A blind man can shoot, but he never knows who he shoots.
Therefore, when someone suddenly broke into the first cabin, all the pirates, who were shrouded in darkness and completely terrified, raised their guns and fired wildly at the door like a conditioned reflex.
"Puff, puff, puff", the constant muffled sound of the bullets coming into contact with the flesh was enough to prove that their efforts were not in vain. At least half of the bullets hit the lunatic who dared to rush in without any cover.
However, instead of the imaginary screams of strangers, the screams of companions could be heard.
The enemy is not dead yet and can still hurt people? The selfish and cruel side of the pirates is fully revealed at this time. Once again, without hesitation, as long as the pirates can move, they will shoot at the location where the screams are coming from.
Anyway, as long as you can kill the enemy and protect yourself, why do you care about the life and death of your companions? The rain of bullets spit out by the MP28 with ferocious firepower instantly turned the screams of your companions into helpless groans. At the same time, there was another
The pirate felt the excruciating pain coming from his body.
He was actually shot?
The enemy was out of bullets, so why did he get shot? This may be a thought that came to the mind of the pirate who couldn't help but howl in agony.
Then, he figured out that he was shot not because of the enemy, but because of himself, or one of his own people. They fired at least three submachine guns at the same time. The firepower was too dense, and here, the space was really dense.
It's too small. The simple second-story cabin wall is not a VIP area. The walls are not wrapped in cork or exquisite wool wall carpets, only simple iron sheets and hard boards.
While most of the bullets penetrated the iron sheet, there were still quite a few ricocheting bullets. It was these ricocheting bullets that injured him or his companions who were still screaming in agony two seconds ago.
If there was a light at this time, his companions should be able to see the face of this companion who was quite smart and swallowed half of his long howl. It was as pale as a dead man's face.
Since they are all dead faces, let’s make them real!
"No..." The dead-faced pirate had just said two words when the gunfire of "ta-da-da" rang out again, forcing the remaining two unsaid words back into his throat.
At least five or six bullets hit him at the same time.
However, at the moment before he was shot, none of his two remaining companions who were decisive in killing him probably didn't see that this man's finger had already firmly grasped the trigger.
"Click, click, click." The submachine gun placed on the pirate's chest, which had already taken in less air and had more air out, roared suddenly until all the remaining bullets in the magazine were exhausted.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed in the direction of his companions who shot at him.
The dead pirate must have been feeling aggrieved. Finding these stupid companions to be buried with him was probably his last thought before his death.
The unabashed selfishness of humanity caused the pirates to lose their last hope.
The two pirates who had just bravely eliminated the "enemy" and before they had time to take a breath were directly shot by their companions who were already out of their minds.
At such a close distance, whether you hit one shot or two, the result will be the same.
Listening to the last two intermittent moans coming from the cabin, Liu Lang, who was hiding in the shadows not far away, grinned. He just threw a pirate's body in to test how many people were in the cabin.
Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good.
The pirates are really too nervous.
Ricochets can also kill people.
Let alone a few submachine guns shooting in such a narrow area, a tragedy could occur. Even with a pistol, it is possible.
Liu Lang had seen the scene of a tragedy with his own eyes. Before he joined the special forces, a violent hostage-taking incident required the help of the local garrison to seal off the scene. The police who entered the room and were ordered to launch an attack were too nervous and fired their May 4 pistols.
While the gun shattered half of the suspect's head, the powerful May 4 pistol bullet hit the concrete wall and rebounded, piercing the second man's chest and beating the third man's neck to pieces.
Killed three with one shot, an absolute sharpshooter.
It's just that there are two of them, they are my own people.
.......
There were a total of eleven people, three of whom were killed by him, four who were hiding in the first cabin were killed by ricochet and cannibalism, and there were still four who were hiding in another cabin.
In the darkness, Liu Lang relied on his strong memory to touch the battered body of the pirate, grasped the handle of the triangular thorn, and pulled out the triangular thorn with a gentle pull. The pirate's head had almost been beaten.
It turns into a rotten watermelon, and when you pull out the spurs that have lost their bone friction, there is no resistance.
But at this moment, chaotic footsteps sounded at the end of the corridor.
Reinforcements from the pirates have arrived.
Liu Lang sighed regretfully, counting these four guys as lucky, they quickly turned around and disappeared into the darkness without stopping.
Watanabe Junsheng and the largest leader of the pirate gang, "Sumanda the Shark", looked at the seven corpses placed on the corridor with livid faces.
At this time, the sky was already turning white, the dark cabin corridor had some light, and the pirates even lit torches.
In the yellowish flames of torches burning with fish oil, there was an attack scene covered in blood. The strong smell of blood was nauseating.
Two corpses were located in the corridor. One had been beaten to pieces by at least thirty rounds of bullets. His chest, head and face had been beaten completely to the point of losing his human appearance. If it weren’t for the black eyepatch hanging down on his head, “Suman
"Shark of Dar" could hardly recognize that this mutilated corpse was that of his most capable subordinate "One-Eyed Dragon".
"Move out." The livid-faced pirate leader glanced at the scene, turned around, walked out of the cabin, and stood on the deck, surrounded by pirates armed with live ammunition.
Nabaga is slightly fat. He has a huge waist and a thick neck like a boxer. On his clean-shaven face, he always has a smile that makes people feel chilled. He is slightly curved.
His curly hair was neatly combed. If he hadn't been wearing a gray-green military uniform with a bandolier hanging around his waist and a revolver stuck in his waist, he would have looked more like an ordinary businessman at first glance.
It is hard to imagine that such a man is the famous pirate leader in Malacca, known as the "Shark of Sumanda".
Nabarga has 220 armed pirates under his command. This is not the largest pirate group among the numerous pirates in Malacca. However, in terms of ferocity, it is the largest pirate group in Malacca with more than 500 pirates even 300 nautical miles away.
They are all ashamed of themselves.
As an orphan, Banaga joined a pirate gang as early as the age of fourteen. Only one year after joining the pirate gang, Banaga became dissatisfied that the weapons and equipment of the pirate gang he joined were too crude, and the so-called robbery was taking advantage of the opportunity.
To board a big ship in the middle of the night to steal some property and then escape is not called a pirate, but is called a pirate's too "soft" way of doing things. He led more than a dozen like-minded partners and established a new pirate group.
Banaga, who was only fifteen years old, became the leader of this thirteen-person pirate group with his extraordinary charisma. Banaga, who gradually strengthened himself through brutal plundering, now has more than fifty people with loaded weapons.
Afterwards, he brazenly invaded a large island in the Sumanda Sea, massacred nearly 500 of the island's indigenous people, and conquered the entire island.
After absorbing nearly a hundred aborigines to become members of the pirate group, plus desperadoes collected from various places, Banaga, who had nearly two hundred armed pirates, became even more cruel. The merchant ships that fell into his hands were not only robbed, but also all the hostages.
It needs to be redeemed with a large sum of money. As for those who have no one to redeem them, they will naturally become food for sharks in the sea.
It is said that there are a large number of sharks swimming around the seaside where Banaga lives all year round because there is always abundant food.
Such a cruel pirate leader quietly looked at his subordinates who were being moved and placed on the ground and almost beaten to pieces. The almost stagnant air made it difficult for the pirates around him to breathe.
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