Pirate Forest

Boom!

A loud noise directly made a big hole in the ground. Miguel patted his chest with lingering fear and looked back. He didn't know what would happen if the basketball hit him.

Each basketball was like a cannonball. Bob on the opposite side, with red eyes, was shooting basketballs at him one after another like a madman, with no intention of stopping at all.

"What the hell is going on with this guy?" He was dodging basketball shells while thinking about what to do. He probably didn't do anything that disgusted him.

Boom! Boom! ! Boom!

The only means was the gun in his hand. Mikiel wanted to advance in front of the opponent, but the intensive artillery bombardment kept him from welcoming him, and there was no way he could get any closer.

Even Bob, who was in anger, deftly dodged all of Mikiel's attacks, and the bullets hit the remaining wall behind him.

Boom!

Just as he dodged a basketball and glanced sideways, he saw another basketball cannonball approaching quickly. It was too late. At the critical moment, he turned around and the basketball grazed the tip of his nose, making another big hole.

One shell after another was dodged by Mikiel, and the sand was already flying behind him, and the ground was littered with scattered stones.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Three basketballs locked onto Mikiel in a row. His eyes shrank and he stopped in mid-air unable to move at all. He was dead.

His body hit the basketball directly, and he was so powerful that he didn't even have the ability to resist. He hit the ground hard and set off a burst of sand. Unknown pieces of his ribs were broken with a "click", and his arms and thighs were instantly bloated and turned purple. .

"Cough cough cough..."

He couldn't help but cough up several mouthfuls of blood, and his bones felt like they were falling apart. The severe pain made him take a breath, and his face was twitching. Except that it couldn't explode, it was no different from a cannonball.

"You disgusting piece of trash, stand up now. Aren't you a great pirate? Are you still a man?" Bob shouted with a dark face while holding an orange basketball.

Walking over step by step with resentment, Mikel raised his eyelids and saw an orange-red basketball being hit vertically. His head felt like it had been exploded, and the blood slowly flowing out of the back of his face was numb. no feelings.

Just looking at those eyes, how could there be such complicated emotions?

Resentment, jealousy, envy, grievance, grief, he must be a person with stories.

Is it because he called the other person "Miss?"

"Sorry..." Mikel said softly and vaguely with his lips.

"cut!"

Bob snorted coldly, feeling very unhappy. He understood what Mikiel was almost saying on his lips.

"Who needs an apology from a waste like you!"

Pick up a stone on the ground, turn it into a basketball, and raise it high to finish off Mikiel.

Boom!

A bullet broke the plan. Bob glanced sideways at the scar on his cheek, and then turned his attention to the fat man in front of him. The guy was trembling and looked afraid of him, but the gun in his hand was pointed directly at him. net

"Sorry! Please take that dangerous basketball away from Mikel's head. He can't bear your heavy blow."

Tarta's legs were shaking rhythmically, her throat was rolling up and down from time to time, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her stomach was trembling. She was completely scared to death but still forced herself not to take a step back.

Mikel is no longer good compared to him.

Vic and Shijin both had opponents and couldn't count on the two of them. Morgan was sleeping again. He was too tired to disturb him for this kind of thing. Now he could only look at himself.

He shook his head to try to wake himself up, and he would never let Mikiel get hurt again.

click

Bob expressionlessly raised his foot and stepped on Mikiel's head, rubbing it until his face was flattened. Mikiel was now even more bloody and mutilated.

"Stop it!"

Boom boom boom! ! ! ! !

Tata closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pulled the trigger repeatedly. The bullets flew out. Bob snorted indifferently, and the basketball in his hand increased five times in size to block Tata's attack.

"Man, powerless and weak." He used his wrist forcefully and threw it as hard as he could, directly smashing Tatata away.

He cast a disdainful glance at Tata, as if to ridicule the other party's overestimation of his own abilities, and raised his neck to show off his fair and smooth neck like a proud black swan.

"Send you to reincarnation!"

Just as he was about to crush Mikiel's head, a breeze blew across Bob's back, and his hair was flying freely in the air. The movement was not delayed by the arrival of the cool breeze.

Boom!

The ground around him cracked open at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Bob had a gloomy face, and his head that should have been shattered to pieces under his feet disappeared!

"If you hesitate, you will lose."

His hair was disheveled, with sticky blood stuck between his hair. His originally handsome and tall nose was bent, one eye was swollen and bulging, and there was only a visible gap left in the other eye, and his mouth was completely cracked. There were many small blood marks, and the whole person was like an evil ghost returning from hell grabbing Bob's slender neck.

"you lose."

"I lost, hahaha!" Bob laughed so hard that tears came to his eyes. He felt that the ugly Mikiel was much cuter than the handsome and charming one before.

"Your ability should be to turn anything you touch into a basketball, right?" Mikel slowly and carefully put on a pair of gloves on Bob's hands, asking him why he didn't move.

The black muzzle of a gun directly above Bob's head revealed the answer, and he could even smell the smoke.

"Fat man."

For some reason, Bob was unexpectedly calm and wiped the nosebleed gently with a handkerchief.

"You can't hide from this distance. Even if you turn your gloves into basketballs, it will be useless. You will be shot in the head in the next second. I will lock your hands tightly."

Mikel sniffed, and the smell of blood was swallowed into his stomach. He put Bob's hands behind his back, stretched out his feet and tripped him gently, pressing his body firmly against Bob.

While watching Bob's every move vigilantly, Tarta handed the bib to Mikiel and tied Bob's hands and feet with the bib.

"Can you tell us your story now?"

That complex emotion deeply attracted Mikiel's inquiry. He eagerly wanted to know what happened to make a person value gender so much.

It's like being touched against the scales.

Bob glanced at Tartar who was still pointing a gun at him.

"I'm sorry, but it's best for both of us."

………………

The world is divided into day and night,

All things are divided into two poles of yin and yang,

There are also differences between men and women,

Everything in the world is clear and distinct.

But no matter what it is, there must be a preference. Some people like summer, while others like winter. Some people hope that the days will be longer, and some hope that the nights will disappear later.

Some people love daughters, and some people naturally prefer sons. In this world, most people tend to like sons.

Some people do it because it makes them less tired. Every young and middle-aged labor force is a solid pillar of the family. A world full of oceans is ultimately a man's world.

Some people think that he needs a son to carry on the family line, and that his daughter will eventually be married off and lose money.

The reasons for living are often very simple and even more cold.

Bob, who was born in a small island village, was the eldest son of his family. Neither his father nor his mother wanted to see him. His parents, who had always longed for a girl, gave birth to six more children in succession.

All boys.

They were all given away, except for Bob, who was already a teenager.

Being scolded by his parents since he was a child, he saw his younger brothers being cruelly thrown into the sea by their father. The small fishing village cannot afford to support so many mouths.

Maybe it's because he can appreciate the manual labor, maybe his father doesn't hate him so much, maybe his mother actually loves him very much, maybe...

He kept telling himself to let it go.

To influence them with love, he gets up early every day, makes breakfast for his parents, goes fishing with his father, and chops firewood, washes and cooks with his mother.

As the days passed, his parents still looked at him with indifferent expressions, as if he was a bone that could be discarded at any time.

But he kept telling himself to let it go.

Show your worth to them.

As long as he had free time, he would work tirelessly to use stones, big trees, the sea, and everything available to exercise himself and make himself stronger.

He could easily lift a hundred-pound stone, and he would happily do push-ups with it every day. He knocked down a hundred-foot-long tree with a pair of fists, jumped into the freezing cold sea, and swam around the island in circles.

His strong body allows him to catch the most seafood every day. People in the village hope to marry their daughter to him and praise their family for having a good son.

But the expectant smile is still indifferent, as if he is paralyzed. Doesn't he deserve other expressions?

But he still persuaded himself in his heart to let it go.

Since his parents liked their daughter, he became a daughter. He asked the women in the village who had few supplies and no cosmetics how to put on makeup.

Flowers are the most natural cosmetics. Different flowers will produce completely different colors after being ground. Women in the village use these things to paint their nails, lips and faces.

He was tortured for a long time because he didn't know how to put on makeup. Amid the ridicule from others, he hurriedly put on makeup like that of a woman in the village who has a solemn mouth during the New Year and festivals.

Basically, the face is first whitened with a kind of white powder, which is the so-called base, and then the eyebrows are outlined with the juice of a tree branch, a big red blush is applied on both cheeks, and the lips are painted thickly red.

In order to surprise his parents, he borrowed a dress from the village beauty who had always been interested in him. She only wore a bright red dress during the Chinese New Year last year.

He hid behind the door without turning on the light. When he heard the footsteps and the sound of the door opening, he jumped out directly. His face was pale under the moonlight, and his parents rolled their eyes in shock and passed out.

After waking up, she yelled at him and told him to get out of the house and never come back.

He persuaded himself in his heart to let it go.

Let go of your #&$★@*ah!

"I strangled them with fishing line. Can you imagine that the only time their expressions changed because of me was when I killed them." He stuffed his head into the dirt and laughed.

"What about the rest?"

Tata was frightened when he heard this story. He loved his mother and admired his father, and both his father and mother loved him very much. He could not imagine such an appalling thing.

"Well what other people"

With his face in the dirt, he turned his head and glanced at Tarta, smiling strangely.

"Since you killed your parents, will the people in the village be left intact?"

Although this incident made Tata feel very uncomfortable, he still analyzed it calmly.

"You turn out to be very smart."

"Yes, people in a village will find out sooner or later, and I also hate them very much. They must have deliberately told me the wrong makeup method to scare my father and mother, so I can't help them... ”

The more he talked, the more excited he became. Bob moved vigorously like a catfish. Just when Mikiel was about to lose control, Tatata shot him in the shoulder, and then twice in both thighs.

Bob, who gradually calmed down, glanced at Tarta resentfully.

"You are very strong. We may not be able to control you, but at least you can increase our chances of winning."

Mikel glanced at Tarta approvingly, but maybe he only had a slit in his eyes now.

"Go on."

"I put them all into a room, and when they were almost hungry and had no strength, I smashed them to death with a big tree."

"I still have one person left, the girl who lent me clothes. She is beautiful."

As if thinking of some past scene, he let out a chuckle.

"Do you regret it?" Tarta asked.

"No regrets! I don't regret it at all! I love who I am now!" His eyes were red again, and he roared at him like crazy.

"But you're still putting on makeup, right?" Mikel suddenly said.

He was stunned.

"Even though you resent your parents for favoring girls over boys and blaming all the faults on others, you still haven't denied the mistake of putting on makeup. Instead, you have been studying how to put on perfect female makeup." Looking at Bob’s makeup, it’s hard to tell the gender even if you look carefully.

"You succeeded." Both Tata and Mikhail gave him a big smile.

"Hahahahaha!!!!!!!!! I succeeded!" An inexplicable sadness came to my heart, and the understanding I had been suffering from was found in two strangers.

Suddenly, Miguel felt an earthquake under his feet, and his bib turned into a basketball. Then Miguel was grabbed by his ankle and thrown away.

"I am not a bad person who is easily influenced!"

"The bad guys will be bad until the last moment!"

Although his legs and shoulders were injured, it did not affect him in lifting the basketball. Tata hurriedly tried to shoot but found that there were no bullets.

After running out of ammunition and food, the enemy escaped.

"go to hell!"

The basketball shot out like a cannonball.

"Tatar squat down!"

Mikiel's figure appeared directly in front of the basketball. A hurricane suddenly wrapped around him and dispersed the impact of the basketball, softening most of the force and even changing the direction, allowing Mikiel to go straight towards Bob.

"How is it possible?" Bob couldn't believe that his basketball shells would fail

"Your ability is still flawed, right? For example, the essential weight of things does not change, so you keep using stones, and the basketball turned into a scarf is like paper, and it deflects when the wind blows." Mickey said as he spoke You have appeared before him.

"When!" Without enough time to react, Bob withstood Mikil's full blow, and with a knowing blow to his temple, he fell unconscious and went into shock.

"That's amazing! Mikel, how did the wind do that?" Tata just got up from the ground and ran to Mikel's side happily.

"Butterflies can also form tornadoes by flapping their wings." Miguel tried his best to open the slit of one eye and turned his head to look at the gravel on one side.

A wind current formed among the messy piles of rubble, winding around the place where Mikiel had just appeared, like a snake or a dragon.