Gray stood up and said to the person beside him knowingly.

"Where are children? Have you seen them?"

The passenger who was called by him shook his head in panic, curled up and took two steps back, and squeezed into a ball with the people next to him, causing a panic-like fight.

Because everyone could see that the captain's double-barrel hunting rifle had already aimed at the bird without hesitation, ready to pull the trigger and use a bullet to greet the guy who was ungrateful.

"Shut up and go to the side and lean against the wall."

Gray had to do it in disappointment.

The old sea dog was confused for a while and raised his knife to shout at the passengers gathered in groups: "Have you heard it? The captain said there must be children, so search it out quickly! Otherwise, you will be driven off the ship!"

Gray, who was beside him, glanced at him, approached the wall of the boat, raised his hands and gave a French military salute, and tried his best to show that he was not threatened.

From his perspective, you can see several passengers in the back row curling up while trying to cover the mother carrying the children, just like magnets gathering and attracting iron sand, covering a corner of the boat layer by layer.

The captain holding the pipe in his mouth smiled contemptuously and slowly lowered the barrel of the gun in his hand, "That's probably because I heard it wrong. Old sea dog, come back, I have a new task for you..."

He stood up, pulled the cabin door behind him with his fingers, and made a "dong da dong da" sound.

"...You throw this guy on the ground with only one breath away. Maybe it can produce a little magic effect and create the child I want out of thin air..."

A second after the knock on the door sounded, a violent noise suddenly sounded on the deck, as if some unknown existence was violently attacking the closed iron door.

If such an attack lasts too long, the existence outside the door loses patience and turns into a hoarse roar and bite, as if using his claws and teeth to attack the voice in a crazy manner.

The vibration caused by the grounding ship shaking violently, as if it was about to overturn an unknown attack at any time, stacking like a wave, one after another, just like the mood of the bloodless passengers in the cabin...

"There's there! I saw the child in the innermost!"

A bald passenger finally collapsed and covered his face and said to the captain, "Don't knock again! Don't knock again! Please, don't knock again!"

A middle-aged woman next to her suddenly pushed him and angrily scolded: "Do you know what you are doing? A bastard!"

The bald passenger said desperately: "Then do you know where we are? How long can we live? No matter what we sacrifice, we must protect Mr. Siennis! Now he is the only one who can save us!"

The old sea dog looked at these people with some confusion, as if he could not figure out why the passenger who had just been a single person suddenly had an internal strife after the captain said something. But he faithfully carried out the master's order, swayed the hilt of the knife, and opened the crowded crowd one by one, and pulled out a thin passenger from it.

"Relax your hand and let me see what's in the bag!"

The thin passenger's face turned pale in an instant, his hands burst out with blue veins but still could not resist the strength of the old seahorse. His eyes searched for anchors that were willing to provide help like hooks. The passengers around him were silent. After looking at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, they all drooped their eyelids.

"Nothing! There's really nothing inside!"

He seemed to have a hound who had found his prey by burrowing through the crypt, yelling and scaring his prey, and spreading his inner ecstasy to the surroundings.

The old furry raised a large travel bag high and raised it over his head, replying to the captain, "It's true that there's something wrong!"

"Look! A sleeping child!"

The captain stood up expressionlessly and pointed his gun at Gray, "Very good, there is something on the ship that hides me..."

"You know that I am the captain, and this captain will listen to me... Old sea dog, since there are extra people on the boat, please teach the disobedient passengers a lesson..."

The old sea dog volunteered, "Captain, I'll tie up this little guy's family now! Give some colors to see!"

The captain ignored it and said to himself.

"Take the kid out."

The tone was as easy as throwing out the paper ball in his hand. The captain's words brushed through every inch of the air in the cabin, and attached a sense of coldness to the invisible objects sucked into his lungs.

The bald man opened his mouth blankly in shock, and the passenger was still drooping his eyes and could not wake up. The thin passenger had fallen on the dirty floor of the cabin, stirring up a shock of dust.

Even the old sea dog didn't seem to hear the order clearly, "Captain, you...what did you say just now..."

The captain with a pipe in his mouth took off his dirty hat, strengthened his tone, and said word by word.

“Take it out.”

The old sea dog's hunched body was even more twisted, as if the bag in his hand suddenly became several times heavier.

From the hole that had not been completely pulled on the travel bag, you can see that a tender face was sleeping soundly ignorantly, with a drop of less obvious tears hanging on the corners of your eyes.

"Captain...I don't understand what you mean... There is something outside here, there is..."

The old fur dog stammered.

The captain picked up the double-barrel hunting rifle and said with a grin: "I know more about what's outside than you, but I want to know more about what's happening in the cabin..."

"Old sea dog, please help me calculate, are there thirty-six people on the ship or thirty-seven people?!"

The old sea dog's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and he stuttered: "Captain... are you... doubting me?"

"Oh? Shouldn't I doubt you?"

The captain's tone gradually became stern, "Since you deliberately met these people later, you will always inadvertently prompt me to do what the scammers on the ground... I have known you for so long, and I never thought you would have such deep thoughts..."

"Captain, you misunderstood me...I have no selfishness..."

"I'm not interested in what you think! Do you understand the problem with this route? However, I have long understood that the route will not be wrong, and the person who makes mistakes must be the ones!"

The old sea dog was limp and placed the package in his hand on the ground, and was instantly snatched back by the thin passengers. If the force was just like this, the old sea dog who was not strong could not take away the travel bag.

Then, the cabin was filled with the mother's suppressed sobs and the sobs after the child woke up.

"Captain, my son is dead..."

"Mr. Siennis told me that my son was dead..."

"I admit that I am a gambler, a scoundrel, a scum, a bastard who has no honor and no loyalty, but my son is not..."

The old sea dog raised his eyes empty and looked at the black fog outside.

"He has good morals, rich knowledge, and willpower beyond the low bloodline. But he died in the concentration camp, and I, a fool, live... I really didn't expect anything else, I just suddenly felt that I wanted to save the child..."

Gray looked at this scene and said with the pressure of the captain's squinting eyes, "Captain, we are all stranded and died. We should unite and find a way to survive. We can't fight in the internal strife. It just so happened that I knew some first aid knowledge. Maybe I could wake up the gentleman lying on the ground first... I only need one opportunity..."

The captain looked at him with a contemptuous smile, "It's very good, but I advise you to stop the small movements of easy approaching first, unless you want to try whether your fist is fast or my gun is fast!"

Gray's secret moves stopped quickly.

After being bound to this body, all his superhuman bodies seemed to have lost their function, leaving only a weak body that had been thriving in hunger and cold.

"Don't be so nervous, Captain..."

Gray smiled and moved back, "The boss told me a long time ago that the gun was fast..."

The captain said disdainfully, "What about within seven steps? Is it possible that the fist is fast?"

Gray gave a French military salute against the wall and quickly explained: "No, no, no, within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast!"

But at this moment, a thin and bald figure rolled out of the crowd, and had already swept past the old sea dog sitting on the ground, and pulled away the waist knife from his hand. In the next blink, it flashed near the captain's hat.

The shameless whistleblower just now turned into an assassin with a rising sun on his head, his shoes were stepped on his dirty hat, and his blade was slanted against the captain's beard, and he looked at him with a smile.

Gray finally stopped saluting and scratched his head, saying with difficulty, "I'm sorry to be interrupted. Where did we just talk about it... Oh oh, right, it's accurate and fast..."

Gray took a step forward, grabbed the double-barrel hunting rifle in the captain's angry eyes, skillfully retreated the bullet and checked the gun's condition, then loaded it again and pointed it at the captain.

"Your gun is great, but unfortunately it belongs to me now."
Chapter completed!