Chapter 837
"Go, we can't let the boss die in front of us!"
Mura also shouted.
The four of them instantly started to kill in this somewhat small private room.
"Go to hell!"
Napoleon jumped up and split Huashan with his strength.
The huge force carried the downward momentum.
He directly combed a fishman who was rushing in the front into a middle part.
This scene instantly scared many people.
Napoleon did not stop and rushed directly to the crowd.
The huge force directly lifted the surrounding fishmen, and the broken limbs were everywhere.
Napoleon's face was calm and calm.
His heart was very calm.
There was only one word in his heart.
Kill!
He wanted to kill his way out.
Kill the injustice in his heart.
There were more and more casualties around, and screams and wails continued.
Gradually!
Napoleon's devilish state scared many people.
"Madman, absolutely crazy!"
"Devil, this is the devil!"
"Devil, he is the devil of hell!"
"Butcher!"
The panic around them spread quickly, and morale plummeted in an instant.
Those who survived at this moment no longer thought about being the boss or avenging the boss.
The loyal ones had fallen to the ground, and the ambitious ones had died on the ground long ago.
The rest were cowardly rats.
Gradually, some people couldn't support it anymore, dropped their weapons and ran out.
The battle gradually subsided.
The wailing sounds around were in my ears.
Napoleon stopped killing, and his chest rose and fell for a long time.
He breathed deeply.
His arms trembled slightly.
There were many wounds on his arms, mixed with the blood of the surrounding fishmen dripping on the ground.
Drip drip.
Napoleon was like a bloody man.
The battle was over.
Murat and the other two fell to the ground in an instant, not wanting to move.
It was so thrilling.
So crazy.
They had never thought that they would have such a crazy day in their lives.
Looking at the boy in front of them.
Is this their boss?
He really got on a pirate ship.
Napoleon stood there for a minute, as if he was recovering his strength.
One minute later.
Napoleon's eyes became firm again.
Looking at the wailing fishmen on the ground around him.
He walked forward with cold eyes.
He sent these wailing fishmen to hell with one knife after another.
This scene frightened Murat and the other two.
He was only five years old!
After solving all this.
Napoleon opened the door of the box and walked out.
There was no one around.
Napoleon went straight to the top floor.
That was Jeff's office.
Next is the time to harvest.
Napoleon will not forget why he came here!
Pushing the office door open vigorously, he walked directly into this luxurious room.
Various rare marine treasures were displayed around, and any of them would be valuable treasures if placed in the outside world.
But Napoleon would not care.
Because he had no idea how much these things were worth.
He went directly to a box next to the office desk.
"Safe, it's a bit difficult!"
Napoleon looked at the locked safe, and he could only use violence to open it.
He flipped through the other materials on the table again.
Well, he was five years old, and although Ouni would teach him some words, it was obvious that he didn't learn much.
He basically didn't recognize them at a glance.
"Boss!"
Murat and the other two walked in, and they were the first to be dazzled by the treasures around them.
"We're rich, we're rich!"
Murat looked at the treasures lined up around him with shining eyes.
Napoleon followed Murat's line of sight.
The ornaments around made Murat unable to move his eyes away.
"Are these valuable?" Napoleon asked puzzledly. Although it is very beautiful, this thing can be seen everywhere in the sea. What is so precious about it? "Boss, you don't know, this thing is not valuable in Fishman Island, but it is worth a lot of money in the human world. A large number of merchants come to Fishman Island to buy it every month, and it can be sold for millions!" Murat said as he looked at these treasures. Obviously, he was not very clear. These corals and gems can be sold for tens of millions in the outside world. And the ones given to Fishman Island are all wholesale prices. "But it's not that easy to sell them. Those merchants are very smart. They know that if there are too many things, they will be worthless. They rarely buy them back every time, and then sell them at a high price. If you want to sell them, you need familiar merchants who are willing to buy them. There are not many merchants who dare to go to Fishman Island. Those merchants only trade with people with big power!" Murat said regretfully. "Is that so?" Napoleon was attracted by the twists and turns inside, and walked over to pick up a coral and play with it. "It seems that humansThe world is nothing big!"
Napoleon was not very familiar with the outside world.
What he heard last was what his mother told him.
It was like telling a story.
"See if you can open this safe. I guess all the money is here!"
Napoleon put down the coral and pointed to the safe next to him.
"Leave it to me!"
Davout volunteered to come out.
He still had a bloody crowbar in his hand.
He pried it violently.
The sound was very loud.
Seeing that Davout was struggling, Murat and Nara also came forward to help.
Soon, with a creak, the safe was violently pried open and fell to the ground.
Instantly, a large stack of banknotes and gold fell down.
"So much money!"
Davout immediately grabbed a handful of money, his eyes shining.
Snap!
"This is all the boss! "
Murat knew the priorities in the face of temptation and collected all the money.
"Boss, a total of 20 million Baileys, plus 60 million gold! A total of 80 million Baileys!"
Murat counted and said.
"So little!"
Napoleon's first reaction was that it was too little.
Even though he was on Fishman Island, he knew that the starting price of a mermaid at the auction house there was 80 million, and how could this organization that specializes in trafficking compatriots only have this much!
Murat was also surprised, and then he looked at the account book next to him and opened it to take a look.
It was full of transaction records.
The more he looked, the more angry Murat became.
"Boss, there are other fishmen behind this supporting the Wild Wolf Gang, or in other words, the Wild Wolf Gang is the other party's black glove! "
Murat placed a ledger in front of Napoleon.
Napoleon sat on the table and looked at the countless numbers on it, feeling a little confused.
Murat then remembered that the boss was illiterate.
I immediately picked up the ledger and started reading.
When he read about Hody Jones, Napoleon instantly remembered the new forces that had emerged in Fishman Street in the past year or two.
Since Tiger took a group of backbones of Fishman Street to sea, the underground power of Fishman Street has been vacant.
Countless gangs have emerged, but only the force where Hody Jones belongs has developed rapidly in the past year or two, becoming the strongest force in Fishman Street.
"Where did Hody Jones get so many men? How could he afford to support them? It turns out that he got them by selling his compatriots. It's really abominable. His hypocritical face must be exposed!"
Davout was indignant after hearing this.
Trafficking his compatriots, he can do such a thing.
