Good thing Fang Senyan and the other two stepped forward at this time, shouting loudly and pointing directions, cooperating with the officer as he ran around to direct traffic. They worked for a long time to barely control the chaos. Otherwise, if the situation had continued to deteriorate, this terrifying disaster might have spread to the entire city, turning all of Port Royal into a ghost town before the virus expired.

After the recovering sailors controlled the key intersections, they found something to start fires and set up several large bonfires to block the infected. The chaos was finally brought under control.

It is worth mentioning that this was the best time to flatter the leadership. Governor Swann, who was helpless, was not missed by Fang Senyan and the others. They promptly escorted him to a safe area. Although nothing unexpected happened, they at least got on his good side and made him feel indebted to them.

Half an hour later, Norrington returned with a livid face. He was dirty and disheveled, exuding an indescribable stench. He had obviously lost the trail, and his gentlemanly demeanor was gone, indicating he had suffered quite a bit. Fang Senyan did not see Will Turner, who was probably still chasing after Elizabeth Swann, refusing to give up.

About five minutes after Norrington's return, the infected who were still roaring and attacking simultaneously froze, then fell down. The skin and muscles all over their bodies turned black, withered like dried wood, as if they would turn to ashes or mummies with a single gust of wind. Obviously, the virus's expiration date had passed.

The apprehensive citizens and the sailors on standby were stunned for a moment, then almost simultaneously prostrated themselves on the ground, making the sign of the cross on their chests and uttering mournful sounds. Most of the casualties in this disturbance were their relatives, colleagues, and friends. The next moment, without waiting for Norrington to issue orders, a massive purge fueled by hatred and anger swept through Port Royal!

Thanks to Fang Senyan's foresight, he and his companions, despite their ambiguous identities and awkward status as suspects, were unharmed in this purge. As far as the authorities were concerned, Governor Swann would naturally vouch for them, so they didn't need to worry too much.

Furthermore, most of the sailors in the army had witnessed Fang Senyan and his group fighting the infected on the front lines, and a dozen or so citizens had been rescued from their predicament with their help. With these three protective charms, Fang Senyan and the others could withstand ten thousand purges without any concern.

Clearly, the contractor who had planned this terrifying biochemical attack had made all the preparations and erased all traces before starting. Therefore, it was understandable that the search yielded nothing. However, a dozen or so pirate spies from other hidden forces became scapegoats for the angry mob. After having their limbs broken, they were hanged alive on crosses on the reefs outside the harbor.

Here, it must be mentioned that Mr. Gibbs and Captain Jack Sparrow unfortunately suffered as innocent bystanders. Because they could not find witnesses to prove their innocence, they were detained as suspects. History was correcting itself with amazing coincidence. The esteemed Captain Jack was still imprisoned in Port Royal's jail, and he didn't have the chance to shout his famous line, "Gentlemen, you will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow." Of course, this time he had Mr. Gibbs to keep him company.

The evening sky turned from blue to black very quickly and quietly. Mixed with the whistling sea breeze and the black smoke from burning corpses and debris, it naturally brought a strong atmosphere of desolation and sorrow to this once prosperous port.

Looking at the churning iron-gray clouds in the sky, Fang Senyan, standing at the entrance of the bar, frowned:

"I'm afraid there's a typhoon tonight."

The old sea dog squinted his eyes and looked for a while:

"It really might be possible. The color of those clouds is eerily scary! If you encounter those clouds at sea, lowering the sails might not even be enough. You have to cut down the masts immediately!"

At this time, the owner of the bar where the two were staying heard Fang Senyan's conversation and immediately yelled at the waiters, telling them to start pressing stones on the roof, collect clothes, and nail windows, making a series of preparations before the typhoon came. The owner went to buy food at a higher price.

The owner knew that these people who made a living at sea had sharp eyes. If they couldn't judge accurately, they would die, so he immediately listened and believed them deeply.

At this time, the person Fang Senyan had sent to inquire about information also returned. According to Mr. Jack Sparrow's information, Shavin was the person he had to find. As the saying goes, know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated. Otherwise, to snatch the Aztec gold coin from the Black Pearl would be an almost impossible task!

Of course, finding someone, especially a resident who lived in Port Royal before, was really not suitable for Fang Senyan's men to do. However, in the previous incident with Cree, they had established a very good cooperative relationship with the local gangsters. So Fang Senyan directly asked his men to take a money bag filled with pounds to Mr. Wilson of the fish stall. He estimated that Mr. Wilson would also gladly accept this easy and pleasant cooperative relationship.

After that pirate whispered a few strange words in Fang Senyan's ear, Fang Senyan couldn't help but exclaim:

"What? He was caught and put in jail? And in a maximum-security prison?"

礁石 (Jiao Shi) and 莫干沙 (Mogansha) couldn't help but look at each other. They had just established a good relationship with Port Royal today, and now they had to rush to break into the prison?!!

This news was completely unexpected. He could only comfort himself in an Ah Q-like manner: having news is better than no news. But he also had to adjust his future actions and response plans. It seemed that this Shavin was indeed a key figure, and the difficulty secretly set by the space to obtain his help was definitely not small.

"This matter cannot be rushed," Fang Senyan said slowly. "We have to think about it carefully."

Everyone knew that this kind of thing couldn't be rushed. As the saying goes, haste makes waste. They re-entered the bar to drink and think. At this time, the wind was gradually increasing, causing the windows to rattle. The bar owner hurriedly nailed and secured the remaining windows before bringing Fang Senyan and the others dinner.

Probably because of the typhoon, dinner was very simple: a large pot of stewed, mushy onion and cabbage soup, plus a large plate of roast meat, with black bread as the staple food. Although the bread was cold and hard, the vegetable soup was piping hot, and the vegetables inside were mushy. Soaking the black bread in it and taking a bite had a particularly different flavor.

The roast meat was quite fatty, but it was roasted a bit dry, and biting into it made a "crunch, crunch" sound. The delicious fat overflowed, and it tasted quite good with a sip of rum.

After finishing dinner, the wind increased even more. They could even feel the huge wind force bearing on the main structure of the house, causing it to creak. Fortunately, the structure of this bar was quite solid. It looked like it had been tested by typhoons for a long time, so the owner wasn't worried and went to sleep early. But at this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong."

The sound was light and rhythmic, with no hint of panic, but very resolute, as if it would continue stubbornly until the door was opened. The old sea dog frowned and said:

"In this weather, who would come to the bar? Even if it was for accommodation, it would be a bit late."

A light flashed in Fang Senyan's eyes:

"Speaking of which, they should be coming to find me too."

Then Fang Senyan told 礁石 (Jiao Shi) to open the door. Suddenly, wind and rain poured in through the crack in the door. Fortunately, they had been prepared and put the candles in a sheltered place, but after the wind blew, all the dust in the room surged together, and the remaining vegetable soup and food on the table were definitely inedible.

But at this moment, almost everyone's attention was focused on the person at the door.

This person was a cripple, so he could only crawl on the ground. From the oily and tattered clothes on his body, it could be seen that he was a beggar that could be found in every city.

A dirty, black, and smelly cripple beggar. After the door was opened, he crawled into the hotel with difficulty, with no expression on his face.

It could be seen that this drenched beggar used his arms to support his body. The festering sores on his exposed body were rubbed raw by the sand and stones on the ground, and some places had even been rubbed to reveal the white bones. Moreover, the wounds were covered with a lot of mushy dirt, but he seemed unaware of it. His intact right arm was tightly protecting his chest, as if there was something precious that could not be bumped in the slightest!

"Who... is... sea... man?"

The beggar's mouth suddenly opened and closed, and he said with difficulty:

Fang Senyan said lightly:

"I am."

The beggar stared straight at Fang Senyan, then suddenly his head drooped, and then he died!! Everyone around felt an incomparably strange atmosphere, and the old sea dog frowned:

"Boss, be careful of voodoo black magic."

Fang Senyan waved his hand:

"It's okay, I know what's going on. Strictly speaking, I'm the only one who can help them right now."

At this time, a voice that the pirates were very unfamiliar with, but that Fang Senyan and 礁石 (Jiao Shi) were very familiar with, suddenly came from the beggar's corpse.

"Dudu~~~ellm"ro!.