Pirate Forest

"It's really troublesome to throw them down one by one."

A voice sounded on the sea. He was lamenting about something troublesome, which seemed to be very troublesome.

Everyone turned around and searched for a long time without finding anything, until a mafioso in a suit pointed at a ship not far away and said, "Look there." Everyone looked at it.

The torn and bloody navy coat swayed in the wind, and a pair of white teeth were exposed under a navy seagull hat. His left arm was replaced by a shovel, and the remaining blood on it fell away little by little, and people could even see it emanating from his body. His crazy temperament, which can be destroyed at all costs, like a hyena's madness, has reached the point of being substantial.

"a ha ha ha"

He first bent over and covered his face with his right hand, then uttered the first question, then seemed to ask himself, then seemed to ask others, and finally he ignored it and laughed wildly, as if nothing mattered.

This crazy laughter resounded across the sea, and this terrifying sound could be heard on the surrounding ships.

But no one responded to him, because everyone on these ships was chopped into pieces and fell into a pool of blood, unable to make a sound.

It seems that only the survivors in the sea are left to listen to this terrifying laughter. There is only one person, but it can give people the momentum of thousands of troops. There are dozens of people, but it can give people a sense of loneliness and vulnerability.

"That kind of idiot is willing to block my way." He spread his arms back and leaned back, showing off his muscles under the fireworks of the setting sun. A ferocious and long scar cut from his left shoulder to his right hip bone. This was Bei The only mark Nick left on him.

He just experienced the battle with John a few days ago, and he still can't forget his left arm. It's not pain but shame, a shame that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

He was so proud that he had never been as embarrassed as at that moment in his life, and he felt so helpless that he couldn't even control his own life and death and could only be dominated by others.

So he inserted a shovel into his broken arm and told himself that the pain should never be forgotten. Even after John died, he clearly understood that there were many people stronger than him in the sea.

He could no longer look ahead. He had been thinking about it since he woke up from the ship. When he learned that all his men died in battle, he just remained silent. It had to be said that he felt a little lucky.

For a long time, he could only stay in the happy town, facing the vast sea, listening to others talking about the appearance of those amazing people, and it was impossible not to be moved.

But he could only suppress the throbbing in his heart secretly and try his best to restrain his ambition. He could only do the work that he had been fed up with, and repeat the life of the previous day every day.

Whenever he sees his mother who is ill in bed, the younger brothers who are laughing around him when he wakes up in the morning, or a casual glance at Tarta who is being bullied by a group of bad girls while passing by an alley, all these remind him that he must repay his debt.

Everything outside has nothing to do with him. He can only leave this hometown full of bad memories until the day he pays off his debts.

He had a premonition that something was going to happen when Walt started to be careful with him. Later, he went to the wooden house to meet Johnny as scheduled, and the other party's hypocrisy made him feel more and more disgusted.

He didn't want to face such a bad bastard every day, so he was told to be patient and give in, both in words and in words, but he didn't understand how that idiot Walt and you bastard would have survived if it weren't for his patience and concession. current

He fired, and he was ready to break his peaceful life when he came, but it was not him who started to take action, but his subordinates. Those boys must have noticed it too.

In order to fulfill himself, he shot decisively, and then John's appearance was even more natural. The final result was neither good nor bad. All the people who restrained him left.

Not long ago, he received the news that his mother had died by suicide. The last trace of concern in his heart disappeared, and he had nothing to lose.

When he came to Sisi, Yuri Morgan's subconscious behavior made him very dissatisfied. That bastard actually thought that he needed protection.

Unforgivable, he scratched Morgan's face in anger. At that moment, he found that his shovel seemed to be wrapped with a strange feeling, and even the elements of the natural system could touch it.

Later, Capone's short fat man made him very unhappy, so he wanted to kill him regardless of his serious injuries. It was this amazing momentum that even shocked Morgan and Capone.

After experiencing Morgan's treatment, he felt that his body was full of strength, and his strength exploded again. This was clearly reflected when facing Jacob. He might have been able to defeat Jacob before, but it would never be that easy. .

The battle with Benik not long ago was his first hearty battle since John. When he cut off Benik's fingers with a shovel, he understood that John was no longer his opponent.

Even though Benik was very powerful and could leave such a long scar on his body, there was still a feeling of unfinished business, and he could never achieve the pleasure of trying his best when facing John.

He needs a stronger opponent, an opponent stronger than Benik, and more opponents. He feels that he still has room to grow.

"Get out of here"

He shouted with all his strength, declaring war on the captains, party leaders and colonels

The dozens of people on the sea have never been looked at by him once from beginning to end. What he needs now is a gluttonous meal, not some shrimps and small fish.

puff

Round and full bubbles came out of the water one after another. Even though they could understand that Vic looked down on him and others, they still felt unavoidable fear in their hearts and dived away one after another.

In the process, they inevitably got separated. After the long-haired man surfaced, he looked back and saw that only the few guys who had abandoned him repeatedly at the beginning were left.

He felt a little disappointed in his heart. He was the one who started the trend but it was Vic who ended it. He was not in control of the process, but he still inevitably missed the feeling of being surrounded and trusted by others.

Several people looked at each other and sighed. There was nothing they could do. It seemed they could only follow these unreliable bastards.

They had swam in the wrong direction just now. It was not the rear of the coalition forces at the beginning but the enemy ship in the middle. All attacks were concentrated here, but because of those monsters, there was no one around the stolen navy warship now. Someone's boat is gone.

"Those people should be fighting with other people, no one is still here." He was not sure. He couldn't help but swallowed when he thought of those monsters, and turned to look at the busy ships. .