fashioned way of doing things and being serious in speech when I first met each other.

He enthusiastically led him into the navy and introduced himself to various aspects of the military without boredom, which made people even more fond of him.

A good old man who works hard.

This is his current evaluation of Roy.

For this kind of people, if they are in danger, Nolan is still willing to help if he can.

In addition, even if the personal relationship and values ​​are put aside, the navy uniforms worn by each other alone are enough to keep Nolan on the deck.

He is not stingy in lending a helping hand to colleagues who share the same identity.

And if the time comes, it is really because of his actions that Roy escapes from danger.

The other party's wide popularity can also help you integrate into the navy more quickly.

Of course, despite his intention to help the other party, Nolan at this moment really failed to think of a suitable method that would allow Roy to break free while ensuring the safety of the other party.

Therefore, he just cautiously shrank to the end of the team, trying to delay as much time as possible while waiting for opportunities that might arise.

Nolan pressed down the brim of the navy hat on her head, making it difficult to see the face covered by the shadow.

He raised his head slightly and glanced at the warship.

The sailors huddled haphazardly at the edge of the deck, either silent or shouting threats;

In the center, Major Shirota was holding the railing tightly with both hands. Although he did not speak, it could be seen from his shaking eyes that the other party's inner emotions were far from as calm as he appeared on the outside.

"There should be no hope for these people."

Nuolan murmured in her heart and turned her eyes to the deck of the slave ship near the mast.

Somewhat unexpected.

Compared to the panicked and emotionally unstable people on the warship, Roy's reaction was much calmer.

Even though he had difficulty breathing due to the compression of his trachea, his face still looked very calm.

His hands seemed to be grabbing the opponent's arm around his neck to get a chance to breathe, but in fact he did not exert any force, implying that he had no ability to resist, in order to lower Monger's wariness.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice Nolan's gaze.

Roy's originally dull eyes narrowed slightly and he looked over.

The two looked at each other.

Staring straight with his eyes, a flash of light flashed in Roy's eyes, and then he blinked hard and deliberately.

Heartfelt understanding.

Nuolan, who has a keen sense of perception, will naturally not miss the special message sent by the other party.

Although I don't know exactly what the other party will do, I am prepared in my heart.

Nodding slightly to Roy, he hid in the crowd, tensed his body, and quietly moved his right hand to the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Time passes quietly.

Before you know it, the navy on the slave ship has been depleted.

The retreat of the navy made Mengge's tense mind relax, and his originally ferocious expression gradually relaxed.

"Navy? That's it."

He said arrogantly in his heart.

Unlike the systematic training within the navy, the quality of pirates varies.

The vast majority of pirates on this sea do not go out to sea for any lofty ideals such as saving the world and restoring order.

money, women...

Most of their actions are just to satisfy their endless greed.

In this world, it may be just an ordinary plumber or restaurant waiter. As long as he carries a gun and acts a little more vicious, he can be called a "pirate" and plunder the fruits of other people's labor unscrupulously.

Even trampling on life.

Become a so-called "prodigal son" wandering the sea.

If you restrain yourself and exercise some restraint, you may not even have the only restriction, the "naval bounty".

Monger is not a pirate in name, but his slave trading business in the gray area is even worse than that of ordinary pirates.

Things have developed to this point.

Even if he manages to escape today, he will not be able to escape being put on a reward and hunted by the navy in the future.

This is undoubtedly a fatal blow to slave "businessmen" who need to sail between major waterways and hide their identities.

There was no turning back, so I thought since I had already done this, I might as well do it to the end.

Meng, who felt slightly relieved, glanced at the hill-like warships around him, and a strong lust flashed in his eyes.

Looking at the leader-looking Shiroda from a distance, he shouted rather arrogantly:

"I'll give you five minutes, three...five hundred million beli, throw it on my boat!"

"Otherwise, I will kill him now!"

Buzz——

As soon as he finished speaking, the navymen on the warship were in an uproar.

After so many years at sea, I have never seen such an arrogant pirate.

For a moment, curses and threats were mixed together, rushing towards the slave ship like sound waves.

Meng was not afraid at all, he just smiled ferociously and pushed Roy's head hard with the muzzle of his gun.

"Shut up, everyone!"

A roar suddenly sounded, covering all the sounds on the field.

Shirota gritted his teeth and almost crushed the warship's railings with his hands, which were so hard that his joints turned white.

As the commander of the No. 7 ship, he could have directly ordered, together with Roy, to completely sink and destroy the slave ship.

But he didn't do this, for the reasons mentioned earlier.

For the sake of his career, he must protect Roy.

At this moment, no matter how angry he was, Shirota just gritted his teeth and endured it, and said to dissuade him:

"If you let him go, we can discuss everything."

"Pooh!"

Mengge spat hard at his feet, showing disdain.

"Do you really think I'm a fool, sir?"

"You have four minutes left. When the time is up, if I haven't seen the 500 million Baileys..." Meng's expression looked a little crazy. "Then I'm sorry, sir. I can only trouble you to go to Huangquan to find it yourself."

Your lovely subordinate."

Seeing the other party's confident and arrogant look, the anger in Shirota's eyes almost ignited the air.

"Please hurry up."

Seeing that the navy could not do anything to him, Monger became more and more contemptuous.

When his eyes returned to his own ship, he couldn't help being stunned and cursed loudly:
Chapter completed!