The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

Chapter 510: It’s hard to escape with wings

January 1, "Moore Island" in the North Sea.

"It's all over now"

"Rosinandi, what are you saying that you can't hear? Write it down."

"Swish, swish"

It's okay, I just drank a little too much. The yellow-haired man with clown-like makeup on his right eye and mouth drew clear black and white words on the sketch board: The people who focused their attention here did not see the expression in his eyes. Sad.

"Ha ha"

"Wow, Gaga, you can still write, that means you didn't drink enough."

"Come on, cheers"

In the spacious warehouse of Ding, Ding, the cadres from the Don Quixote family toasted to celebrate again, creating a prosperous and lively scene.

Because they had just made a big batch, and just from the various boxes scattered around, it can be seen how rich the harvest was. At least this operation was worth the family's income for half a year.

After a few rounds of drinking, Rosinandi staggered out of the warehouse on the pretext of urinating. The heavily armed guards outside the door looked at each other with expressions like "You go, you go" on their faces. Expression: Everyone knows the withdrawn character of the man in front of him. Those who come to help him are likely to be rejected by him, or even beaten.

"Ahhh, ahhh"

Before the guards could make a decision, Rosinandi spoke in a speechless voice. Although he couldn't understand what he was saying, but coupled with his random waving arms and drunken expression, it could be seen that He didn't want to be helped.

It's better to pretend not to see it. The guards who made a joint decision chose to turn a blind eye. Rosinandi, who was staggering, gradually walked out of their sight.

After passing through the abandoned garbage heap and looking away from the roof, Rosinandi unzipped his pants. The moment he entered the deserted alley, the confusion in his eyes turned to solemnity, and his rickety body slowly straightened up.

Rosinandi took out the phone bug from his arms. He released the hand holding his nose very humanely and took a big breath. This human being drinks it every day. It really stinks.

Boba, bang, bang, Rosinandi didn't take into account the little mood of the phone bug. He stretched out his finger to the dial button and pressed beep, beep, beep, click.

“fried rice cake”

A sinister tone came out of the microphone. Rosinandi put his hand on his throat and said, "The millet fruit is me."

"Rosinandi, how's it going?"

"The plan went well. The cadres all drank a lot because of the great harvest, and Mr. Sengoku was able to take action."

Rosinandi didn't forget to glance behind him when he called out the other person's name. Although he had the "Silence Fruit" that could prevent any noise from coming out, it also meant that people outside the range of the fruit could approach him quietly, especially family leaders. , many are proficient in seeing, hearing and color.

"Well done, Rosinandy, now you have to keep yourself safe."

"No, Mr. Sengoku still has a few children who were deceived. I want to ensure their safety."

""

The phone bug was silent for a while, and then said: "Okay, but don't act rashly. After we attack, you can take the opportunity to look for opportunities."

"I see"

"Without further ado, the action begins."

The moment the microphone was hung up, Rosinandi also relieved the bulge in his bladder. This time the navy had laid a dragnet, and his brother must have been unable to fly.

The second floor of the warehouse.

The moment the sound of the wine bottle breaking was heard, a questioning voice came from outside the door: "Young Master?"

"I'm fine"

In an empty room with only a shabby sofa, Brother Ming stood up with his head covered, his face extremely gloomy. On his forehead, which was darkened by the sun, there was a row of fine beads of sweat caused by nightmares.

Fire, wailing, howling, being hung up on the castle like an animal, the pitiful self who can't even control his own destiny groans, bah

Brother Ming bit his lip and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground. It had been a long time since he had had this dream, so why did it happen today?

"Is it an illusion?"

With the crunching sound of bones all over his body, Brother Ming stood up and wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked out the window at the dim sunset.

The sky, reflected by the afterglow of the setting sun, was full of fiery red just like the flames at night, which made him feel a sense of disgust from the bottom of his heart.

Has things been a little too smooth lately?

There are no cranes chasing after you, no blind pirates, and no overly greedy traders. It's as if your life has just turned around.

“I don’t believe in furofura”

Ming Ge picked up the pink goose feather coat with a bang, cut the window into fine pieces with a casual lift, and flew into the sky like a flamingo.

"Young Master, where are you going?"

"Young Master, Young Master"

"Hurry up and inform Lord Torebol and Diamanti."

Even though this was not the first time that Brother Ming had done this, the men guarding the warehouse still moved eagerly.

The commotion had just begun. Rosinandi, who was wandering back, also saw the figure soaring in the sky. His ferocious expression was covered with madness and ferocity, which made people couldn't help but think of the nickname Tianyaksha given by the world.

"Did he discover something?"

Seeing that the navy warship was about to arrive in the near future, but such a change occurred at the last moment, Rocinante's heart gradually sank. If the family cadres on the island had prepared in advance, it would undoubtedly turn into another... A chase at sea.

And the consequence of this pursuit is obviously that it is a waste of time.

Even though there is no basis for this, the actions of Lieutenant General He in the past are the best fact. My brother does have extraordinary luck. Whenever it is a matter of life and death, he will always do something different and amazing.

"Something must be done"

Thinking of this, Rosinandi stepped a few steps faster, and the area covered by the Fruit of Silence spread out at the same time. He first eliminated the guards who went to call the family cadres, and then lit the general's arsenal on fire.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack"

"Why did he suddenly fall down?"

"In the end what happened"

Rosinandi, who was ready to pay attention, began to fire black guns in the dark. The guards who fell silently, as well as the guards who were still standing, found that all the sounds around them had disappeared. It was so terrifying.

The comrade who had been shot was clearly wailing in pain right in front of him, and the spilled blood quickly spread all over the dusty land, but there was not a single sound. The warehouse door just a few steps away turned into a gathering of death. dangerous abyss.

“It’s time to speed up”

After temporarily suppressing the actions of the guards, Rosinandi looked up at the sky and turned to the arsenal not far away with the help of the shadow of the building. His brother was back.

In less than 5 minutes of back and forth, there was still a burnt black patch on his pink coat. He saw the navy and had a preliminary encounter.

In this case, it will be too late for the people on the island to make an emergency retreat. The first thing to do now is to destroy the arsenal and suppress the resistance to a minimum, even if it means exposing their identity.