Pirate Forest

The shallow consciousness slowly escaped from the darkness, and the various functions of the body began to slowly recover. The fingers touched slightly, and the eyes opened little by little. net

What he saw was a ceiling made of wood. His vision gradually recovered and he began to struggle to look into the distance. The room was not very big but it was warm, the air was fresh, and the surroundings were cleaned very clean.

When his head could move left and right, he noticed Shkin and Mikil lying on his left and right respectively. Only then did he realize that he was lying on a big bed with a thick blanket covering him.

He breathed a sigh of relief when his fingers crossed his waist, his gun was still there.

crunch

The people in the room were gently pushed away, and a fat figure walked over cautiously. Morgan did not pretend to be asleep and kept a sitting up position. He looked directly at the "savior" who came towards him.

"You're awake, are you okay?" Tatata's voice was full of surprise, and she looked at their thin bodies nervously.

Morgan smiled reluctantly, "It's okay, thank you for saving us."

"I just did what I should do, it's nothing." Tata touched the back of his head sheepishly.

"No, that's not the case at all. There are too few people who can do what they should do. I think you must be a person of high moral character." Morgan looked at him firmly.

"Really? Is that so? Very few people will praise me. Thank you for your compliment." Morgan could hear that Tarta was sincerely happy. He was still hesitant to ask where his gun was.

"We should thank you. We will leave here when they two wake up. If you need anything, you can tell us and we will try our best to repay you." Morgan said eagerly.

Tata shook his head, "I'm very happy and don't need extra pay. You don't have to leave in a hurry. Seeing as you are so weak, you must have been hungry at the sea for many days. Why not fill your stomach first and prepare."

"This..." Morgan hesitated. I don't know if their identities were rewarded by the navy. It would be a disaster if they became wanted criminals.

Seeing Morgan's worried look, Tarta paused for a few seconds and said, "My mother said that the biggest thing in the world is food."

Morgan vaguely thought of being forgotten by the sea under the vicious sunshine. The feeling of hunger and heat coexisting really made people want to commit suicide. "That would be troublesome."

Tarta smiled happily, "No, just rest peacefully. My mother's cooking is delicious." He gently closed the door and left.

Lying on the soft and comfortable big bed, it was as if nothing happened yesterday. Thinking of Tarta's innocence, Morgan murmured, "Children who don't know the cause of nightmares are so happy!"

Tarta walked out of the room and went to the kitchen on the first floor. He picked up a dinner plate from the dining table, walked into the hot pot and gently handed it to a tall and thin woman. 35xs

That's his mother.

"Are those children awake?" Tata's mother is an intellectual woman with beautiful long hair, and her expression is as gentle as Tata's.

Tata took the handle of the pot and shook the spoon skillfully a few times, then put the dishes on the table and brought them to the dining table. "One person woke up. He didn't seem to be in any serious condition, but he looked a little hungry."

The mother smiled gently and looked at the chubby tarts gently, "Then we have to speed up so that they can regain their strength!"

"Yeah." Tata nodded firmly.

"Come on!"

………………

In a sewer in a small town.

Snapped!

The beautiful girl who had humiliated Tarta during the day held her red cheeks in disbelief, and pointed a trembling hand at the man with yellow hair in front of her, "How dare you hit me! Do you know..."

Snapped!

Another loud slap hit the girl's soft mouth, and bright red blood dripped down little by little. She and the yellow-haired man were surrounded by a group of bad guys with various tattoos and colorful clothes.

She pointed at the yellow-haired man and then at the others in horror, trembling and huddled together, "No, don't come over, I'm Tony's woman!"

Bang bang bang! ! ! ! !

Ahhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! The men around them howled like beasts, they loved the girl's pain.

The yellow-haired man seemed to be unable to bear the girl's chirping voice. He plucked his ears and turned his head, "It's so noisy. Hey, go get his husband here."

A short-haired man in the crowd put out his unfinished cigarette, walked a few steps back and pulled out an iron chain from the foul-smelling sewage.

call! call! call! ……

Tony, who had been beaten with a bruised nose and face, was breathing heavily as soon as he landed on the beach. Black hair came out of his nose and mouth and he didn't know whose it belonged to. The joints of his limbs were smashed to pieces with blunt objects.

Tony, who was still full of energy during the day, was picked up like a dead dog. His whole body was wet and smelled of garbage. There were leftover vegetable leaves and rice hanging on his head.

Without giving him a chance to rest, he dragged Tony along the chain and rubbed it all the way on the ground. With a powerful swing, Tony was thrown completely onto the girl. 35xs

The girl covering her red and swollen cheeks lowered her head, not daring to take another look at the evil people around her. Suddenly she leaned back, smelling a suffocating stench on the tip of her nose, and touched thick liquid with her fingers.

In a panic, she pushed Tony down, stood up and tried to run away. The helpless Tony fell heavily to the ground. The men around him stood still and let her run around. When she got close, they raised and lowered their hands, blowing naughty words. Whistle, she could only hold her head and cry but squatted there helplessly.

"This young lady is really nice!"

"Yes! The voice is very nice. Let's shout again and listen! Hahaha!"

"You see she pushed her husband."

"She is a bad woman."

The yellow-haired man who was watching all this suddenly walked over, and the others stopped immediately. He walked to the girl, grabbed the long hair that the girl was usually proud of, and lifted it up.

Punch after punch, the girl was beaten into a pig's head before she could react. Big bloated bumps covered her originally delicate and beautiful face, and tears, saliva and urine flowed down involuntarily.

"You said that fat looks are disgusting, right?" The yellow-haired man was talking to himself, but the girl in his hand was speechless and completely unconscious.

After releasing his right hand, the girl collapsed to the ground as if she was boneless. The yellow-haired man came to Tony again, stepped on his head with his foot, and rubbed hard little by little.

"Uh-huh..." Tony, who was about to lose consciousness, was rudely awakened and couldn't help spitting out a big mouthful of sewage. There were also chewed apple cores, rotten fish, green bread, etc. Rubbish.

"You said you didn't care what he said at all, and you asked him to wash the bib his mother gave him and wait for you to trample on him together, right?" Tony didn't listen to what he was saying at all.

He knelt on the sticky sewer floor, covered his chest and painfully used his fingers to pull out the garbage still in his chest. God knows how much he had swallowed.

"Vic, Johnny's phone number." The short-haired man came over and handed him a phone.

Brubru...

"Moses, Moses, I'm Vic, okay, I'll be there as soon as I know." Vic said and walked out without looking at the two of them.

Boom!

Just when the two people's nervous hearts breathed a sigh of relief, and when they wanted to crowd in the direction of each other to comfort each other and themselves, two bullets simply penetrated their foreheads.

The scene suddenly freezes at this moment. The people behind him are laughing and surrounding Vic. His head hits the green muddy floor hard, twitching and trying to say something.

They don’t even know why they were arrested

Why torture them

Why kill them?

What's wrong with them

As for Tarta, that is just the object of their teasing and teasing, a game when they are bored, who would care about such a joke

………………

There is a blue hut on the edge of the town. In front of it is the dock that transports a large amount of food, wine, fruit and other things every day. The town does not produce these things and can only rely on merchant ships for trade.

Of course, the town also has something to offer, that is, cotton and ramie, which are the main raw materials for making cotton and linen. Cotton can make many high-quality clothes.

Underwear and shirts made from it are comfortable and warm, and have excellent properties such as moisture absorption, breathability, and easy processing. Many middle-class families wear cotton clothes.

Linen is more suitable for poor people who have no money. It is breathable, conducts heat and has excellent hardness and can be worn for a long time. Mikel and Shikin wear clothes made of linen. Morgan usually goes out and is sent to do some things by pirates. In addition, he will also wear linen clothes.

The clothes made from this stuff are uncomfortable and far less comfortable than cotton. They are very rough and stiff. Wearing them for a long time will cause the skin to be worn and painful and uncomfortable. They are usually worn by slaves, criminals and poor people.

There was only one wooden table in the hut, with two men sitting on it, and five or six boys standing behind them. An oil lamp in the center of the table supported the light of the entire room, and the yellowish light only illuminated the two sitting men. On one's face.

One of the people sitting was Vic, and opposite him was a shirtless bald man. He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook it, and handed it to the bald man.

The other party smiled and took Vic's eyes. The younger brother behind him bent down and lit the cigarette butt. He took a long puff and the cigarette was completely burned to the naked eye.

"Don't be so outspoken, Vic. We are all brothers, why do you need to be so grand? We are not the mafia." The bald man smiled with a smile on his face.

"Brother Johnny, don't you care about your life? There are a lot of people standing outside the door, right?" Vic pointed out the other person's hypocrisy without hesitation.

"There's nothing I can do about it, I'm afraid of death." Johnny was still smiling and didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"But I'm afraid of death, and I have to talk to you for the sake of my brother." Suddenly Johnny's expression changed and he said confidently.

"Thank you so much, Brother Johnny." Vic didn't catch a cold at all and replied very coldly.

"It's easy to say, brother, you have been killing everyone recently. The business of the entire four streets in the east of the town is yours. It's so majestic!" As he said this, he and the younger brother behind him applauded, and he raised a flag at Vic. Thumbs up.

"But I heard that Walter from the west dared to be disrespectful to you. What a coward! I couldn't stand it anymore. I called a few brothers to get the guy and rushed towards his lair." There was a snap. He stood up abruptly and walked around Vic.

"It wasn't until I arrived that I realized it was all a misunderstanding! Walter never said anything bad about you. It was just a villain who deliberately spread the news and wanted you to start a fight and reap the benefits." He walked behind Vic, Looking down, Vic still sat motionless in his position.

"So I said don't worry. I made it clear to Vic and my brother that there will never be a fight, don't you think so?" Johnny leaned forward and looked at Vic carefully when he returned to his seat.

"Of course, thank you, Brother Johnny!" Vic raised his head and grinned back in a big curve.

Johnny on the opposite side was obviously stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered and laughed a few times, "That's good, that's good, I said Brother Vic won't...ah!"

Boom boom boom! ! ! ! !

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a stinging pain in his stomach. He lowered his head reluctantly and saw a dark object stabbed into his stomach. A large amount of blood flowed out of his bloated belly. The younger brother behind him was shot to death before he could even draw his gun. .

Vic narrowed his eyes, and the bright red laugh at the corner of his mouth had not disappeared. His right hand under the table held the handle and pushed forward hard. Johnny couldn't help but scream, twisting his right hand up and down, and the iron head on the other end Like breaking up a piece of fat.

"Ahhhh!!!!!!" The shrill and horrifying screams stimulated the hearts of every living person in the room and outside. Johnny in the room used the weak light to see his bloody intestines sliding out little by little. .

His face was pale and he was sweating profusely as he tried to stuff his intestines back in with his hands. He closed his eyes and prayed secretly. His fingers slowly slid down and suddenly he touched a sharp black metal. His whole guts felt like they were exploding. Open your mouth wide and want to scream.

Boom!

The black muzzle of a pistol was pointed at Johnny's open throat. Blood instantly spread all over the wall. His body leaned back and fell to the ground along with the chair. His intestines suddenly stretched out.

"Go to hell, you bastard!"