I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Ready, shoot!"

As soon as Zefa's left hand fell, nearly a hundred flintlock guns fired almost simultaneously. A burst of gray-white smoke floated up on the school grounds, and round metal projectiles shot towards the Sith.

Sith frowned, narrowed his eyes, and took a long breath. All his thoughts sank at this moment. His unique domineering aura of knowledge and knowledge shrouded the surroundings. The handle of the knife in his hand tightened, and the blade was in mid-air. There were patches of cold light, like a curtain of cold rain falling from the sky.

The bullets were very fast, but they were a little slower when they landed in Sith's eyes. The knife in his hand was like lightning, and many bullets were split in half by him before they even landed in front of him.

"Speed ​​up and keep shooting." Zefa continued to instruct the soldiers beside him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yes."

With a response, the soldiers fired faster, hundreds of metal projectiles flying in the air at the same time, frightening the Sith's forehead and back with cold sweat.

Stab it!

The first bullet scratched Sith's cheek, leaving a line of blood, and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke covered his face.

"This bullet is real, this bullet is real, does he want me to die?" Sith roared in his heart.

There are two in every situation. Several bullets roared through the sword curtain and hit his forearm and thigh directly, spattering a few flowers of blood on his body.

Blood dripped, and the painful sensation leaped between his ganglia and reached his brain. His eyes were extremely red.

"Damn."

Sith cursed inwardly and gritted his teeth.

The more pain in his body, the less he wanted to scream. He just grunted and tried his best to swing the knife.

The knife in his hand unknowingly swung faster and faster, even leaving a few afterimages. In his eyes, the world seemed to have turned into a gray patch, and the shadow of the knife and the shadow of the bullet gradually appeared in his pupils. When they overlap, they look like a bunch of black shadows. When the blade brushes against the projectile, the shadow will gradually return to its original appearance. It will be broken into two pieces in mid-air and scattered on the ground.

"This kid."

Seeing this scene, Zefa was a little surprised and speechless for a moment.

With this kind of growth rate, is he really a young man under twenty years old?

Zefa kept questioning himself in his mind, including the navy who was still shooting. Everyone present fell into a daze.

As the navy guarding the island where the navy elite training camp is located, they are not a group of country bumpkins who have never seen the world. Although they are not as good as the trainees in the training camp, they are also elites carefully selected from tens of thousands of troops. The kind who can be a sergeant or corps commander anywhere in the world.

Furthermore, they were stationed in key departments and had not seen much of anything except geniuses. But they had never seen anything like the Sith, at least not in the few years they had been on duty.

The Sith's face was ferocious, and there was only a clang sound, and a gap appeared in the exquisite navy-standard long sword. This weapon seemed to be unable to withstand the huge force of the Sith and began to fall apart.

Zefa nodded with sharp eyes and raised his left hand slightly.

"Okay, let's go here first today."

After saying that, the navy put down their flintlock guns.

In front of them, Sith held the handle of the knife with one hand, and the tip of the knife touched the ground. His whole body was covered in blood. He looked even more terrifying than when he was surrounded by wild beasts yesterday. He was breathing heavily, trembling, and did not fall. His eyes Extraordinarily bright.

He was too tired to speak. His bloodshot eyes were staring at Zefa. The blood spread from his hair to his cheeks. It was unclear whether his expression was happiness, sadness, or anger.

Zefa skillfully lifted his right hand and put it on his shoulder, with a slight smile on his face.

"You are really good today, better than I expected. If you persist, you will definitely surpass Sakaski before you are forty, I promise."

Sith still didn't speak. Now he was not even willing to speak a little. He just lay on Zefa's shoulder and rolled his eyes.

Forty years old?

This is such an ancient number. When he reaches that age, Wang Luffy might really become King Luffy, right? Will there really still be a navy? Where will these two shabby carriages of the world government go?

What happens in the future is really unpredictable.

He could no longer hear what Zefa said. He was too tired. With just a flick of his eyelids, he fell asleep deeply on Zefa's shoulder.

Zefa raised his head slightly and did not continue to speak. He just glanced at the adjutant beside him and asked him to help cover him with clothes. He walked very slowly and very low.

……

dream world.

"Hey, poet, why are you here so early today?"

The missionary sat on a high-backed chair and raised his hand to say hello to the poet Sis. He was the only one around. Winter in Siberia had arrived again. The cold wind was howling outside the house, and it was scary. He had nothing to do, so he naturally fell asleep. morning.

The poet Sis yawned and looked a little tired. He returned the greeting and lay down on the chair to sleep.

This person wants to sleep even though he is still dreaming. This is really amazing.

The preacher pushed the poet Sith's arm, and the scars on his body made him tremble.

"What did you do? Why are you covered in wounds?" The missionary frowned and asked.

The poet Sith was really tired, and his voice was a little low when he answered.

"I'm practicing domineering. Don't worry, with your super power, everything will be fine."

After saying that, snoring came from the dream world.

The missionary sat aside, quietly playing with the scattered playing cards on the table. Today's dream world was surprisingly quiet.

……

An island, by the time Sith woke up again, the sun had already set.

The doctor treated his injury. He moved his wrist twice. The injuries on his body looked quite serious, but they were all flesh injuries. They were beginning to heal. I don’t know what medicine the doctors used. This effect Some are exceptionally good.

There was a person sitting next to his bed, not Zefa, but Zefa's adjutant. There was food left for him on the table, which seemed lighter than at noon.

"Major Sith, you're awake." Seeing Sith wake up, the adjutant smiled gently. A capable person is always worthy of respect, even if he is just a student.

Sith nodded, "Sorry to trouble you."

He was very polite and did not rush to trouble Zefa. He was a really busy man, so how could he spend all his time on him? Besides, he really learned something, and he was so domineering and knowledgeable. It appears to be extremely active, and even the corrosive power of darkness on the outside world has increased a bit.

The adjutant smiled and handed a bowl of porridge from the side.

"Sir Zefa went to deal with the affairs of the elite class and asked me to stay here to take care of you. The doctor said to keep it as light as possible, so you can have some seafood porridge first. You can probably have a normal meal at noon tomorrow. "