Violent Wolf's Pirate Career

Chapter 1 The Daily Life of Zombies

"One two three, one two three, pull me!"

An orangutan zombie standing on a rock shouted loudly, and then the strangely shaped zombies pulled the cable together, dragging a cargo ship ashore.

Then the zombies dispersed in a rush, all rushed aboard, and began to search for gold and silver treasures. Some zombies even started to wreak havoc with axes and sledgehammers, but no one on board came out to stop them, because the crew of the ship had already They were all sent to the castle in the center of the island to meet the owner here.

This is the Devil's Triangle, the territory of the Seven Martial Sea Moonlight Moriah under the king - the terrifying three-masted sailing ship, and the magic fog that never disperses shrouds it. If there is no luck and strength, no one can easily leave here. .

Tuf also rushed onto the boat with the zombies. He woke up inexplicably in the forest, but because of his tattered clothes, he was regarded as the same kind by the zombies. After he saw Moonlight Moriah, he understood what kind of world this is, and there is no such thing as safety here. If you want to live here, you must have a bigger world than others. fists, or a stronger body.

Tuf hurriedly ran around in the ship's cabin, opening one door after another, trying to find a chart or gunpowder or something like that, he stopped in front of a door that looked very thick.

"It looks like this should be the captain's cabin. God bless, there must be some good things! There is not even a newspaper in this place that doesn't shit."

After complaining about the harsh environment here, Tuf spit on the palm of his hand twice, swung the ax in his hand, and slashed towards the gate. After swiping more than a dozen axes, he finally cut a gap.

"Go away for me!"

Tuf was pushed aside by the huge force behind him, and his head hit the wall. He rubbed it several times in pain. Tuf looked towards the door dissatisfied. A muscular zombie over two meters tall was standing there. There.

"Everything in here is mine! No one wants to snatch it from me!"

Excitedly, the zombie picked up the ax and slashed towards the gate. He didn't even look at Tuf, but Tuf wasn't angry. He sat cross-legged and watched the zombie working hard. This kind of thing has already happened. Many times, there is no one here who will calmly reason with you. The basic etiquette here is to strike first and then talk. Tuf has become accustomed to it. He touched the pistol in his arms and forgave it in his heart. This rude big man.

This zombie's head is not good, but it is quite strong. It smashed the door in a short while. It rushed in, holding an ax and smashed wildly, smashing all the furniture in the room, and then Throwing away the axe, lying directly on the ground, stuffing the scattered gold, silver and treasures into his arms one by one.

"Snapped!"

With a gunshot, the zombie fell limply on the ground. Tuf put away the pistol, took out a kettle from his arms, and directly poured the sea water inside on the zombie who couldn't stand up because of the salt bomb. The zombie twitched a few times. Next, a black shadow flew out of him.

Originally, Tufu was unwilling to do anything. One more thing is worse than one less thing. After all, he is just an ordinary person. If he jumped too much, he would be easily beaten to death, but he seemed to have seen something just now. If he read it correctly, he would risk it It was worth the risk, Tuf walked up to the scattered treasures, and lifted the jewels away with his hands, revealing what was under pressure.

"Sure enough, I'm not mistaken, this is—a devil fruit!"

Tuf held the fruit with strange patterns in his hands, and his breathing became short of breath. What could be more precious than this?As long as I eat this fruit, I can instantly have power beyond ordinary people. Although my predecessors looked down on these things, but now I have to spend a lot of effort even to split a wooden door, let alone hold a sword. I'm going to kill someone, although it is said that hand-to-hand combat is a man's romance, but I am wearing clothes!There is no such thing as the ability to become stronger just by exercising, and there is no domineering arrogance to stare at someone who is pregnant. I have no right to choose, and everything has been doomed from the beginning.

Tuf bit it fiercely, was stunned for a moment, and then began to gobble it up.

"Fortunately, the taste of this thing has nothing to do with shit. Compared with preserved eggs, it's a piece of cake!"

It didn't take long for Tuf to stuff the last bite into his mouth and swallowed hard.

"Little dwarf, what are you doing? Get out of here and go to work."

The orangutan leader stood at the door and yelled loudly.Tuf was also taken aback and almost choked to death here.

"Huh?" At this moment, the orangutan saw the muscular man lying on the ground, and felt that something was wrong.

"What's wrong with this guy, did you do it, bastard?"

The orangutan leader pulled out the mace behind him, looked at Tuf with a fierce look in his eyes.

"No matter what you did, come with me to see General Kulala, and let the general judge you."

"Okay, boss, don't be so nervous."

Tuf raised his hands, turned around slowly, suddenly hesitated, why did he raise his hand, and it didn't hold a gun. Thinking of this, Tuf put down his hands in shame. Watching too many gangster movies has become a subconscious reaction.

"This idiot is fine. He just slipped his foot and fell down, lying on the ground and couldn't get up. If you don't believe me, you can come and take a look." Tufu replied, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

"Oh—so that's the case. It seems that I blamed you wrongly." After saying that, the orangutan zombie stuffed the mace behind his back and walked over with a smile, but it could chew Tuf's head off in one bite. A big mouth is not friendly.

When the leader of the orangutan came to the front and lowered his head to check the situation, Tuf quickly reached into his arms, ready to draw a gun and shoot it in the head.

A sharp whistling sound suddenly came from his ears, and from the corner of Tuf's eyes, he saw that the orangutan leader had turned around at some point and swung his fist at him, but he himself didn't even touch the gun.

As a matter of course, Tuf was punched flying and fell hard to the floor.

"I have long thought that there is something wrong with you. Among us zombies, there are strong and weak ones, but you are also too weak. You are just like an ordinary person. You are not a zombie! Tell me honestly, who are you? ! Who sent you here?" The orangutan asked as he pulled out the mace behind him.

Seeing Tuf lying motionless on the ground, the orangutan taunted, "Hey, hey, you're dead! I haven't used much strength yet."

"Hey, hey, it's a foul, a small character who doesn't even have a name is so powerful, how did my seniors get along so well?" Tufu struggled to sit up, and couldn't help complaining. .

"I can't help it. I can only hope that my fruit ability is combat-type. Otherwise, I won't even be able to get out of the novice area." He began to try to activate his fruit ability to see if he could save his life.

(End of this chapter)