Bang!
The crisp gunshot rang out, and the bullet instantly blew a huge hole through the leader's head. The skull at the back of his head was blasted clean off, brains splattering everywhere as he slumped heavily back into his chair.
But this time, he would never get back up.
The sudden scene left the pirates dumbfounded. They could hardly believe their eyes and had no idea what had happened.
Their boss, their savage pirate captain, had just died like that!?
And his head had been completely blown apart. It was an utterly gruesome death!
"A gun... It's a gun! He has a gun in his hands!" An elderly sailor with graying hair suddenly pointed at the automatic rifle in Shen Feng's hands and shouted, "Quick... hold your heads with both hands! According to the old legends, that's the only way you won't be shot to death!"
As he spoke, he threw down his harpoon, squatted on the deck, and clutched his head with both hands.
The old sailor clearly held some authority. Hearing him and seeing their captain's corpse—shot through the head from dozens of meters away—the remaining sailors hurriedly squatted down as well.
They had made their living on the sea for their entire lives and had heard plenty of strange tales, including legends of guns that had once existed.
Apparently, guns could take lives from hundreds of meters away. They had once been standard equipment for everyone, but had gradually all been lost.
It was said that guns still existed in the hands of certain people in certain places, and those remaining firearms granted their owners power as mighty as gods.
Compared to guns and bullets, the harpoons in their hands were practically junk.
The pirate ship continued toward Shen Feng's little inflatable boat at a steady