Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Sherlock walked on a silver-white passage, flanked on both sides by walls made of densely packed steel boxes.

Afro in the control room looked at Sherlock showing a smiling face in the surveillance camera and waving to him, and suddenly felt a chill running down his spine: "I'm actually following you."

Suddenly, the boxes around the passage opened, releasing purple gas.

Sherlock took out the gas mask from his satchel and put it on his head.

"Damn it, no one carries a gas mask with them?!"

The red-haired afro roared in the control room, and his voice could be transmitted to any part of the octopus monster's body through the phone bug.

"When you go out, you should bring your equipment with you. You might need it one day."

Sherlock's voice was thick with the gas mask.

Afro sneered twice: "Okay, let you try this!"

Sherlock's feet were in the air and he fell directly into the trap set by the explosive head.

Sliding down the tunnel, he fell heavily to the ground.

His buttocks were burning. If it were Xia Ming in the past, his hemorrhoids would probably have burst. Fortunately, Houston's body did not have terrible hemorrhoids.

Sherlock took out a searchlight, and the light illuminated the dark space.

After making sure there was no gas around him, he took off the gas mask and put it back in his backpack.

This seems to be a garbage dump in the belly of the octopus monster, with all kinds of domestic garbage piled up and stinky stagnant water.

"Hahaha."

When Afro saw Sherlock deflated, he suddenly laughed, thinking that the octopus machine that had just cracked was definitely struck by lightning, not the insignificant-looking human being in front of him.

"Just give it to my pet as food. It came to the East China Sea with me and has been hungry for several days."

Sherlock suddenly heard the roar of the beast.

He slowly turned around and saw an adult tiger with golden hair.

The tiger had a strong body and sharp eyes, looking directly at Sherlock.

It first showed off its sharp claws and scratched the steel garbage in front of it, giving Sherlock a showdown.

Then, it jumped up and pushed Sherlock to the ground with a tiger pounce.

The red afro looked at the picture on the surveillance camera and laughed again:

"With this little ability, you still dare to resist my uncle's revenge plan. Hahaha, just die in peace! Let me hear your screams, it must be the most beautiful music!"

Afro raised the corners of his mouth and turned his chair proudly. After waiting for a moment, he didn't hear Sherlock's scream.

He moved closer to the surveillance screen and was instantly petrified.

The golden tiger not only did not bite Sherlock, but let Sherlock ride on its back.

Afro-head has raised this golden tiger for five years without receiving such treatment. I don’t know what tricks this white-faced man used to actually let him ride.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Afro roared, "Xiao Jin, you actually betrayed me!"

The golden tiger completely ignored its owner's roar and raised its big head, hoping to receive Sherlock's refreshing touch again.

Sherlock ordered: "Take me to the control room."

Jinhu howled and ran towards the control room with Sherlock. This state was like that of a loyal dog, Hachiko.

Afro was completely angry: "Xiao Jin, you disappoint me so much, okay, let you try this!"

He pressed the red button on the console.

The giant octopus begins to suck in the seawater, which rushes directly into the area where Sherlock is.

Sherlock was instantly swallowed up by the sea water. Since activating the blessing, apart from feeling uncomfortable with water in his ears, he no longer has the embarrassment of being unable to use his abilities. It didn't take long for him to swim ashore, letting Jin Hu lead the way, along the steel corridor toward the Walking towards the octopus monster's belly, it was in the direction of the control room.

Explosive Head pressed the switch and directly opened the door to the control room:

"It seems that I have to teach you a lesson personally, you do not know how to live or die! You actually dare to seduce my Xiao Jin, you are dead!"

Sherlock tilted his head and poured out the water in his ears.

Jin Hu had already brought him to the control room, looking cute and cute, and even wagging his tail.

Sherlock patted Jin Hu's head to indicate that it was doing well. Jin Hu's eyes were bright and he looked at him excitedly. He even stuck out his tongue and made a hahaha sound.

This character is so doggy.

The red-haired Afro felt betrayed again, and his heart was in turmoil.

He raised his hand, and the palm split open, turning directly into a Gatling gun, firing at Sherlock.

"Everyone who hinders my revenge will die! Hahahaha."

The red-haired afro's emotions fluctuated greatly. One second he was angry because of his pet's betrayal, and the next second he was excited about killing.

Sherlock felt that he was suffering from obvious mania.

Bullets came like a torrential rain, Sherlock's ghostly figure cleverly avoided, quickly pulled out the revolver, loaded the bullet, and pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang —

The silver bullet hit the explosive head and made a crisp sound.

He took off his coat, revealing his steel body: "Hahaha, you can't believe it, I am a reformer!"

"From the French family?"

Sherlock asked curiously.

The red-haired afro was stunned for a moment: "Hahaha, Franky? Are you talking about Carter Flame? That scum is my senior brother, and I am Tom's best disciple, Wrightson."

"Wrightson, a South Sea pirate, with a bounty of 6000 million Baileys."

When Sherlock heard his name, he immediately thought of his bounty.

"Hahaha, am I already so famous? Have people in the East China Sea heard of me?"

Wrightson is very proud. 6000 million Baileys is already considered a big pirate.

Wrightson has a dazzling afro, wearing a floral shirt and a pair of red and yellow pants, with a pair of frog glasses hanging around his neck, wearing flip-flops, and a cigarette in his mouth, looking cynical look like.

His hands can turn into Gatling guns, blasting Sherlock wildly.

Sherlock has complete control over Houston's body and his abilities. In addition, he has practiced escaping for many years, allowing him to capture the trajectory of bullets and swim in the hail of bullets. This is why he can survive under the siege of many bounty hunters. s reason.

The bullets left a series of holes in the wall of the control room.

Wrightson saw that Sherlock was unscathed after fighting for so long, and his self-esteem was greatly damaged. He combined his hands, and the mechanical arm deformed to form a cannon.

"Come and try this, the super electric cannon!"

When the golden tiger saw Wrightson using this move, he immediately hid, as if he had a serious psychological shadow over this move.

Sherlock didn't wait for Wrightson to charge up and fire. He quickly rushed in front of him and knocked Wrightson to the ground with a straight uppercut.

Of course, Sherlock still had reservations. He just wanted to see how much this red afro weighed.

One of Wrightson's front teeth was knocked out, but his body had a wonderful experience.

Wrightson looked at Sherlock in disbelief, he was obviously a man!

Is there no problem with my sexual orientation? Why does it feel so good to be punched by him? It's like eating a pile of chocolate cakes, and the air is filled with sweet fragrance.

"I'm in fucking love!"

Wrightson roared angrily and jumped up, ready to give Sherlock a love cannon too.

Sherlock swept his legs and knocked him down again.

Immediately, Sherlock swung his iron fist continuously, hitting his stomach, lower abdomen and thigh respectively.

Wrightson fell to the ground, completely losing his fighting strength.

Sherlock's guess was correct. As expected, only his arms and head had been transformed, while his body and legs were still mortal.

"It feels good, it feels so good."

Wrightson felt as if his body had been hollowed out. His body had obviously suffered huge injuries, but he still felt extremely happy. This feeling was terrible.

Sherlock prepares to give Wrightson the final blow so that he can get a bounty of 4200 million Baileys.

Wrightson picked up the cigarette on the ground, took another puff, and said, "After I die, treat Xiao Jin well."

Sherlock put away his fist. Originally, this punch would hit Wrightson's heart directly, but now, he hesitated.

The golden tiger rushed over, licked its owner, and then looked at Sherlock with pleading eyes.

Sherlock squatted down next to Wrightson, took out a cigarette and lighter from Wrightson's pocket, lit a cigarette, put it to his mouth, and asked slowly:

"What grudge do you have against Dalmatians?"