Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3402

On the vast and endless Western seas, several large ships sail across the water, their masts proudly displaying the flag of the Marine Corps. A middle-aged man stood at the bow, furrowing his brow as he gazed at the ocean.

"Captain, what are you looking at?" another man asked, approaching with a friendly smile and offering a bottle of water.

After decades of navigating these waters, my instincts have never steered me wrong. But today, something feels off; my sixth sense is on high alert, and a dull pain lingers in my forehead.

I glance back at the other ships, and all dispatched to support the Virtue Hall with crucial supplies—thirty tons in total.

The leader of our sect holds Matthew in high regard, having not only appointed him as the hall master but also mobilized substantial resources for this mission. Among these ships are five tons of rare spices, including ambergris and various expensive herbs.

If they were just ordinary spices, I wouldn’t be so worried. But these are valuable—worth tens of thousands of Dornia Emerald per kilogram. With five tons aboard, the potential value soars into the billions, not to mention the other goods. The weight of responsibility bears down on me as I consider what’s at stake.

"Captain, you're worrying too much," the first mate reassured him. "We're flying the Emissaries flag. Who would dare attack us? Do they want to lose their lives?"

The captain's unease remained unaffected by the first mate's words. He picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke clearly, "All crew, go to high alert. Keep your eyes peeled. If we make it safely to Virtue Hall, I'll personally ask the hall master to give everyone a bonus!" The captain's words lifted the crew's spirits, and they worked with extra enthusiasm, even while scrubbing the deck.

Half an hour had passed, and the sea remained calm. However, the captain's unease grew stronger with each passing minute. Glancing at their current position and the nautical chart, he saw that they were headed straight toward Montiria.

At this pace, it will take at least several more days to reach the destination.

Just as the captain looked down, the voice of the lookout suddenly came through the walkie-talkie. "Captain, report! There are pirates at sixty degrees southeast…" The lookout’s voice, though precise, was barely audible.

In the next moment, a thud echoed as a body hit the deck, and the captain turned to look at the lookout's position. The lookout lay on the deck, his body a bloodied mess, with a small, bloody hole clearly visible in his forehead.

The captain's face changed drastically as he picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Pirates! All hands on deck!"

The captain quickly runs to the lookout's side, disregarding the blood, and grabs the binoculars from him. He scans the southeast at sixty degrees. Sure enough, a group of pirates wearing red bandanas and riding jet skis is rapidly approaching.

"Willie, take the crew and get to the back of the ship. Grab a speedboat and find Mr. Larson from Virtue Hall!" The captain's gaze locks onto his anxious first mate, urgency in his voice.

The first mate’s expression reflected shock, but he glanced at the captain. Ultimately, he nodded and sprinted toward the back of the ship.

This is the most effective solution we have at the moment!