On the deck, Angus's body was contracted.

There was bright red blood gushing out from the wound, mouth and nose.

Even though his physical fitness was slightly better than that of ordinary people, he was hit directly in the chest and abdomen by a lead pellet at such a close range and immediately lost his ability to fight.

He could only make a futile "Uh...uh..." sound like a suffocation, with no clear meaning.

If there is no professional doctor to deal with the injury in time, it will not be long before he will turn into a fresh corpse with residual warmth due to the combined effects of excessive blood loss, difficulty breathing and other factors.

And in such a sea, with the identity of the other pirate, there is naturally no possibility of survival.

Nuo Lan put the musket into the holster at his waist and looked back with a cold expression.

He didn't hold back.

He had no pity in his heart for these pirates who were domineering and full of evil on the sea.

If he is wise and does not resist, he may still be able to follow the navy's default regulations and let the other party go to jail alive.

Such a desperate person like this, the Navy still wants to fight back with a knife in front of his face, a pure scum without any regrets.

Naturally, there is no need to let it live in this world anymore.

In front of him, in a pool of blood, Angus's body gradually stopped twitching, and his breathing frequency also became lower and lower.

Standing quietly in the shadow of the warship, an icy aura surrounded him.

Eyes as sharp as razor blades swept across the deck, and the pirates around them lowered their heads.

Like a flock of trembling little quails.

Either lie down on the ground with your limbs spread out, or squat down with your hands raised high.

Under Angus's instigation, the last trace of hostility aroused had already dissipated with the sound of gunshots.

Instead, there is deep fear and uneasiness caused by uncertainty about life and death.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Figures holding iron cuffs jumped off the warship one after another.

This is the Navy colleague who is responsible for the finishing work.

Nodding in greeting, Nuo Lan did not return directly to the warship.

Instead, he just found a railing, leaned against it, and watched them escort the surrendered pirates on the deck into the warship's cells.

Thoughts wander.

He is not averse to using firearms.

Even in his heart, he highly respects these long-range weapons.

The memories from the modern technological world of his previous life made him know deeply and clearly in his heart.

When technological weapons and equipment develop to a certain level, what kind of exaggerated and terrifying power will they possess.

Luffy... no, even Whitebeard and Roger at his peak, can he withstand a nuclear bomb?

The answer goes without saying much.

And this is only a high-level difference.

Further down the line, in the world of pirates, how many years would it take for an aboriginal without a golden finger to increase his strength to the level of a "ten million beli" level pirate?

How much time will it take to use an automatic rifle that is industrially manufactured on an assembly line, even if it is coupled with personal basic shooting training and is proficient in using it?

It seems a little unfair, but this is a reflection of the different development directions of science and technology in the two worlds.

Of course, despite thinking like this in her heart, Nuolan can still figure out priorities.

Time travel has become a fact that happened to me, and there is no possibility of returning to the original world.

Naturally, he "does as the Romans do in the country".

In this world where the laws of physics are slightly different from those in previous lives, and the potential for technological development is not high, follow the mainstream.

Sharpen your body and hone your skills.

Focus on yourself, supplemented by external forces, and move forward step by step.

Nuolan is not a stubborn character and does not know how to adapt. It is normal for him to make flexible changes according to the actual situation.

In the past ten days, the proportion of training related to shooting has been almost nonexistent.

In the branch base where there was no way to learn high-end skills, Nuolan devoted all his time to consolidating his own foundation.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the strength he displayed was not much different from before.

But Nuo Lan knew in his heart that he had indeed taken a stable and practical step on the road called "strong man".

As for why I used a musket just now instead of fighting in close combat...

Nolan's expression seemed a little relaxed.

He must admit that he is on the East China Sea, which is called the "weakest sea area" by pirates.

Even crude guns that have not yet been fully developed are still a deadly threat to pirates who do not know themselves.

Weak pirates with no actual combat value, and the powerful function of their own sensory abilities in shooting is tantamount to cheating...

Nolan has no reason not to use firearms.

To a certain extent, this can also help him save some time and energy for improving himself.

"What, this isn't the case either."

The complaints from his teammates reached his ears, bringing Nolan's consciousness back to reality.

"Where are you hiding? I haven't been seen for so many days."

A young navy man in a third-class uniform frowned and fell to the deck with disgust. Angus turned over, covered in blood.

He held a reward notice in his left hand, and his eyes went back and forth between the two, as if he was comparing something.

"The East China Sea is so big, it's so easy to meet someone." Nuo Lan straightened up, walked over and patted the other party on the shoulder, laughing and scolding him. "You kid, don't even think about making meritorious deeds. It's not our turn."

"Oh...so too."

Hearing this, the young navy sighed. Although there was still unwillingness in his eyes, he did not waste any more time on Angus.

Somewhat angrily, he threw the reward order in his hand to the ground and turned around to reply.

"Then I'll go back to the ship first. The captain has something to call me."

Nuo Lan nodded and said no more, but his eyes turned to the reward order that was thrown into a pool of blood.

It was a short-haired man with a bare upper body and a bright smile.

Like a fisherman working hard under the scorching sun, his strong and lean body is covered with sweat, and he looks cheerful and lively when facing the camera.

He has an ordinary appearance, and the only thing worth mentioning is his pair of green eyes.

If it weren't for the huge bounty of "75 million Baileys" below his photo, no one would have confused this cheerful young man with a sunny smile with a vicious pirate.

In fact, the other party has a nickname that is completely opposite to his image——

"The Mad Dog" Ulf.

You know, most of the time, pirates' nicknames often come from their appearance or personality traits...

Nolan shook her head slightly.

Although the other party left the New World and came to the East China Sea for some unknown reasons.

But no matter what, this is a big pirate with a very high bounty, and it is not something that I can deal with now.

He wasn't very clear about what the branch's senior leaders thought of this "Ulf".

But what he can feel is that the young sailors around him don't seem to take it very seriously.

Most of them were on duty in the nearby waters in a rather loose manner with the mentality of completing the mission as usual.

It seems that the other party's reward of more than 70 million is just one zero more than 7 million in numerical terms.

Maybe it’s because the branch is located in a remote location and has never encountered a strong enemy?

After all, unlike myself who knew the plot of the original work, most of the navy members in the branch came from nearby waters. For those rumored big pirates, they could basically only get some basic and vague understanding from the news newspapers.

So there is no clear concept of what the 70 million bounty represents?

Nolan did not delve into it.

He speaks softly and has no ability to change the views of the sailors around him.

All he can do is to be more careful and prepare for the worst.

"Is the epileptic dog..."

Muttering, Nuolan stared at the reward notice lying quietly in a pool of blood.

Scarlet blood penetrated the thin paper, staining the originally dark yellow surface of the reward token with a layer of blood red.

Like two ghostly fires flickering in the dark night, Ulf's pair of green eyes on paper looked a bit cold.
Chapter completed!