Pirate Spring Fruit

"Boss, are you kidding, right?" Mu Lei pointed at the cannon in front of her with trembling hands.

Bellamy and his party pushed a large cart and walked for three full days before arriving at Blackfish Falls.

As soon as he arrived, Bellamy immediately opened the tarpaulin covering the car, took out the cannon and was about to fire.

Shoot who?Shoot yourself.

"Prepare to charge and shoot at me." When he said this, Bellamy's expression was extremely ferocious.

He was preparing to be cruel. He couldn't even learn paper drawing, and his progress in comprehending the six movements was slowed down. How could this be allowed?

"Stop joking, you will die if you are shot at such a close range!"

Even if he learned how to use iron blocks, he would still vomit three liters of blood if he was hit by a cannon.

If the cannonball exploded in the stomach, the internal organs would definitely burst.

If he was shot in the head, it would be impossible to be killed on the spot.

"Shut up, everyone." Bellamy patted the rusty cannon.

I don’t know where he found this antique.

"I'll go first, then Drake, then Roshi."

"You two haven't even learned how to make iron, so just wait."

Upon hearing this, the two ladies breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Shi swallowed hard, "Boss, how about I take it easy first?"

"Shut up!" Staring at him fiercely, Belamira drove the tarpaulin and moved out a large box of artillery shells.

"I spent all my money to buy this cannon and 300 rounds of shells."

"Before we go back, these shells must be shot!"

"If you can't finish the shooting, give me the remaining shells to eat."

After speaking, Bellamy pointed at Drake, "You are responsible for firing. Give me three rounds first and let me feel it."

"Yes, Captain."

If you want to say who is the calmest among this group of people, it is undoubtedly Drake.

As a person with ancient animal fruit abilities, in terms of physical strength alone, even Bellamy is weaker than him.

Moreover, Drake's iron block has been developed to an extremely sophisticated level. Even if he is hit with a bullet in the face, it will not kill him.

But if Bellamy's guess about the paper painting is correct, then having too high defense is not a good thing.

After securing the old cannon, Drake expertly inserted a shell into the barrel.

It was obvious that he must have played this before.

"Captain, this guy has some history."

Drake touched the body of the cannon. It was covered with marks of cuts and axes. It was obvious that this cannon had experienced many battles.

"Nonsense, how can the Navy sell us new products?"

This gun was pulled from the black market, so there should be no problem with its quality.

After all, when he bought it, he almost ripped off the black market arms dealer's head.

Come to think of it, the arms dealer shouldn't be joking with his own life.

While talking, Bellamy was already standing in the open space 100 meters away.

"Come on, shoot me."

"Shoot where?"

At such a close distance and still on land, the cannon's accuracy is very high.

Drake would ask him where to shoot, because after aiming, he could really hit the designated location.

Bellamy nodded his head, "Hit me here, you're welcome."

The ammunition had been loaded long ago, and as soon as Bellamy finished speaking, Derek lit the fuse.

"呲呲.."

When the fuse burned, everyone couldn't help but swallow.

"boom."

There was only a loud noise, and a round cannonball flew out of the barrel.

At a mere 100 meters away, in less than a breath, the cannonball had already flown in front of Bellamy.

Seeing this horrific scene, everyone onlookers held their breath, as if the captain's head would be blown to pieces in the next moment.

None of them could imagine what was going on in Bellamy's mind at this moment.

Is it regret or fear?

Anyway, the captain is really crazy.

If the captain survives after a while, he must be persuaded.

This time, we really can't let him do this again.

Just when everyone's thoughts were changing, the cannonball finally collided with Bellamy's head.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Bellamy was instantly knocked out and hit a big rock hard, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

"Captain!" Luo Shi's legs trembled and he ran over quickly.

"Will the captain be okay?" Mia and Mu Lei looked at each other, their eyes full of worry.

Drake, standing behind the cannon, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but quickly held it back.

"Cough cough cough."

After waving his arms a few times to push away the smoke, Bellamy climbed up from the ground in embarrassment.

He took a cannon shot at close range. His right cheek was bruised and swollen, his entire face was blackened by gunpowder, and several of his teeth were lost.

He could feel his skull cracking a little.

If he hadn't been tensing his muscles and holding the iron half open, he might have died just now.

Bellamy knew that this must be the most embarrassing moment since he traveled through time.

But he didn't feel depressed at all.

Because just now, just when the cannonball was about to hit his nose, he caught a strange feeling.

The feeling was so strange that Bellamy couldn't put it into words.

This fuzzy feeling is like how a fish senses the current in the water, or how a bird senses the airflow when flying.

The moment the cannonball was about to hit, he clearly felt that all the cells in his body came alive.

His skin seemed to be breathing and his hairs seemed to be flying.

This feeling cannot be felt at all during ordinary training.

At that moment, time seemed to have stopped.

So, he seized the opportunity and tilted his head, trying to avoid the cannonball.

But after experiencing this feeling for the first time, he was still a step too slow. Just as he tilted his head, the cannonball had already hit his face.

"Almost, just a little bit." But Bellamy had found what he was looking for.

"Drake, don't stop, keep going."

Bellamy covered his bruised face and spat out a mouthful of blood, "It's better to shoot at the head, faster."

It's hard to catch this feeling, but you can't let it run away.

"No, boss!" Bellamy's appearance at this time made Ross frightened.

One side of his face was completely swollen, his mouth was still bleeding, many of his teeth were missing, and he could hardly speak.

He has never seen the boss look so embarrassed.

"Get out of my way." He pushed his younger brother aside casually, "Don't hinder me, Roshi."

"As a follower, you just need to follow my footsteps."

How could they understand that from beginning to end, Bellamy had never had regrets in his heart, let alone fear.

Bellamy knew what he was doing better than anyone.

He knew better than anyone else that if he continued like this, sooner or later he would die on the path of pursuing strength.

But so what, he has become deeply obsessed with this feeling of pursuing power.

This feeling is more enjoyable than smoking DU.