Pirate Forest

Where do the heroes of the times come from? There will always be people in the vast depths of the sea who are unwilling to be lonely, hoping to get rid of the vulgar and arduous work, transcend the shackles of society, and swim freely in this sea.

People living in this era will definitely encounter pirate plunder, no matter how long it takes, because for people in the great pirate era, pirates are commonplace.

Most people go to sea to become pirates not because Roger left nothing but nothing before his death. That kind of thing is too empty for most people who live by fishing and farming.

People who use such reasons to go to sea will not be able to go far. It cannot carry one's dreams. The willingness to rush to the unknown sea without hesitation is mostly due to the pressure of life.

Maybe they had no choice but to go to sea because of the oppression of the big bourgeoisie, maybe they didn't want to go hungry every day anymore, so they would even eat human flesh, or maybe they violated the country's laws and ran away overnight without stopping.

Wait for the reason...

But there are really very few people who say they want to be a big pirate and find their way into becoming the Pirate King. This kind of thing was no longer mentioned a few years ago.

For thousands of years, only one Roger has become the only Pirate King. Sooner or later, people who go to the sea will lose their former enthusiasm in battle after battle.

Even those who are determined to do something great are no exception. For the past seventeen years, people have been rushing to the sea endlessly, bringing only news of death and a sea with no end in sight.

Perhaps the first batch of people who ran to the sea did have great ambitions, but almost % of these people died on the road, leaving only a handful of people who were still ambitious enough to spy on the Pirate King. throne.

Most of today's pirates are no longer those dreamers. Those who remain are cold wild wolves who will eat fresh meat and carrion cleanly.

This is especially true for pirates from all over the world. They don't have big ambitions. They just want to make a lot of money to make themselves and their descendants rich for the rest of their lives.

Some pirates would find a nice island, marry a wife, have children, buy some slaves, open a self-sufficient field, and live a life of idle clouds and wild cranes.

Some people like to live in a prosperous kingdom, buy a manor with beautiful scenery, marry a beautiful noble lady, and live a lavish life of spending money and money.

There are also some people who are used to the unrestrained pirate life. When they make money, they get drunk in noisy bars and find a few street girls who do well, until the money in their pockets is stolen without a word. Throwing people into the cold streets, stabbing everyone to death with one knife, feeling the blood of the sword, and the sense of danger of falling at any time while walking between the steel wires made him feel that he was still alive. net

This type of pirates think that this feeling is dozens of times better than having sex in bed for the first time. It is a kind of nervous and exciting feeling like sometimes having nothing at the gambling table and sometimes getting rich overnight. It is even more satisfying than a mental hallucination. There are so many!

No matter what kind of pirate, the final ending is basically difficult to end well. Whether it is a remote island or a top kingdom, someone will come to you one day.

As long as you go out to sea, don't think about leaving a single leaf untouched, especially if you can avenge yourself for nine lifetimes!

No one who comes out can do without a knife, let alone pirates who are dirty to the core. This is like a curse. Pirates must die a good death. It is not only a curse among the people, but also a real thing.

Throughout the ages, too few pirates have been able to spend their lives safely, and they have basically died a bad death.

The structure of criminal power in the West Sea is somewhat different. In other seas, pirates attract all the hatred. Only in the West Sea has a criminal profession that can compete with pirates been born - the mafia.

This is a feeling that goes deep into the bones of Xihai people. Compared with the rough and dirty pirates, the Mafia gives people a handsome and unrestrained feeling in suits and ties.

Therefore, many people in the West Sea made up their minds to join gangs when they were young. Compared with pirates, the navy is less hostile to the mafia. Basically, unless they are very bad bosses, they will not offer bounties.

Moreover, the famous mafia has a deep presence in various countries, and its power is so strong that it can even cause chaos in the kingdom. The most important thing is that the mafia has wages and benefits, which is more like a serious job than being a pirate.

Therefore, adults are not too opposed to their children becoming mafiosi. A considerable number of mafiosi can live out their old age peacefully after leaving. Compared with pirates, the risk factor is not too high.

Nowadays, a major event that occurs once every three years is held in Sisi Yuri. All the famous pirate groups and mafia in the West Sea are rushing here, hoping to reach the top.

The scenery of Sisiyuri in the early morning is beautiful. The blue-white houses give people a sense of coolness. The biting sea breeze confirms this. Flocks of seagulls fly from the west and stay here for a month to accumulate energy and prepare to enter. Breeding Season.

"Today's weather is bloody." There are many small buildings on both sides of the rugged mountain road. Jacob, who is wearing a coat, stirring black tea, standing outside the wooden window and looking at the scenery, tells the deputy behind him a story story.

"A wealthy man who was at the height of his power was confidently preparing to take the position of the richest man in the kingdom. At this time, someone told him that the richest man in another kingdom had moved here and bought a house he liked for the housekeeper's family to live in. Do you think the rich man would How?"

Jacob is an old man with gray hair on his temples. He has a pair of weather-beaten blue eyes that can see through people's hearts. His nose and back are both too old to show signs of aging. 35xs

"I think the rich man will take revenge on him." The deputy was a young man with a somewhat reserved expression. He lowered his head and stared at the heels of Jacob's shoes, but occasionally looked up at the tall figure.

"To what extent will he take revenge?" The black tea was already empty, but Jacob had no intention of letting his deputy add more tea. He stirred the teacup without black tea with a slender silver spoon.

"Probably they will kill their whole family, right?" The young man clutched the corner of his clothes and whispered in a panic, but his tone was full of indifference, which made people confused.

"You're right, the two of them will definitely fight, and this is the chance for us people." Jacob, who seemed to be full of wisdom, was extremely excited, and laughed wildly when he saw a passerby who caught his eye, teacup He smashed the passerby's forehead, and the spoon that followed immediately took out his eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing feeling screaming screaming.

The deputy stood on his tiptoes, tilted his head and said weakly, "You should slit his neck, idiot." The identities of the two people seemed to have suddenly reversed.

"I did it on purpose. Immediately I will use this trick to dig out the eyes of Morgan and Capone. Godfather and White Wolf, they will all die in my hands, hahahaha!!!!" He said inhumanely laughter.

"You will be killed by the two of them, idiot." The deputy's voice became more and more cowardly, and he almost shrank into the corner in a low voice, but there was only indifference in his eyes.

Indifference to life.

Two people with completely different personalities and images are plotting unknown secrets in the room.

Boom!

The deputy tremblingly took out his gun and ended the passerby's life, patting his heart in horror.

"It's so noisy, it's so noisy..."

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"Listen to me, I don't want you to think, I want me to feel." Bill is the captain of a pirate group, and he is lecturing his crew at this time.

"I told you that I want to kill all the people in Sisi Yuri, and I want to become the overlord of the underground world! King! Godfather! How to do it is your business. I will tell you all the goals of what I want to do, and don't explain it! ” He stopped the first mate who was about to say something.

"It's your business how to do it, whether it's using poison, cannons, or using lives. I only look at the results, no reason! Just listen to me, okay? I'm the captain! OK" He thought he was an extremely impatient person The overbearing president.

“But we can’t defeat them,” the first mate said cautiously.

"It's your business to beat me. Why can others die if they can't do it? I don't want you to think that I want you to think of me!" He knocked on the table.

A woman next to her looked infatuated, clenching her fists in admiration and saying, "What a man!"

Bill still had an angry expression on his face, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly, showing an evil smile. A ball of oily slurry erupted all over his body and gradually rose, and his facial features were looming.

"Go kill them! It's too much trouble~~~"

The sudden beautiful sound made everyone on the boat hold their ears tightly, fall to their knees, and shake their heads in pain.

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A ship was swaying on the sea. A long-haired man in overalls smiled and walked towards a group of pirates, bowing respectfully.

"Hello, bosses, I am a trainee pirate Bob who has been practicing kendo for two and a half years. I am good at kicking, jumping and swimming. Uh-huh, you are so beautiful~" As he spoke, he started to dance, shaking his shoulders toward the sea. The thief rowed slowly towards him, and the strong smell of perfume made him look out of place.

"Wait a minute, kid, what are you doing?" A burly man tried to stop him, but as soon as he got close, he was hit by a basketball and fainted.

"What's going on? Bastard!" The other pirates rushed forward, but when they came into contact with him, they flew away and scattered into round basketballs in all directions. The basketballs with human faces showed a weird smile of the devil.

"Chicken, you are so beautiful~"

"No, no, no, no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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"What should Morgan do now?" Mikel had just bought a pair of eye sockets, which added a bit of literary style. The blue curly hair and the noble temperament brought about by his gestures all indicated that he had an extraordinary background.

"What should I do? I can just find a restaurant to have a meal later." Morgan didn't care at all. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned forward like a street gangster. But after holding on for a while, he couldn't hold back his smile. Made a sound.

"What's that expression on your face?" Morgan smiled and pointed at Vic's ugly expression.

"I want you to take care of the bastard!" He was the first one with a look of displeasure on his face.

"Haha! How do you make money?" Morgan leaned over shamelessly and asked curiously.

"Collect protection money." Vic's expression changed, but he quickly covered it up.

"Really? But I see that your little brothers have a lot of calluses on their fingers, with dark skin and lean bodies. Although gangsters may have calluses like that if they carry too many sticks and guns, I always feel..." Vic shoveled It cut through his waist, and vines stretched out from the break and connected together like tentacles.

"Are you right?" Morgan coiled around Vic like a snake. No matter how much he moved, he couldn't get rid of Morgan. In his ear, Morgan spit out a pink aroma with nectar, just like a fairy. He was so excited. Face flushed.

"Crap!" Vic cursed in a low voice, as if he was afraid of being discovered by Tata behind him.

"What are they going to say?" Tata said embarrassedly with a red face.

"Maybe they were talking about how strong Vic's hand was just now, right?" Mikel raised his eyes uncertainly.

Shijin "..."

"Tell me what you do," Morgan said with a sinister smile.

"I told you, collect protection money!" Vic said every word, and he hated Morgan.

"Don't lie to me. I didn't see you collect protection money during the days I stayed in the town. Not only that, I didn't even collect protection money from other gangsters." Morgan obviously decided that he was lying to herself.

"I heard that the town's biggest source of income is cotton and ramie, which suddenly appeared more than ten years ago. The largest grower has a large field behind the town, but no one has seen him. It is said that The cotton and ramie he discovered." Vic's movements became bigger and bigger, but he couldn't get rid of Morgan.

"What are they doing?" Tata frowned as he saw Morgan wandering around Vic.

"It must be itchy, right? I'm scratching it for him." Mikiel didn't know how to explain this.

Shijin "..."

Boom boom boom! ! ! ! !

Sudden bullets hit them intensively.

"Young men! Kill them!" Capone looked down at Morgan and others. The streets were crowded with mafia men in suits and ties.

Morgan turned into big trees to protect the surroundings, firmly protecting everyone together, and stood alone at the front and smiled.

"What I wish for!"

He stretched out a hand as if to hold something and lift it up. On the street, beside the house, and on the road, half a small Sicily tree with Morgan as the center rose from the ground, and the dense green forest enveloped the entire sky.

The tree roots like dragon's whiskers squirmed, shaking the entire underground like an earthquake. Countless tiny vines grabbed hold of the mafiosi in suits and ties, coiling around the skin like blood vessels to suck away the blood from the door.