Pirate: Crazy Devil Vic

Vic took in all this and looked as if he was unaware of it.

Crick didn't put on any airs at all and smiled after taking a closer look.

"Ever since I learned about your name, Vic, I have been very attracted to you. I know that you are definitely not comparable to those ordinary guys outside. As long as we join forces, our strength will definitely reach a higher level. Don't say anything then. It’s just the East China Sea, and even the great sea route is open to us!”

He observed Vic's expression calmly, "Since you followed here, you should have already made a choice. It won't take long for you to know how wise your decision is! Now that we have become pirates, how can we Wasting away in the East China Sea until death?! Naturally, we should compete with the heroes of the world to see who is the strongest!"

Vic also recognized Crick's views. He had long known that Crick was an ambitious man, and ambition meant having big ambitions.

Although this man's methods are despicable, his extraordinary life goals are far better than most pirates.

The recognition and approval on Vic's face were not disguises. He smiled and pretended not to see the flaws in the expressions of several cadres behind Creek.

While leading Vic and his group to the banquet hall, Creek said:

"I've prepared delicious food and wine. You're welcome. We are all on our own now. Let's have a banquet to celebrate the joining of Vice Captain Vic!"

When the surrounding pirates heard Creek's announcement, they all shouted loudly, howled and raised their arms in cheers. After a while, the bonfire was lit, the fragrant barbecue was sizzling with oil, and there were also the voices of girls. The entire island seemed to be enveloped in the smell of alcohol.

Needless to say, there is no need to say much about the liveliness outside, and the atmosphere inside is even more lively. The banquet is full of wine and meat, everyone is enjoying themselves, and there is also a dancing girl as a companion.

All of this was just a normal performance by an ordinary pirate group. Not long ago, the atmosphere at the table gradually became weird.

Most of the pirates are still as usual, but they are inevitably a little hostile to Vic and the others for various reasons, and they cannot yet treat them as companions.

But Creek and some other cadres looked at Vick repeatedly and calmly, their eyes full of joking and ill-intentioned looks, as if they were expecting something to happen.

Gradually, they became less calm and became a little anxious, because things did not go as they planned.

When Creek was feeling anxious, he discovered that his prey on the mat, the fat sheep named Vic, had stopped moving at some point and looked at him with a half-smile.

Creek had something bad in his mind, and the oil lampman Madiman next to him was the first to react. Without hesitation, he picked up the gun he had kept at hand, pointed the muzzle into the air and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The piercing gunfire sounded, and the entire scene seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and the pirates stopped their actions one after another.

Those women who still didn't understand why seemed to be used to this kind of scene. They didn't scream at all and immediately shut their mouths. They were either lying on the ground and trying their best to move their bodies down, or they were quietly shrinking back. Minimize your presence as much as possible.

The stalemate lasted only a moment. The cadres in the front seats had their guns pointed at Vick, and they already had weapons in their hands.

Others were stunned for a moment and then raised their weapons one after another. They understood that this was another hunt. Although they were dissatisfied with not being notified in advance, they still followed the steps of the boss's cronies.

Some smart cadres had already taken a few people close to them, walked around behind Vic and the others, and surrounded them.

Vic was originally placed close to the Creek, surrounded by almost all cadres. The euphemistic name was to make everyone familiar with him as soon as possible, which also showed Vic's status.

After experiencing the pirate version of "breaking a cup into a trumpet", Vic is now easily surrounded and seems to be doomed.

It stands to reason that such an arrangement can be called quick action among pirates who have always been unorganized and disciplined, but Creek didn't seem to be satisfied. He frowned and signaled to the staff officer next to him with his eyes.

The oil lamp-headed staff officer Madiman immediately understood the leader's intention and whispered a few words to the confidant beside him, and the man immediately trotted out of the hall.

Vic watched the other party's performance from beginning to end, without any intention of blocking it. In this stalemate atmosphere, no matter how slow the people present were, they noticed that something was wrong with the situation.

Logically speaking, the Creek leader was about to give the order to take action at this time. Could it be that there was an accident?

Everyone looked at the leader, Creek, hoping that the other party could give them an explanation or at least an order.

Creek was a little unsure at this time, and he ignored everyone's looks.

After a while, there was a sound of panicked footsteps at the door, and the pirate who had just been sent out to investigate by the staff staggered in, with a look of panic on his face and fear in his eyes.

Seeing this situation, Creek already knew something was wrong, but the man still stammered and couldn't explain clearly.

"All, all..."

He made a murmuring sound, as if he didn't know how to describe what he saw outside.

In fact, there was no need to listen to what he said anymore. Creek now had a bad premonition that the entire army he had surrounded here might have been wiped out.

But he is not depressed. Those are just insurance measures. The minions can have as many as they want. As long as he can win, these losses are not worth mentioning.

Moreover, the higher combat power in the pirate group is now gathered here, and he is not afraid of the opponent.

At this moment, there were screams of exclamation one after another in the house. When he heard the sound, Creek went to look and saw a white mass at the door of the house, and something was squirming forward.

The pirate who reported the news was originally at the door. At this time, the white substance had moved behind him, but he didn't know anything about it.

Seeing everyone looking behind him in surprise, he belatedly turned around to look. In desperation, he unfortunately fell to the ground with his left foot and right foot, but he did not dare to stop at all. The moment he saw clearly, Use your hands and feet to rub back.

The white thing followed him leisurely, as if teasing, and after a while, it pounced on his body with lingering interest.

For a moment, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away. There was a look of despair in the pirate's eyes. He couldn't even move his fingers and wanted to beg for mercy, but he could only make a "ho ho" sound in his throat.

The white substance covered most of his body in a matter of seconds. At this time, all the pirates in the hall were attracted by this strange scene, and their faces immediately turned frightened.

Probably because the exposed skin of the pirate covered by this strange white substance quickly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually turned gray, as if his life had been sucked out, and he had lost his breath.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.