"Captain, his father is not a good person. If we blatantly blackmail him, we will definitely die a horrible death." The crew member looked back at the captain.
Prague suddenly seized the opportunity. She picked up the iron bar beside her and heavily smashed the crew member's wrist that was holding the gun.
"Ah …"
Prague immediately picked up the gun. "Don't move!"
Pete's face was full of disbelief. He didn't know Prague had such a decisive side.
The surrounding crew members saw Prague grab the gun and were somewhat shocked.
But they weren't worried. After all, Prague was just a woman.
"Miss Prague, you better understand your situation." The captain looked at Prague, his tone somewhat disdainful.
To be honest, Prague was very calm at the moment.
Perhaps because she had experienced more severe and dangerous events.
So at this moment, Prague wasn't that afraid.
Suddenly, Prague turned the gun and pointed at the captain.
Bang — —
Prague fired, and the captain fell to the ground.
But the gun wasn't fatal.
The other crew members immediately wanted to pull out their guns.
But at this time, Prague fired several shots.
These shots made the crew members dumbfounded. They all covered their heads and fled.
Prague turned and ran into the cabin, and Pete quickly followed him.
He looked at Prague with shock in his eyes.
Is this the girl in my life?
Just then, another crewman came out of a hatch on the walkway.
He heard the noise outside and came out to see what was going on.
Just in time to see Prague, he didn't have time to react.
Prague had already raised the gun to the crew member's forehead.
"Pete, take his gun away."
"Ah … Oh."
Pete quickly searched the crew member's gun.
Prague single-handedly held the crew member's neck and used him as a meat shield, slowly retreating.
"Where is the kitchen?" Prague asked.
"Go straight, the innermost cabin is the kitchen."
At this time, the crew members outside the deck came in.
But they didn't dare to shoot. They stared at Prague, Pete, and the kidnapped crew member as they entered the kitchen.
As soon as Prague entered the kitchen, he immediately locked the door.
This kind of closed cabin door was locked with a wrench. If one side was fastened, then the other side definitely couldn't be opened.
This was because ocean-going ships like theirs often had to go to some rough seas, and many times, the waves would come in from the deck.
Therefore, many people often use this kind of closed cabin door to block the sea water.
But now, Prague was given a chance.
"Peter, tie him up."
"Oh." Peter was completely shocked by Prague's swift method.
He never thought that the seemingly weak [Prague] would have such a decisive response.
"What do we do now?"
"Don't worry. They should be the ones thinking about what to do now." Prague said calmly, "Food and water are all here, and the nearest island or coastline is at least three days away. We have enough time to delay them, and three days is enough for them to die of thirst at sea."
At this time, the crew members who were being held hostage also reacted.
He also looked at Prague in surprise. He did not expect Prague to have such a side to him.
"You seem to have forgotten about the Bison," the crew member said in a calm tone.
"Isn't the Bison broken?" Peter asked in surprise.
"Rick must have lied to us," Prague said. Prague finally reacted. "They most likely have some ulterior motives, but they accepted your money, so they planned to bring us to 'Seagull' and send us away. But your attitude, and your threat to sever your father's cooperation with them, made Rick unhappy, so he wanted to kill you."
To put it bluntly, all of this could have been avoided.
It was all Peter's stupid words and attitude that caused this disaster.
Peter's face turned red. He retorted, "It's all because you wanted to go out to sea. Otherwise, we wouldn't be in danger."
"There are electric welded walls outside, so even if we don't inform the Bison, this door won't last long," the crew member said. "So I advise you to surrender as soon as possible. A stalemate won't do you any good."
"I don't think so. After I held you hostage just now, those people were obviously very nervous. Who are you on this ship?"
"My name is Pammy. I'm not anyone on this ship. I'm just a collaborator with them." The crew member shrugged.
"Collaborator from what side?"
"You won't believe me even if I tell you," Pammy said calmly.
"How do you know I won't believe you if you don't tell me?"
"Okay, I'm a deep-sea priest. I can help the exploration ship avoid dangerous waters," Pammy said.
"Nonsense. What deep-sea priest? You're just a liar." Peter didn't believe Pammy at all.
"See, you won't believe me even if I tell you," Pammy said calmly. She didn't care about Peter's attitude.
"I believe you," Prague said.
"Prague, he's obviously lying. He's lying to you on purpose."
Prague didn't want to talk to Peter at all. If they weren't in the same boat, Prague would have shot Peter.
"Do you have any spells that can stop them from coming in?" Prague asked.
"Why should I help you? You're holding me hostage now. "Pammy sneered at Prague.
Prague lifted Pammy coldly. At the moment, Pammy was tied up tightly and couldn't resist even if she wanted to.
Prague pressed Pammy's head on the stove and turned on the gas, but he didn't light it.
The choking gas drilled into Pammy's nostrils, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Don't challenge my patience, and don't think you're special," Prague said coldly as he turned off the gas.
Peter felt that Prague in front of him was very unfamiliar. Was she really Prague?
Pammy coughed violently. Breathing in gas was very uncomfortable.
"What about now?" Prague looked at Pammy.
"My hands are tied. I can't cast spells," Pammy said.
Prague narrowed her eyes at Pammy. She didn't want to let go of Pammy.
Especially after knowing that he was a spiritualist, Prague was even more cautious.
She was completely unfamiliar with deep-sea priests and didn't know what abilities Pammy had.
Now that he was tied up, she could still threaten him with a gun.
But once she let go of Pammy, she would probably be controlled by him.
Just then, there was a sudden hurried knock on the closed door.
"Open the door … Open the door … Let me in …"
The voice outside didn't sound like a request or a threat. It was more like a plea for them to open the door.
But of course, Prague wouldn't open the door.
Suddenly, there was a scream from outside.
What happened? The people outside were attacked?
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