Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1143: Change Stroke

["Who is this?" Searle narrowed her eyes as she looked at Taylor up and down. josei

'"This is Mr. Taylor, my good friend. He is the owner of the Golden Sail Merchant Guild, and the three merchant ships that were stolen are his. Oh, I forgot to introduce him. Mr. Taylor, I'm afraid Lord Sayle will have to think of a way to deal with the robbery of your merchant ship," Bill Gump said with a dry cough.

Bill was happy to kick the matter over to Searle. He was joking, how could he handle a bandit who could make such a big fuss? How could Searle not know what Bill Gump was up to, and he wouldn't expose it. Looking at Taylor, his eyes were filled with amusement.

The Golden Sail Merchant Guild, the big merchant, the merchant ship that was Together, these things made Taylor look suspicious to him. He only hated that Vulture, who had been planted beside Julian, did not report back the other party's actions in time. Moreover, there was no new news after arriving at Tiger Shark Harbor, so Searle did not know who was here to receive Julian and his party. Now that Taylor had jumped out, it was inevitable that he was acting suspiciously.

But Searle didn't want to make things difficult for Taylor until there was concrete evidence. First, to avoid alarming others, the plan of action for intercepting Julian was not limited to closing the pier. There was a naval fleet waiting for them in the waters of Santa Trina. If Taylor really was someone from Julian, if he rashly moved against him, he would probably make the other party more vigilant. Secondly, merchants like him have a lot of connections. Isn't Taylor related to Earl Bill Gump? God knows what other big shots he has behind him. If this had nothing to do with Taylor but offended some big shots, then he would have gotten himself into trouble for nothing.

For a moment, he had already figured out that he could only secretly investigate Taylor and not make a big fuss about him. However, compared to Taylor, tracking the three merchant ships was the most important thing. Searle casually asked a few questions. For example, what was the cargo on the ship, where it was going, who the buyer was, and so on. These questions weren't casual. If Taylor's answers weren't consistent with what he was investigating at that time, then the owner of the Chamber of Commerce would definitely have a question. Taylor answered like a stream. Then, he held Searle's hand and walked to the side. "Sir, these goods are expensive. If Sir can help me recover them, it will definitely not be without Sir's benefits."

With the cover of his body, Taylor stuffed something into Searle's pocket and patted him schematically, "It's all up to you, my lord."

After he said goodbye, Searle secretly pulled out the item. It turned out to be a voucher. The amount of ten thousand gold coins was neither too much nor too little. If one had to describe it, then it could only be said to be beneficial. Searle began to doubt his own judgment. Judging from Taylor's current behavior, it seemed that this matter really had nothing to do with him.

Of course, Searle trusted intelligence more than his instincts.

When the ship sailed on the sea, the blue waves gradually disappeared.

As the waves rose and fell, the brilliant sunlight pierced through the thin clouds and landed on the sea surface, refracting tens of thousands of bright lights, as if hundreds of diamonds were shining at the same time. On the bow deck, a few wine glasses collided and made a few crisp noises. Julian's handsome face was flushed red from the strong liquor, but His Highness the Prince was very excited. He patted Edward's arm cheerfully and said, "It was all thanks to your clever plan that we were able to turn the tables and move from passivity to initiative. And I have to say, Edward's idea was great!"

"Your Highness is right," Solin sighed sincerely. "I don't think those vultures would have thought that we would openly snatch the ship, leave the harbor early and get rid of Mr. Taylor."

'"What's even better is that Captain Jeter and some of us hid in the containers and got on the ship first. It solved the problem that our target was too big, and also allowed the captain and sailors to be in place in advance, so that the ship would be ready to leave." Julian shook his head and sighed, "The whole plan was careful and efficient. Ellen, even I am jealous that you have such a good helper."

"No matter how jealous Your Highness is, you can't expect me to give Edward to you." Alan said.

The few of them burst into laughter again.

Alan coughed softly at this moment. "However, although we have passed the pier, the danger is not over yet. Don't forget, we have a lurking vulture with us, and Diego said that there is a naval fleet waiting for us at sea."

Julian seemed confident in Edward's plans for the dock. He drank a mouthful of liquor and said, "I'm sure Edward has a plan."

Edward smiled and said, "Let's talk about this in Lord Alan. We've discussed the details and there shouldn't be any problem. I'd better be stupid at this point in time so that Lord Alan doesn't think I'm eye-catching and kicks me away. I'm going to lose my job."

Ellen raised his hand and patted his forehead, "This guy must want to jump to His Highness's side, that's why he said that to me."

Julian spread out his hands and said, "If he did, I would be happy to accept such a talent."

"Alright, Your Highness, and gentlemen, this is the end of the entertainment. Let's get down to business." Allen put down his glass and said, "I've talked to Edward about the spies and the Marines. We can't carry on with the scheduled journey. We're going to abandon the ship at the next port and land instead."

Julian was puzzled, "I can understand why we can avoid the naval fleet's trap by filling our ships at the next port." But what does this have to do with spies? Isn't it better to find him at sea? After all, he had nowhere to hide here. There was really no better chance to find a spy than this, right? I was wondering if we'd deliberately leaked fake information to get the vulture to spread the news. At that time, as long as we closely monitor the movements of everyone on board, we should be able to catch any clues, right? "

Alan looked at Edward and the two laughed. Edward replied, "This is the result of repeated discussions between me and Lord Alan. Your Highness, please think about it. If you were a vulture, would you risk sending information in such an exposed environment on the ship?" That's why we have to go by land. The land situation is complicated. This will give Vulture an opportunity to find him. Only when he relaxes his guard will we have a chance to find him. "

Julian listened and said, "Oh, I see."

Then they discussed the details of the plan, and at noon the captain told them that lunch was ready, and they left.

In the evening, the merchant ship was anchored in a sheltered bay. The waves gently pounded the boat. The distant sunset had dyed the sky and sea orange red, as if a master painted a bold and bright color, silently interpreting the beauty of dusk. Seabirds' cries could be heard continuously on the ship. Occasionally, a few seabirds would stop on the sail mast and rush up again after a while. Allen and the others were admiring the beautiful scenery on the deck, talking about the future from time to time, full of confidence in the future.

The seabirds on the ship were flying everywhere, so there was a white crow among them, which did not attract much attention. After circling around the flock, the crow left the flock and flew south. Soon after, it disappeared into the sky.

In a harbor more than a hundred nautical miles away from the merchant ship, there was a neat row of warships. Even though night fell on the deck of one of the ships, it was still brightly lit. The navy men on board lit a row of wind lamps to illuminate the deck. Under the lights, in the middle of the deck stood a tall man with bronze skin. His face was deep under his grey curly hair, and his eyes were sharp. Under the firm bridge of his nose, his two thin lips were tightly pursed. He stood upright, no matter how the ship rose and fell along with the waves, he didn't seem to have the slightest bit of shake, and his entire person gave off an exceptionally domineering feeling.

The man raised his exceptionally thick palm and waved his hand, saying in a slightly hoarse voice, "Go ahead."

Opposite him were three naked men with scars on their bodies. Each scar was an unusual medal for them. The three of them had gloomy and fierce eyes, and they knew that they were no ordinary characters at first glance. After exchanging glances with each other, they dispersed. Then, they exerted their strength at the same time, using their own killing skills to ferociously attack the man in the middle.

The bronze-skinned man's lips curved upwards, forming an ice-cold smile. He crouched down with his hands crossed. He shouted and spread it out, releasing a powerful aura that shook the bodies of the three people who surrounded him. The man took the opportunity to flash out and cleanly sent the three flying with elbow strikes, kicks and head hammers.

The three of them fell to the ground and cried out in pain. The man shook his head and said, "Come again."

At this moment, a soldier ran onto the deck and shouted, "General Solo, I just received news from the vulture about Prince Julian."

The man named Solo said "Oh" and gestured, "Read it."

"Yes." Standing upright, the soldier spread out a small piece of paper and read, "Julian and his party will leave for Red Leaf Harbor tomorrow, ready to fill their boats and land."

"You want to go by land?" Soro laughed, "Your Highness is really smart, but it seems like they have received news that we are waiting for them to fall into the trap on Santa Trina."

"General, what about us?"

"How far is Red Leaf Harbor from here?"

"We'll be there in two hours."

Soro nodded. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's set sail now. I can't help but want to see what a wonderful expression they'll have when they arrive tomorrow and find themselves surrounded by us. Oh right, remember to take off all the flag signs when you get to Red Leaf Harbor. Don't frighten our Highness Julian."

A moment later, a fleet left the harbor and sailed towards Red Leaf Harbor in the night.

He was speechless all night. The next day, Solo woke up early in the morning. He had a big chair moved to the deck of the ship, and then sat on the ship overlooking Red Leaf Harbor. It was still early, and the dock was very quiet. Only the cries of seabirds could be heard from time to time. Solo was not in a hurry either. He waited patiently and kept simulating in his mind the detailed plan to surround Julian until he thought it was perfect.

He opened his powerful palm and said indifferently, "Everything is under control."