CHAPTER 1535: CHAPTER 732: HEAD WEST_2

"Because this is his domain, it’s the source of his funding. Only by firmly controlling this place could he continue to buy luxury houses all over the world."

"Cash and assorted items totaled several million dollars. There’s a small amount of gold, a few kilograms of golden bars, and some jewelry. The most valuable is a string of diamond necklaces; those diamonds must be nearly twenty to thirty carats."

Sean Knight roughly estimated that, excluding real estate, just these items alone added up to tens of millions of dollars.

Being a pirate really did bring in money!

Thinking of the over a hundred skeletons in the hollow place behind the base, Sean Knight guessed how the money had come about.

This pirate base wasn’t on any route and had no residents nearby. Plus, with the protection of the people in the off-road vehicle, that’s why it had continued to exist, right?

The first to arrive was Fay Doe’s mother. She had been searching nearby for nearly a month, and at this moment, looking haggard, she was at the pier holding Fay Doe, weeping bitterly.

The yacht quietly left the harbor. Watching the oblivious mother and daughter, Douglas Cooper suddenly said with deep emotion,

"I feel like I have done something really meaningful. It’s like going back to the days in the army when I would go on special missions."

When Fay Doe and her mother composed themselves and turned to look again, the yacht had already moved away from the pier and was sailing toward the deep ocean.

Mother and daughter stood in silent confrontation.

Their bodyguards stood motionless; Sean Knight had given them a mental suggestion not to disturb the mother and daughter.

The second one to be picked up was Tara Colins, who was collected by her brother. Amani was picked up by a butler. It wasn’t until this moment that Amani whispered to Sean Knight,

"Thank you, Mr. Knight, for some special reasons, I can’t make this public. But I am truly grateful to you. When you come to the Middle East, I hope to invite you... and Princess Kuroya to visit my home..."

So, she was from Kuroya State. Sean Knight finally had an answer for Amani’s choice to follow him without a word.

After resupplying, the yacht left the pier and turned heading west.

"Boss, what should we do with these houses?" Douglas Cooper asked as he held a stack of documents.

The pirate leader was already dead, and these houses were currently ownerless.

"Let’s distribute them," said Sean Knight. "Anyway, we’re crossing the seas, staying wherever we go. It’s just right to get all the procedures done. Consider them communal property; from now on, wherever we go, we’ll have a place to stay."

Such situations had happened more than once, and Sean Knight had gotten used to dealing with it this way.

A house is just a place to live and can’t be taken away. However, when the four of them were hunting for treasure and traveling around the world, having a place to stay was always more convenient.

On the surface of the Indian Ocean, the yacht stopped in the seawater, pushed up by the gentle waves, then fell back down.

Sean Knight stood on the deck, quietly waiting for Douglas Cooper underwater.

He already knew the result, but the process couldn’t be hurried. So, he waited patiently.

About fifteen minutes later, Douglas Cooper surfaced holding a wooden box.

"Boss, there’s really a Spanish sailboat sunk down here! But the ship has fallen apart, and the goods have scattered everywhere..."

"Come up quick," Sean Knight took the box and pulled Douglas Cooper up, "Rest first, and then we’ll talk about how to salvage."

With growing trust and Elijah Hastings and his two companions’ deeper understanding of spiritual energy, Sean Knight gradually revealed some of his special abilities to them.

Like now, as they sailed to this location, Sean Knight had Douglas Cooper stop the yacht, saying that there was a sunken ship and treasure underwater.

Douglas Cooper knew it was true the moment he dived in.

Through the Sky Eye, he saw that the shipwreck was thoroughly disintegrated, leaving only the keel and a few clung planks. Now, these remnants were completely covered by marine life, forming an "artificial reef" underwater.

Many sea creatures were attached and grew nearby; if one didn’t observe closely, it would be impossible to tell that these were the remnants of a shipwreck.

The valuable items from the ship had fallen over an area of nearly one kilometer on the ocean floor. It took Douglas Cooper a while underwater to find this box.

Having found this box, he roughly understood the situation underwater, then discovered more things.

But they were not easy to salvage. After resting for a while, Douglas Cooper, with an underwater metal detector, dived again.

The water here wasn’t deeper than a hundred meters; with the diving equipment, he could still manage.

Sean Knight stood on the deck, and his interest in underwater treasure hunting had actually waned significantly.

Perhaps because he had amassed enough wealth, or maybe he had done this sort of thing too often?

Maybe he needed to find new excitement, or perhaps it was time to consider retirement?

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Sean noticed from the corner of his eye a small black dot floating on the sea surface.

Upon closer inspection, it was a cargo ship.

This area was not a traditional waterway, but it wasn’t too surprising to see a ship here either. The sea is trackless, and ships sail at will.

However, that cargo ship did not drop anchor, nor did it sail hastily; it just wandered in circles nearby.

It wasn’t until Douglas Cooper resurfaced from the water again, lifting a basket filled with gold and silver coins, that the cargo ship continued to drift far away.

Then Sean felt something was off.

After pulling Douglas aboard, Sean said,

"Let’s not dive anymore for the moment. Take a break, have some food; we’re in no hurry at this point."

"Sure thing," Douglas, who was also somewhat exhausted, placed the contents of the basket on the deck and said with a smile,

"There’s a lot here, but it’s spread out too much. To clean up everything, I think it could take at least half a month."

"It won’t take that long," Sean glanced again at the cargo ship and then said,

"Let’s wait until tomorrow. We’ll dive together, two people will make the process faster."

Douglas nodded. He knew his boss’s abilities well; faster and stronger than himself, so this task would certainly speed up.

Sean wasn’t in the mood, and Douglas was tired, so they simply ate some self-heating food and went to rest.

As night fell and Douglas had almost fully rested, he came up on deck to find Sean already standing there.

"Boss, is something wrong?" he could clearly sense that Sean’s expression was solemn.

"We might be under surveillance," Sean pointed to a small black dot in the distance and said, "That ship was drifting around here during the day, and it’s still there now. I’m afraid they’ve set their sights on us. I suspect they might take action tonight."

"Haha," Douglas sneered upon hearing this, his mocking expression revealing itself, "Do they think we’re easy targets or walking wallets? Want to make a move? Then let’s see if they’ve got the teeth for it!"

Not only had they seized treasures from the pirate base, but they also found some weapons.

So Douglas was certainly not afraid, even if the other party was a small warship, he felt they could fight a few rounds!

Seeing that Douglas was prepared, Sean said no more and went back to his cabin to rest.

Douglas had initially thought about diving again after resting up. But now with a menacing guy watching, naturally, he wouldn’t dive again; instead, he went to the driver’s cockpit, took out an infrared telescope, and looked towards the black dot.

There were silhouettes of people on it, but it wasn’t clear.

After some thought, Douglas went to the cockpit, pulled out a box, and opened it to release a drone.

A high-end model, with very good silent operation, it flew up into the air and drifted towards the cargo ship.

Soon, the screen in front of Douglas showed the footage sent back by the drone.

It was indeed a cargo ship, over 100 meters long and about seven or eight meters wide, its deck cluttered with boxes, and people bustling about on top.

Douglas narrowed his eyes; he could tell that many of the individuals were armed with guns, and from time to time they were pointing towards the yacht, obviously harboring ill intentions.

Now that he had accurate information, Douglas hesitated between taking immediate action or waiting for them to make their move, to then have concrete evidence before striking back.

In any case, he had things in hand, and he wasn’t afraid of these folks causing trouble.

Although he might rest late tonight, Douglas felt it was better to wait for them to act before counter-attacking.

At least that way he could be at ease.

At midnight, the cargo ship finally stopped circling and slowly approached the yacht.