Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 206 Bone-eating clowns, turmoil at the port

As the night deepens, the international port of Georgetown on the Great Taiman Island is brightly lit.

If an Eagle Spirit Warrior were to transform into an eagle and look down from the sky, he would be able to tell which areas of the Bantaan Islands are prosperous and which are backward just by looking at the brightness of the lights.

This international port is a public port with free trade, no restrictions on personnel identity, and is open to both black and white people. It is even many times more prosperous and bustling than the royal ports of many countries.

Probably the only place that can be compared with it is Black Sail Harbor, the new pirate town in the Bahamas.

However, compared with that "one of the most depraved places on the sea" with dysfunctional public management and dirtiness, the international port with its beautiful scenery and strict planning is simply a paradise.

Here, all kinds of white, gray and black businesses are no less numerous than those in Black Sail Port, but they are all clearly separated and managed in an orderly manner.

At night, the port area, where offices of all major forces gather and is the most lively, almost turns into a city that never sleeps.

at this time.

A team of privateers who had just returned from a mission arrived at the port under the guidance of the bright lighthouse.

The first colonists who experienced the difficult times felt it most.

The originally dilapidated lighthouse became more and more brilliant after receiving sufficient supply of spices, and it seems that it will become more and more brilliant.

On the ship were the privateers who had returned with a full load after a day of hard looting.

A group of armed tax collectors wearing silver dragon head armbands, representing their job affiliation with the Finance Department of the Governor's Office, also walked towards the port area, talking and laughing.

“Congratulations to Captain Ron for finally getting what he deserves.

Not only did he complete this month's tax assessment task ahead of schedule, but he also received a bottle of [Angel's Kiss], 5 grams of spice, and successfully awakened his spirituality.

From then on, I became an extraordinary person who was beyond the ordinary. "

All the team members were envious and couldn't stop congratulating the team captain.

"This is the result of the captain's accumulated strength, and he just needs the final touch.

If it were us, even if we had the qualifications, it would be impossible for us to achieve a breakthrough so quickly with just such a small number of resources.

However, the road to Captain 721's fission mode is right in front of us, and we will be able to do it sooner or later."

Some team members are full of ambition and confidence in their future.

"Captain, have you decided which extraordinary sequence you want to take?
Our tax department's immediate superior is Miss [Mithril Dragon] Catherine.

I heard that if you work as a [Golden Eye], [Pawn Merchant] or [Treasure Guardian] in the Gold Yuan sequence, you will receive resource subsidies.

It is said that if you apply to be transferred to Torrent Fortress, or change your job to [Fortress Guardian], [Fortress Expert] or other professions that the company urgently needs, resources will be allocated.

It’s just that the initial training may be very hard.”

Captain Ron, who is not tall but walks very steadily, listened to the tax team members' conversation with a smile on his face and agreed with them from time to time.

Obviously very much loved.

He had a very neat red short haircut and even shaved his beard cleanly, exuding a strong military temperament from the inside out.

In fact, these people, led by Captain Ron, were the former Castilian Navy soldiers rescued by Byron from the merchant ship.

Because the warship they were serving on did not want to pay them, they exchanged this group of sailors from various countries with the crew of the merchant ship Teapot (Chapter 181).

If they hadn't met Byron, sooner or later they would have been used as witchcraft materials by the second mate who practiced the black magic [head shrinking], and ended up with a miserable end with their heads and bodies separated.

After being rescued by Byron, they joined the Armed Tax Inspection Department within the Vanguard Pilot Colonial Company, which was managed by Catherine.

Everything was similar to the inspection team of the "Royal Tax Inspection Bureau" that had just been wiped out by a flare.

In terms of the institutional system and the purity of "armed inspection", it is more authentic than the previous one.

They are specifically responsible for inspecting merchant ships on the east-west routes. They will board ships to collect taxes from those that have not paid taxes in advance, and they will also conduct random inspections on ships that have paid taxes in advance to uphold justice for the sailors.

After a period of development, Pioneer Navigation Company now has an excellent reputation among sailors.

It also further prompted a large number of oppressed and outstanding sailors to find ways to join the company voluntarily.

Unlike the formal armed forces of other official forces, privateering fleets are mostly money-eating beasts that only take in and never give out.

Its biggest feature is that it can make money actively, and it makes money together according to the 721 model.

The bigger the scale, the more money you make.

Referring to the four quadrants of the industry: Golden Bull, Skinny Dog, Celebrity, and Young Children, there is no doubt that this is a good business that makes a fortune like the "Golden Bull".

"The extraordinary path I want to choose? I should choose [Treasure Guardian].

Because every time Miss Catherine lectured the Armed Tax Inspectorate, she said that her purse would shrink inexplicably, and the tighter she held on to her gold, the faster it would slip away.

I think she might be in need of a guard who can look after the vault dutifully!"

Although he has never heard of the saying that "the end of the career path is the guard booth."

But out of gratitude to the company and the sea hunters, this honest man still resolutely chose this career which would save him forty years of detours.

Just to protect the company's property.

At this moment, Ron suddenly moved his nose and turned his head to look at an auction house beside the road.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

Ron instantly grasped the flintlock rifle on his shoulder and said in a serious voice:

"Be alert! There's suddenly a strong smell of blood here!"

Although the copper nameplate of the Golden Palm Trading Company in front of the door made these tax officials instinctively disgusted, their duties made it impossible for them to turn a blind eye to this anomaly.

Besides, their future all depends on the company. Whether it is the extraordinary path or the deposits, they all prosper and suffer together.

However, before they could form a battle formation, they slowly approached.

Boom!

There was a loud noise and flames shot into the sky.

A large hole was blown into the white marble wall of the Golden Palm Trading Company auction house.

Three nimble figures flew out from there, and like monkeys, they jumped high onto the surrounding buildings in just a few jumps.

With the help of the bright moonlight and nearby lights, Ron and his companions could see clearly that the three figures were actually three strange clowns.

He was wearing a funny clown costume, a colorful wig, and his face was painted with thick oil paint.

Especially the red nose, the blood-red mouth stretched from ear to ear, and the bloodstains on the body.

This human-like yet non-human appearance instantly triggers the "uncanny valley".

As a result, they not only lack the comical feel of normal clowns, but also make people feel cold inside.

One of them was playing with a throwing knife, and the other was throwing seven or eight red spherical bombs in his hand.

The leader held up a nautical chart and looked at the moon in the sky carefully for a while, revealing an exaggerated smile that a normal human being could never do:

“Haha, the defense of the International Port is just this good.

The information bought from the black market turned out to be correct. I easily got a treasure map of Treasure Island here.

All the treasure on Treasure Island is mine."

Obviously, a city that is too free and too dynamic is not a good thing. Even though many insiders and spies have quietly disappeared in this international port, it still hasn't completely dispelled the fluke mentality of some people.

Especially those mid-sequence transcendents who are confident of their powerful strength.

“Black market intelligence?
It's an intruder, open fire!"

He instantly realized that the other party's actions did not seem to be spur of the moment, and the source of the intelligence that led them here was also extremely suspicious.

But now is not the time to pursue that kind of thing.

As the closest armed officer of the port management, Ron decisively ordered an attack.

boom! boom! boom!
Lines of fire intertwined in the night sky and enveloped the three clowns.

However, due to the long distance and upward shooting, the bullets did not pose much threat to the three weird clowns.

They moved around on the roof as if they were participating in a circus performance of dodging flying knives, and they easily dodged all the bullets.

"Haha, so boring. Too boring. Is this all you have got?"

Sharp laughter pierced the night sky, as if mocking the guards' weakness and incompetence.

At the same time, they kept throwing red bombs, causing violent explosions in the nearby buildings.

boom! boom! boom!
Flames, smoke and dust swept up into the sky along with rubble and wood chips.

At this time, the guards in charge of guarding the vault in the auction house also chased out under the leadership of James, the [Treasure Guard] who had fought with Bruch.

They were all covered in dust and blood, and their faces looked extremely ugly.

"Be careful, they broke the Minotaur Key that I used to defend my treasure house.

The Clown Tricks mastered by the clown in the lead even easily broke through the upper limit of my ability and opened the lock of mysticism.

This person should be the leader of the Clown Pirates, a third-level extraordinary person [Bone-eating Clown] Korras King! "

The core ability of the Treasure Guardian at the second level is [Key of the Minotaur].

It can be guaranteed that they are the lock of the vault in the mystical sense. No one can take away a gold coin inside until they are defeated.

The higher the value of the vault, the stronger the power that the treasure guard can exert.

At this moment, James was suppressed by the Joker's lock-picking ability due to his class, and successfully stole the treasure map guarded by him.

“Trash, all boring trash.

This is a gift from the clown to you, please accept it.

Everyone should be as happy as I am! Hahahaha"

Amidst his incoherent laughter, the [Bone-Eating Clown] Kras King raised his hand and dropped beautifully wrapped gift boxes.

"Get out of the way."

Someone was unable to dodge and was immediately entangled by the fire snake that came out of the gift box. He only had time to scream before he was quickly burned to ashes.

Among them were the Remit people and the tax inspection team of Pioneer Company.

Then the fire snake spread to nearby buildings, igniting a raging fire.

The riots in the port also began to spread simultaneously.

[Bone-eating Clown] Koraskin obviously didn't take the International Port seriously at all.

According to intelligence, this port has not had any notable military achievements since its opening, and the only time the Barbary pirates were repelled was when the coalition forces "happened to do so".

Fuwei, Fuwei, although this world of fame and fortune is full of human relationships and worldly wisdom, it also requires fighting and killing!

If either Wei or Fu is missing, the company will suffer a huge setback.

"An attack on the port?"

"It seems someone has robbed the Palme d'Or auction house."

"How about us too?"

There were some ambitious people with chaotic natures nearby who couldn't help but get excited when they saw this scene.

They may not have the courage to work on their own, but once someone takes the lead, it is not impossible for them to start a massive "zero-dollar purchase".

If there are foreign invaders who want to destroy the international port, as it involves their lives and property, they will definitely unite against the enemy.

But the threat posed by a mere clown has obviously not reached this level, so the weaker the official manager is, the better.

They are eager to completely open up the free market. Only without any supervision can they make the most black money by using all kinds of unscrupulous means.

Who doesn’t love taking advantage of others’ misfortune?

But what they don't know is.

Good fighters have no illustrious feats.

With the [Golden Rule] monitoring every corner, most situations can be prevented in advance and dangers can be resolved before others can see.

A miracle doctor once commented: his eldest brother’s medical skills are the best, his second brother’s are second, and his own are the worst.

Others wonder: Since your medical skills are not the best, why are you the most famous?
The miracle doctor replied: My eldest brother specializes in treating illnesses before they occur. He often controls the source and cures the disease in time before it starts to occur, so not many people know about it.

My second brother is good at treating early-stage diseases, but few people pay attention to him and not many people know about him.

The patients he treated often had completely complicated and difficult diseases, and attracted a lot of attention from people around him, so naturally he became the most famous.

We can only blame the Remit people themselves for running too many shady businesses.

A large number of law-breaking stones that can block the legal network and various supernatural powers are used in the auction house's building, becoming a blind spot for the [Golden Law] monitoring in the city.

It wasn't until the riots broke out that the alarm was sounded.

The three robbers were immediately captured by the law as soon as they landed on the street, attracting real defense forces.

A golden light broke through the air and transformed into Catherine's stunningly beautiful face in the air.

Her golden hair was flying wildly, and the female voice, which was pleasant but angry, could be heard by most of the city:
“Georgetown is under martial law, all non-essential personnel are requested not to go out.

All non-combat employees of the company retreated and nearby personnel were evacuated.

The Stormcloaks block the port area, and the captains of the privateer fleet send marines into the city to maintain stability."

Orders were issued one by one in an orderly manner.

The entire port city began to operate at high speed immediately, like a giant beast that had awakened or a piece of precision machinery.

The atmosphere changed.

At the same time, facing the three clowns who showed no restraint, Catherine shouted:
"Mithril Guard, summon!"

Clang——!
Silvery-white light flashed in the sky above the city, and with the sound of metal clashing, six huge silver monsters, carrying explosive gases, slammed down towards the three clowns.

“How dare you scum cause trouble in my dragon’s nest.

In order to raise money to support the construction of Torrent Fortress, I have just developed the sixth phase of high-quality sea view houses in the port area.

You all deserve to die!"

(End of this chapter)