Rose swordsmanship gives "Zorro" a vigorous pace.

In the darkness, he was like an elegant dancer lightly stepping on the beat, walking quickly through the shadows of the buildings, like a solo dance of the prince of the night. Swift and rhythmic, it was rare that he did not arouse anyone's attention at all.

Notice.

A moment later, a group of more than a dozen people pushing a wheelbarrow to the dock caught the eye of "Zorro". However, this group of people did not realize that there was an uninvited guest in the shadow behind them.

"You idiots, keep your mouth shut from now on and don't say a word! We just went to the dock to pick up the goods, we don't know anything else. If anyone makes a mistake, don't blame old Barry for being too ruthless!"

Under the cryptic gaze of "Zorro", a man with messy white curly hair like a lion was leading his men, warning his men in a low voice.

Scanned by Barry's eyes, the gangsters felt as if they were being targeted by a vicious old wolf. They all covered their mouths and nodded repeatedly to show their fear.

"Isn't it obvious that you are telling others that you have a problem? This bad guy is being too unprofessional."

"Zorro" secretly pouted, but he didn't expect how unjust the lion head was. Who knew there was a night owl like you squatting on such a night road?

We still don’t know what they want to do, so “Zorro” can only follow them silently.

If it is confirmed that they are really going to do bad things, he can only knock them unconscious and throw them to the patrolling navy. After all, the principle of "Zorro" has always been: do good deeds without leaving a name, just kill them and not bury them.

On the dock.

A full hour had passed since the navy led by Ivan saw the belated merchant ship until it successfully docked at the port.

"Who are you? What are you doing at the dock?!"

At the same time, a group of men pushing wheelbarrows came out from the direction of the lighthouse island.

Ivan quietly made a gesture and personally led a few sailors to contact the merchant ship arriving at the port. Gary led most of the remaining people to stand in front of the group of men and questioned the leader of the curly-haired man.

"Good evening, sir! I am Old Barry, the representative of the Golden Olive Chamber of Commerce. I am here to receive a batch of goods that we have booked. This is the report we made at the terminal management office. You can check it." Curly-haired man Barry

He said and handed over a certificate issued by the terminal management office.

"It's so late, are you sure you want to unload the goods immediately? Can't you wait until daybreak to unload the goods?" Gary continued to ask as he found nothing unusual.

It's not that Gary meant to make things difficult. The wind and waves are a bit strong tonight. The pier on Lighthouse Island has been vacant all year round and the conditions are very average. In addition, the lighting is not good. Unloading cargo at night is indeed prone to accidents.

The curly-haired man immediately looked embarrassed when he heard this, bowed extremely low, and complained:

"Your Excellency, there is nothing we can do about it! Tomorrow is the celebration day, and our goods are fireworks to be used on the celebration day. The first batch of fireworks was not transported well and got soaked in water, so we ordered another batch in a hurry.

If the fireworks are not arranged properly tonight, and the higher-ups blame us, we who are responsible for this will be in great misfortune! You must help us."

Gary saw that he looked pitiful but was not overly embarrassed, and there was indeed no rule against unloading goods late at night, so he comforted him and said: "I'll go talk to the captain. It shouldn't be a big deal. You have to pay attention to your safety. You may hurt someone."

no!"

"Yes, yes, I won't cause you any trouble." The curly-haired man nodded and bowed to Gary, who could be his own son, with a flattering smile on his face. He was not at all harsh and domineering when he was lecturing his subordinates just now.

Gary jumped on the boat in two steps and came to Alvin's side.

After a while, Alvin had checked the certification documents on the merchant ship, including the ship owner, the name and quantity of the goods, the owner of the goods, the place and time of shipment, the destination, etc.

The documents presented by the captain are uniformly issued by the Kingdom's maritime trade department. They are not only to prove the ownership of the goods on the ship, but also to facilitate the tracking of the merchant ship and prevent possible piracy.

Because there are no permanent port staff on the island, this work can only be done temporarily by sailors like Ivan.

Compared with the inspection results of the consignee, on paper, both parties have legal procedures, and no problems are found at all.

"Boss, the person who received the goods said"

"fireworks?"

After hearing Gary's explanation of the special situation, Alvin pondered for a while. He also has empathy and does not mind making a slight exception to give people some convenience within the scope of his authority.

"You can unload the goods, but I will watch from the side. Tonight is limited to designated fireworks. Other goods will be shipped at dawn. Do you understand?"

Naturally, Lion-Head Buck had no objection, and he agreed.

After a while, the merchant ship and Lion Head completed the handover procedures and began to unload the cargo.

Boxes of tightly sealed "fireworks" were carried off the boat by the men brought by Buck, tied up, and loaded onto a wheelbarrow.

Seeing that the wheelbarrow was half full, there was a person who couldn't sit still in the darkness. Knowing that there was something wrong with this batch of goods, if they were allowed to transport them into the island at night, it would not be easy to find them. If they did it again

If something big happens, as a member of the navy, he can't escape his involvement.

Whoosh

One of Buck's men had just tied the rope of a wheelbarrow when a short crossbow arrow with cold light shot through the air from the darkness and nailed to a wooden box with a "pop" sound.

He was so frightened that he sat on the ground with his buttocks on his butt.

"Someone shoots an arrow! Run!"

Everyone present was startled, and when they saw clearly what the cold light was, they quickly dodged, fearing that the next arrow would fall on their heads.

Only Ivan, who was standing on the deck watching over the sailors to prevent them from accidents, noticed that the arrow went straight to the wooden box from the beginning and was not aimed at anyone at all.

"tread!"

Jumping off the merchant ship easily, Ivan passed through the crowds of people lying on the ground and hurriedly avoiding him. He did not rush into the darkness to search for possible enemies. Instead, he walked to the wooden box that was shot by the crossbow arrow and reached out to pull it out.

He lowered the arrow and held it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

This crossbow arrow is made of high-quality steel. It is much shorter and smaller than ordinary crossbow arrows but also much more delicate. It is initially judged that it comes from the arm crossbow used by assassins and rangers.

Because although it is small in size, its cost is much higher than that of ordinary bows and arrows, so this kind of weapon is not affordable for ordinary people.

Looking up at the darkness where the lighthouse couldn't shine in the distance, Ivan asked everyone to stay put and not move. If the shooter's purpose was to lure the tiger away from the mountain, he would be very passive. As a commander, he must consider the overall situation and make decisions.

We cannot continue to be like ordinary sailors, doing whatever they want with the help of force.

But the moment Ivan showed up, "Zorro" hiding in the dark also recognized the naval captain who had defeated him.

"It's actually this guy?" Slightly startled, "Zorro" subconsciously moved to the dark place again.

After the last sword fight, he already understood the gap between himself and Ivan. His successful escape before was purely luck. If he was exposed this time, he was not sure whether he would have a chance to escape.

It's okay if you get caught, but it really damages your "brilliant" image.

"I have already met most of the sailors from the Third Fleet on the Warm Wind. He should be an officer on the Silver Wing.

There are only a few captains on a warship, so let the adjutant check and find out."

"Zorro" has no idea of ​​using his identity to avenge himself. As an aspiring young man who aspires to become a "great prophet", he is not interested in conspiracies and intrigues at all. Investigating Ivan's identity is just a way of exploring others.

Secret instinctive love.

"Based on this guy's sense of responsibility when he chased me for half the city, he should have noticed the hints I gave him, right? After getting that notebook with a witchcraft flavor, I wonder if he discovered the secrets in it?"

With some uncertain thoughts in his mind, "Zorro" raised his hand and shot another crossbow arrow.

Whoosh
Chapter completed!