Pirate's Freedom

The waves were roaring, the sea breeze was fierce, and the three-masted sailboat was burning quietly on the endless sea.

Without the noise and noise of humans, the sound of wind and waves is hollow, which makes the silence here even more profound.

Human creations seem to have become part of nature.

Her hair brushed her ears.

A small hand deftly pushed the black hair behind the ear.

There was no more hesitation than a moment.

After looking back, Hancock slowly stepped forward, and at the same time, he looked around cautiously.

What you see.

The empty deck was full of [human traces].

The cracks made by knives and axes were long and narrow, the edges of bullet holes were scorched black, and there were also strange dents left by various unknown weapons. Ship boards were broken and turned up by heavy blows, and occasionally the outline of a human figure could be seen.

The sides, decks, and bulkheads of the ship are painted with bright red graffiti filled with imagination.

Step, click, click, click...

Pool after pool of blood, reflecting the skylight and cloud shadows, was casually trampled by two small brown fur boots.

Then when he lifted his steps again, there was a sticky feeling that sometimes made Hancock frown slightly.

Under the black hard boots—

Far and near, there are large and small pools of blood, some are so thick that they can draw out streaks of blood, and some are so fresh that they cause ripples...

Wow, wow, wow, wow...

The sea breeze blew, and the yellowed canvas danced and changed like fire clouds. The mast, which was gradually burnt to a crisp, could no longer hold up and made a dangerous snapping sound.

creak-

With a slight exertion on his feet, Hancock dodged slightly to one side.

Boom! !

Amid the vibration, the splashing blood steamed into a sweet mist.

Fire clouds rolled in, the mast fell over, and in the choking smoke, black ash splashed with sparks, turning into clouds. The clear and extinguished heavy snow fell, spreading softly on the side of the ship and the deck.

——Scattered firelight, some can ignite the surroundings and expand the intensity of the fire, while others just sink into pools of blood everywhere, disappearing in an instant after a weak "Crack" sound.

A moment later, the middle section of the deck.

Hancock avoided the burning mast. In the steaming hot air, he walked towards the entrance of the cabin, patting the ashes that fell on his shoulders and hair, and small sparks flitted across the corners of his eyes.

A blink of an eye.

The long eyelashes are gently interlaced.

Boom——long——!

The forward deck suddenly bulged upward——

The eyelashes trembled and parted up and down again...

boom! ! !

There was a violent loud roar!

Like a fountain, irregular wooden fragments spurt into the sky.

"Same!!!"

The figure in the black suit flew into the air - rolled - slid down -

In the pool of blood on the ground, long traces were wiped out like a rag, and finally rested at Hancock's feet.

Visible to the naked eye, the unnaturally slender neck was covered with thick finger marks. A pair of bulging eyes protruding from the eye sockets looked at her with his back to Hancock.

Looking away, his long hair swaying, Hancock suddenly turned sideways.

In the light and shadow reflected by the dark blue pupils, a red lead bullet spun and broke through the air. It instantly brushed against the messy and flying hair, and the heat wave caused some hair to curl up.

boom!

Only then did the loud gunshots reach my ears.

His vision changed rapidly, and finally settled——

Amid the lingering gun smoke and rising broken wood splinters, two people of about the same age looked at each other in the narrow gap.

"Shave!" x2

The two figures disappeared at the same time.

……

boom!boom!

Two gunshots rang out, and two bullets missed Hancock's side.

Without hesitation, he threw away the empty pistol and leaned forward sharply.

The two people close to him raised their fists at the same time.

The thoughts in Hancock's mind were like lightning——

Block this attack, dodge the next attack, create a gap during the third attack, and try to counterattack...

the next moment.

A white fist was placed in front of the boy's nose.

The imaginary change of tactics didn't come for a long time, and the idea of ​​​​deducing the sixth battle suddenly collapsed. When he came back to his senses, Hancock was startled.

what happened?

No...dodge? !

In a blink of an eye.

"razor!!"

The boy with cold sweat on his forehead quickly backed away.

……

Rob Lucci, 11, and Boya Hancock, 12.

In the intensifying turbulence of the times caused by Tata Tot, the little ones whose destiny was slightly changed grew up at a faster speed in the suitable [soil].

but--

The name of genius resounded throughout the intelligence agencies, and the boy who had gradually risen to prominence suddenly encountered someone higher than him.

……

A sharp trajectory was drawn over the stationary Hancock.

"Finger Spear Lotus!!"

Rob Luqi turned back as if facing a formidable enemy. He quickly moved out and retracted his bent index finger, concentrating on changing his position up, down, left, and right.

The extremely threatening high-speed continuous attacks turned into countless afterimages, stabbing Hancock at unpredictable directions and angles.

However, in front of him, Hancock was still a little stunned.

Speed, sluggishness.

Strength, insufficient.

The timing... was full of mistakes.

There was no need to think about anything, the body started to move on its own, naturally swimming in the dense rain of attacks.

After experiencing successive encounters and facing strong men like Bartholomew Bear and Stussy, Hancock's increasingly tense body suddenly relaxed.

The obvious difference in levels is like suddenly coming to the surface after holding your breath for a long time, and the feeling of pleasure is uncontrollable.

One thought after another flashed through me.

it's wired? !

how come? !

joke? !

——So weak.

From a condescending perspective, she couldn't help but have an idea that she had never had before and that surprised herself -

So weak...why...

Still want to fight?

When they looked at each other, Rob Lucci understood the look in her eyes.

——[Weak]

The cold eyes of the boy who advocated necessary evil, pursued dark justice, and sinned against weakness began to shake violently.

"Lanjiao Bird!!"

Clenching his teeth, tightening his ankles, and twisting his muscles like steel wires, Rob Lucci kicked out the [Land Kick] with all his strength, and the bird-like vacuum slash struck Hancock rapidly.

On the other side, a CP9 jumped high and cooperated with him to block Hancock's dodge direction, spinning and kicking him down from top to bottom.

"Shave!!" x2

Not far behind, the flickering figures left two long traces, and two other people were also running towards them.

Faced with Hancock, the uninvited guest who disrupted the plan, people from the other side of the battlefield surrounded and killed him.

"Finger the gun—"

When the vacuum slash was close at hand, and the right leg he kicked down was close to his forehead, Hancock still had time to tilt his head slightly, recalling Rob Lucci's move just now, and thought briefly.

"lotus!"

The white index finger was bent instantly, and a [finger gun] of a completely different level was fired like a high-speed machine gun cross-firing.

Countless afterimages stirred the air in front of him into a dense white mist, and the vacuum slash that disappeared into it disappeared without a trace. His right leg kicked in the air shattered from the heel, and the pale bones flew around like bullets.

next moment.

Before the severe pain of losing his right leg was transmitted to the brain through the nerves, an index finger pressed through his tense muscles like tofu, and lightly poked a hole in his heart.

Just as they were approaching, two figures suddenly realized something was wrong and were about to rise into the air——

Smooth and deadly attacks followed.

Before the figure on the left jumped up.

——Hancock, who was in the air, pressed his head with his right hand and twisted his wrist 180 degrees with a 'click' sound.

On the other side, the figure on the right.

——Having taken in all the rapidly changing expressions on his face, Hancock turned his body over naturally, easily, and stabbed his throat with his toes as if he were trying to retrieve something from a bag.

Falling to the ground quietly, Hancock stared at his hands in concentration.

Behind her, the man holding his throat struggled painfully amidst the sound of 'ho ho'. The figure with the back of his head forward froze on the spot for a moment before his knees softened and he knelt down with a 'plop'.

In front of Hancock, Rob Lucci, who was on full alert, remained motionless.

"Haha...haha...haha..."

He couldn't stop breathing heavily.

It's not because of physical exhaustion.

But -

Existing like air, never cared about by its owner, the thing called [Talent] suddenly became so thin that it became suffocating.

The calm state of mind that I tried to maintain was destroyed by the expanding waves.

Under the huge pressure, I couldn't stop my heart from churning.

An idea suddenly appeared - monsters.

just like--

The kind of huge shadow that flashes across the sea.

He glimpsed the dark depths of the sea...

【monster】……