Pirate Forest

Frank is a businessman, but not serious. His business is all about arms. He serves the Capone family, the famous mafia in the West Sea, or it should be said that he is a small leader who transports arms to the Capone family.

This year, the Capone family, under the leadership of new leader Capone Becky, has fully occupied % of the Western Navy's firearms market, and its territory has expanded from the original twenty islands to the current forty-five. Underground The world's prestige is growing.

Coinciding with the triennial event, famous pirates and mafia families will come to Sisi Yuri to participate in the cake-sharing conference for the next three years.

At the same time, it is also to elect a new leader of the underground world. In recent years, they have been hoping that Capone can rule the underground world, so that their position will naturally rise.

He came here very early today and opened a breakfast shop. Every year, some businessmen who like to watch the excitement and adventurous kids come here

The purpose of the businessman is to wait for the final result so that he can know the goings-on in the underground world as soon as possible, so that he can offer his loyalty, which changes every three years, as soon as possible.

Most of the adventure-loving brats are wealthy people such as nobles, and it is not excluded that some second-generation marines follow their fathers out to see the world, also to get familiar with their future work partners.

The purpose of the navy's coming here is very simple. Every three years is not only a new reshuffle for the underground world of pirates and various mafia families, it also means changes in the partners of the navy. 35xs

Usually, many senior naval officials in Xihai will select a candidate in advance and then support him to become the leader of the underground world. This will be of great help to both parties in the future.

These little guys don't care how much money is reasonable, and those businessmen value Capone's backing and want to give him money. In this way, is yuan a breakfast considered expensive?

In fact, he didn't make breakfast. He just had to sit on the parasol chair with his legs crossed and leisurely watch his little brother busy in front of the stove, and take a sip of ice-cold beer from time to time.

As soon as people see me, they know that the Capone boss behind me will line up and give me lots of money.

"Well, boy, you're blocking my sunbathing." Frank picked up his sunglasses, frowned, and waved his hands impatiently.

The sunglasses were suddenly thrown into the air and cracked in half. The lenses were stained with blood, and a bloodstain as long and narrow as the size of a centipede extended from Frank's eyebrows to his chest.

"You're blocking my way." Without even looking at him, Vic roughly pushed away the merchants in line and came to the counter to knock on the table. Brother Frank smiled politely.

"Hello, what do you need?" He obviously hadn't found out what happened to his boss.

"Then call your boss." Tata stiffly tugged at the corner of his clothes, staring straight at Frank under the sun umbrella behind him.

"Don't make trouble." Vic gently stretched out his hand to stop the hand behind him.

"Our boss is right there!!!!!!" He pointed at the figure under the umbrella, because Frank said he needed to be in the most conspicuous place so that people could see him at first glance.

But now the ground is dripping with blood.

"Is that the kid?" Morgan watched the fun and didn't mind it. He sat on the bar and started gobbling it up.

"Boss! You actually killed him!" The young man looked a little collapsed, his eyes were as red as a crazy bison, and he held a knife tremblingly in his hand.

The knife stabbed Morgan, who was sitting on the bar and eating with gusto, but he was suddenly thrown away. His wrist was caught by something, and it hurt so much that he couldn't hold the knife, and his face was twisted.

"It's nothing. Someone attacks me every time. Am I easy to bully?" Morgan waved his hand helplessly, and with a "click" the young man's wrist was broken.

"Ah!!!" The young man pushed back hard to get rid of Morgan, but the thing was getting tighter and tighter, and he felt that his hand was almost broken, and his facial features were twitching.

"Three hundred thousand." Vic poured out a pile of money from the cash box next to him.

Tarta looked at the panic of the people around him at a loss. Unable to stand it, Vic had to count beli and took out yuan and put it back.

"After all, we also had breakfast, and Morgan ate so much. One hundred thousand yuan is about the same." Tata glanced at Vic cautiously and forced a little smile.

"Absolutely. After all, we are pirates, not robbers."

"Now that it's done, it's time to go." He jumped off the bar, stuffed his mouth with food, patted the dirt on his hands, patted his butt and left.

But the young man, whose hand had been completely broken, stopped in front of Morgan and the others without hesitation.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

"Oh" Morgan walked over, picked up a bottle of wine and smashed it directly on the young man's head. Glass fragments and wine poured down, mixed with some blood, and he rolled his eyes and fell vertically.

"Is he okay?" Tata looked at the young man unbearably, feeling that this was all his fault.

Vic glanced disapprovingly.

"Morgan is sensible. When he wakes up, he will be fine if he simply bandages it." Mikel explained while holding a stack of books and tilting his head.

When passing by the fallen young man, a hand suddenly grabbed Morgan's ankle. Morgan smiled and said, "You don't have to do this. If you are worried about trouble from above, you should fall down properly."

"I didn't become a mafia just for this. In order to be loyal to Capone, I have to prove my loyalty and ability." The young man's head was covered with blood but he was stubborn and refused to let go.

"I know I am not capable, but there is still a chance to make amends, but if my loyalty is gone, how can I have the face to stay with Boss Capone!" The young man struggled to stand up.

"Isn't the boss you want to be loyal to Capone? It's not this guy. How can you be loyal to Capone if you died for him?" Morgan asked.

"Of course I know this kind of thing, but if I can't be loyal to Boss Frank until death, how can I prove that I can be loyal to Boss Capone until death?" He struggled to push himself up, his fingers were trembling, and he looked extremely embarrassed with his head bleeding and bruised.

"Isn't this a language problem? How can you realize your ambitions if you are dead?" Morgan finally began to face this rare opponent.

"My ambition itself must be proved by death!!!" He punched Morgan regardless, but the next second he was easily tackled by Morgan and fell to the ground again.

"Are you very nice and willing to be my subordinate?" Morgan became interested in him.

Anyone who does something they know is wrong is a lunatic, and pirates should be lunatics.

"Kill...kill...me..." The dying young man said slowly as his limbs were tightly entangled with the green sprouts emerging from the ground and unable to break free.

"Say your name." Morgan wanted to know the name of the insignificant guy for the first time.

"Your...rival...Derek..." He lost consciousness.

"Yes! My opponent!"