Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Gurgle...

The slave trader's eyes suddenly widened, and he covered his throat with both hands, but the bright red blood could not stop gushing out from between his fingers.

He staggered back, the light in his pupils quickly disappeared, and then he fell to the ground with a bang, his body twitching constantly, and soon he was silent.

He never dreamed that he would be killed by a few drops of water.

"Boss!?"

"Damn it! Enemy attack!!"

"Fire!"

"Kill that guy!!"

"..."

The death of the slave trader made the guards on the ship change their faces, and they fired wildly at the sea in panic.

Bang, bang, bang!

Countless bullets exploded on the sea, but with their shooting accuracy, they could not capture the figure swimming in the sea.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Water arrows shot out from the sea with a hiss, piercing the hearts and throats of these people.

In less than a moment, there were more than a dozen corpses on the deck, and blood was flowing all over the ground.

"What on earth is this..."

"It's the fishmen..."

"His strength... How could it be..."

"..."

The few remaining guards retreated with pale faces, looking at the corpses all over the ground in front of them, and their whole bodies couldn't stop trembling.

Drip...

At this time, a sound of water dripping came from behind, and a tall shadow rose from behind them, completely covering them.

The guards felt a bone-chilling chill on their backs, and turned around tremblingly.

A broad red hand, reflected in their pupils, quickly enlarged...

...

One minute later.

Click!

Fisher Tiger twisted the lock of the cage with one hand, panting and said to the slaves in the cage:

"You are free."

One after another, trembling figures walked out of the cage. The deck was already covered with bruised slaves. They looked timidly at the corpses all over the ground, and finally all their eyes fell on the bloody fishman at the same time.

"I am Fisher Tiger."

Fisher Tiger looked at their numb and empty expressions, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, pointed to the bloody mark on his chest, and smiled:

"I was once a slave like everyone else."

When everyone saw the pattern on his chest, their dark faces regained some light.

"Mr. Tiger, I, what do we need to do for you?"

A thin young man asked cautiously.

Fisher Tiger shook his head and said:

"You should ask your own heart about this question. You are now free men and no longer need to obey the orders of others."

However, what responded to him was confusion and uneasiness.

What a group of pitiful people...

Fisher Tiger sighed deeply in his heart.

He had seen too many such demeanors and expressions before.

When a person is imprisoned and enslaved for too long, they will gradually lose their autonomy as a person, without any personal will, and even less the courage to make decisions.

Even if the shackles on the body have been put down, the shackles in the heart will still exist.

He pondered for a moment, calmed down, and said with a gentle smile:

"If you want, you can follow me and ride the sea freely."

"If you don't want to, you can also choose to return to your hometown and live a free life."

"This ship will sail on the sea for three days. You have three days to make a decision..."

"--No, I've thought about it."

The thin young man gritted his teeth, stared at the tall snapper fishman in front of him, and mustered up his courage, as if he had made up his mind.

"I want to follow you, Mr. Tiger!"

As his voice fell, the others also gritted their teeth and clenched their fists:

"Me too!"

"I want to follow you too!"

"That's right, Mr. Tiger, without you, we are just zombies!"

"Please let us follow you and sail freely on this sea!"

"..."

One after another, the courage in the hearts of this group of slaves seemed to be ignited again, and they looked deeply at Fisher Tiger.

Their bodies were still shaking, their clothes were tattered and dirty, but hope gradually appeared in their eyes.

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Time flew by as the days and nights alternated.

A month passed in a hurry.

Marine Headquarters, Marinford.

Military Academy, poison gas isolation area.

It was still the sealed and tightly closed secret room.

The purple poison gas filled the room, so thick that one could hardly see one's hand in front of one's face.

Under the corrosion of the poison gas, even the solid rock walls appeared.Traces of corrosion by sulfuric acid.

At this time, a weak groan suddenly came from the place where the poison gas was the most concentrated.

"Instructor Darren, I, I'm almost dead..."

Darren, who was sitting cross-legged, was now wrapped in deadly poison gas. He frowned and said:

"No, you must hold on, Magellan!"

His tone was very stern, revealing an unquestionable command.

"Only by holding on can you get a better experience and feeling!"

"Besides, you don't want to lock yourself in a closed space forever like now, away from the crowd, right?"

The weak voice came out again after hearing this, obviously gritting his teeth and insisting, roaring:

"I don't want to!!"

But as soon as the voice fell, the poison gas that permeated that position suddenly stagnated.

Darren sighed helplessly, opened his mouth, and inhaled hard!

Like a giant dragon breathing out, or a whale swallowing, all the purple poisonous gas in the secret room turned into a vortex visible to the naked eye, and as Darren inhaled, all of it poured into his nostrils and mouth.

His face kept changing, from pale to purple-blue... After several seconds, Darren barely suppressed the strong tingling and discomfort in his body and slowly opened his eyes.

A sharp divine light flashed deep in his pupils and quickly disappeared.

"Is it all over, Magellan..."

He looked at Magellan lying on the ground, gasping for breath, with some disappointment, and said helplessly.

Magellan's eyes were spinning in circles, his pupils lost focus, his body twitched unconsciously, and he slumped there like mud, muttering absentmindedly:

"I feel...broken..."

Darren pinched his temples.

Okay, this is a bad line.

"Take a good rest. I'll come see you when I'm free."

After giving a casual instruction, Darren sat up and pushed the door open without hesitation.

He looked like a scumbag who wiped his mouth clean after eating.

But as soon as he opened the door, a burly figure in protective clothing stood there, with his hands on his chest, looking at Darren with an extremely weird, strange and even contemptuous look.

"Darren boy, you... don't have any strange habits?"

Zeff stared at Darren with suspicion, and couldn't help asking after a long time.

Darren:...

That middle school kid Magellan always says weird things, what can I do!

He rolled his eyes and said unhappily:

"I am guiding him in his training, Mr. Zefa!"

"You have also seen that in the past two months, Magellan's poison has been at least twice as deadly and corrosive as when he first came to the training camp."

Zeffa looked at him doubtfully,

"I am willing to believe you, but you have been staying in Magellan for too long, which makes people suspicious..."

Darren:...

"What do you want from me?"

He said with a fake smile.

Looking at Darren's eyes, Zefa felt a chill on his back for no reason, and hurriedly coughed twice, and said in a deep voice:

"Well, Marshal Kong has called a meeting of senior officials to discuss the selection of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."

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