Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

A blood-red figure was running wildly in the jungle. His skin and bare feet were cut by the thorns and gravel, and the bloodstains formed footprints, but the man didn't care.

Run...

Run...

Fisher Tiger...You must escape!!

A roar of agony broke out in his heart, and Fisher Tiger almost bit his teeth to pieces. Turbid tears oozed out of his red eyes.

From behind him came a series of grim laughs, wailing, cursing, swords cutting bodies, and corpses falling to the ground one after another. The noise was getting farther and farther away.

He didn't dare to look back at all, but just closed his eyes and ran in one direction in the jungle like a blind fly, trying his best.

Those dry and numb faces, those miserable and free smiles...

Countless noisy voices echoed in his mind over and over again, making his thoughts as chaotic as a ball of paste.

They... gave their last hope of survival to me!!

Thinking of this, Fisher Tiger clenched his fists tightly, his nails piercing the flesh of his palms, and he gnashed his teeth with hatred, as if he wanted to bite them off.

If... if his strength could be a little stronger...

"Damn it!!"

His eyes were about to burst, and he ran as hard as he could, as if he wanted to throw away all the tragic sounds behind him.

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Two minutes later.

In the middle of the jungle, in front of the magnificent and luxurious palace.

Corpses fell on the ground in all directions, swords and spears pierced their bodies, the ground was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a pungent and disgusting smell of blood.

"Damn it!!"

"You are a bunch of rubbish!"

"You must have been ill-disciplined!"

The Celestial Dragon Feplos Saint cursed furiously, his ugly face showing signs of shock, and a line of sticky snot hanging from his nose.

"My drama!"

"This perfect drama... was ruined by that damned fishman!"

"How dare he! A lowly slave should act according to my script!"

He waved an iron whip in his hand, and with a snap, he whipped a slave trader who was kneeling on the ground in fear and trembling, venting his inner anger.

Snap, snap, snap!

With one whip after another, the slave trader was soon beaten to pieces, curled up on the ground and wailed, but the Celestial Dragon had no intention of stopping at all.

After whipping him until he completely stopped trembling and had no breath, Feplos Saint still felt that it was not enough. He threw down the whip, took a step forward, took out a pistol, put it on the head of the corpse and pulled the trigger.

Bang! !

The slave trader's head exploded like a watermelon, and red and white splattered all over the ground.

Blood splashed on the glass cover of the Celestial Dragon, making his twisted and perverted expression even more crazy.

"Block the island! Find it for me!"

"No matter what means you use, you must catch that lowly and dirty fishman, otherwise... you can all die!"

Feplos Saint cursed angrily, scaring everyone around him to tremble.

"Yes! Lord Feplos Saint!"

The guards and two CP0 members did not dare to neglect it, and took action immediately, and soon disappeared from the spot.

In front of the bloody palace, Feplos Saint glanced at the slave corpses all over the ground, and his heart became more and more angry.

Because he saw that on the faces of the corpses, everyone was still laughing happily before death... as if silently mocking him and his carefully planned drama.

"Damn fishman... I will cut you into pieces!!"

Feplos Saint roared to the sky, his eyes red, panting and taking out his pistol again, and walked towards the corpses... staggering and frantically.

...

Bang bang bang! !

A burst of bullets crackled on the ground beside him, splashing countless dust and gravel.

Fisher Tiger felt a chill on his back and his pupils contracted.

They are catching up!

"Don't run, damn slave!"

"You can't escape!"

"You've offended Saint Feplos, and you still want to run!?"

"..."

A burst of resentful and angry abuse came from far behind him, causing Fisher Tiger to grit his teeth and speed up his pace.

Cold sweat like salt oozed out of his forehead, but his heart sank quickly.

His steps became heavier, and every breath seemed to be cut by a knife, and his lungs seemed to burn like fire.

The strength of the fishmen is at least ten times that of humans, but this strong physical fitness is difficult to exert on land.

The most important point is that the six-month-longImprisonment, hunger, torture and whipping had already left Fisher Tiger covered in wounds, unable to support long-distance running and escape.

This was also the situation of most slaves.

Long-term imprisonment, torture and malnutrition greatly weakened their ability to escape.

Sensing that the group of people behind him were getting closer and closer, Fisher Tiger suddenly stopped, spitting blood from his mouth, and suddenly turned around and slapped his hands hard!

"Fishman Karate Thousand Strike Water!"

Swish! !

Under the palm power of the fishman's judo, the blood turned into dense needles and shot out, directly piercing the dozen armed guards who rushed in front.

Others froze in their movements, their eyes full of doubt.

This scarred fishman actually still has such strength! ?

Taking this opportunity, Fisher Tiger stepped on the ground again and rushed out from where he was.

The blood-red body kept running back and forth in the jungle like an agile cheetah, but the criss-crossing wounds on his body were bleeding faster and faster.

It can be imagined that if this continues, it won't take long before he dies of blood loss.

But...

It's getting closer!

Fisher Tiger's bloodshot eyes were brighter than ever before, and they were getting hotter and hotter.

The only hope was right in front of him.

At the end of the jungle was the beach...

And at the end of the beach...

was the vast and endless sea! !

Run! !

Run! !

Run away with all your might! !

Fisher Tiger knew very well why the group of companions left the last hope to him.

Because he was a fishman!

On this deserted island surrounded by the sea, only the fishmen could possibly escape without a boat...!

The sea, as long as he returned to the embrace of the sea...

Blood oozed from Fisher Tiger's mouth and nose, and he clenched his fists.

I am free!!

Even the official ships and warships of the World Government cannot catch up with me as a fishman!

Huhuhuhu...

My steps became heavier and heavier, and my breathing became more and more rapid.

The scene in front of me kept shaking.

The big trees and bushes retreated on both sides of my body.

The light at the end of the jungle cast a hopeful light on the blood-stained face of the sea bream fishman.

He smiled naturally.

Ten meters,

Five meters,

Three meters,

One meter...

One step out!

In front of me... Suddenly it was clear!!

The bright sunshine and the cool sea breeze fell in unison. Fisher Tiger seemed to have felt the warm embrace of the mother sea and the fresh taste of freedom.

He laughed wantonly.

Everything in front of him became real and clear.

His smile suddenly froze there.

Two ghost-like figures wearing strange masks stood silently in front.

The sea, which was so close, went away again and became out of reach.

"You can't escape."

One of them said hoarsely.

Like a basin of cold water poured on his head, the light in Fisher Tiger's eyes quickly disappeared.

He knelt on the ground with a bang.

His eyes were blank and desperate.

Will he... not be able to survive after all?

He stared blankly at his bloody hands and body, his eyes gradually becoming empty.

"No, he can."

At this time, a low and indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

"Huh?"

The two CP0 members were stunned and their faces changed slightly.

Before they could react,

two sharp and swift cold rays suddenly broke through the sea surface, tearing open a long crack of hundreds of meters in an instant, piercing the two alive!

Swish! !

Blood splattered, and two heads wearing masks... soared into the sky.

The sudden change made Fisher Tiger's mind go blank.

Looking at the headless body slowly falling to the ground, he had no idea what happened.

A tall and slender figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Fisher Tiger raised his head stiffly.

Under the bright and warm sunshine, there was a handsome and evil black-haired young man with his hands in his pockets, smiling at him at this time.

The snow-white wide cloak fluttered behind him, looking sacred and great.

"First meeting, Mr. Fisher Tiger..."

The young man smiled:

"Nice to meet you."

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