Pirate Forest

A bloody trace was permanently left on the ground, stretching for more than ten meters. A pair of cold eyes swept past it with disdain, and the palm with all five fingers covered with gems slowly fell down.

Capone, who was nearly middle-aged, had a slightly bulging belly and was a little fat. He lowered his head and took off the five rings on his finger one by one, holding them in the palm of his other hand.

Not long ago, Bill was so confident that he wanted to take Capone's head that he had completely lost his ability to fight. His eyes were rolled up, drool was dripping from the corners of his mouth mixed with blood foam, several teeth were missing and were missing, and there was not a single piece of his face that could be seen. The place is as miserable as it is.

"Idiot, you actually believe what a mafia says." Capone stepped on the so-called "bomb" several times. When he walked past Bill, he opened his right hand and dropped dazzling, priceless gemstone rings on Bill.

Unlike other mafiosi, he doesn't think the mafia is any more noble than pirates. Instead, the real mafia he admires should be a despicable villain who is more ruthless than pirates.

It's just that compared to simple-minded pirates, the future mafia should make the most basic disguise, at least establish an illusion that surrounds them and is trustworthy in their own territory.

Giving yourself a different name also means choosing a different direction to sail.

blu blu

"Godfather, it's Colonel Woods' call. Do you want to answer it?" The long-tongued Werther raised the phone in his hand in a panic and walked back and forth at a loss.

Colonel Woods is the commander of the largest branch of the entire West China Sea Navy. He has the largest and most powerful naval forces, occupies a considerable part of the West China Sea Navy's voice, and is also the backer behind the Capone family.

"Crush that phone bug," Capone said with a normal expression.

"Oh, crush it to pieces? Wait, if the godfather does that, it will be equivalent to the navy declaring war." Just as Werther was about to instinctively follow Capone's order, he suddenly stopped and danced around in a panic to try to persuade Capone. Think twice.

"Then let's declare war." Capone's footsteps did not stop. The corners of his coat were gently swinging under the movement of the wind. He held a thick cigar in the corner of his mouth. His godfather style was vividly displayed at this moment, and he looked domineering.

Facing Capone's recklessness, the boss Werther was suddenly moved to tears. He took a weird-shaped pistol and crushed the innocent phone bug with one foot.

“It’s great to have a boss as handsome as you.”

"Hmph." Capone heard the joy of the little brothers in his body and hummed slightly. He was a little dissatisfied with their reaction. Was my previous humiliation too embarrassing?

But even if he thought so, the involuntary upward curve of his mouth betrayed this arrogant godfather.

It feels so good to do whatever you want.

Thinking like this, he suddenly had a realization he had never had before:

"It turns out that the mafia is not as good as the pirates."

At least a pirate faced with this situation would have simply and rudely crushed the phone bug without any regard for the consequences. If he really encountered the navy's pursuit, he would turn around and run away in disgrace, which is completely uncharacteristic of the mafia.

Capone, who was walking at the dock, looked up at his flag. It was a family-style merchant ship flag, not a skeleton, and they were not pirates.

When I think about the phone bug that Woods crushed just now, that stingy guy must be so angry that he wants to fight him to the death.

Thinking of this, he grinned even wider, really looking at that guy's bad face.

But doing this would mean a complete break, right?

Without the support of Woods, other navies will not help him. They will support a new puppet to come to power, and then block his business. If they resist even a little bit, they will be rewarded.

Everything he has done over the years has been in vain. When the moment comes, he will definitely be able to tear off the heads of those idiots.

Then he can only go to war with the navy, and he will inevitably leave his hometown at that time. After losing his base camp, he can only choose to leave the sea that raised him.

But when it comes to that point, he won't sit still and wait for death. He will definitely let those idiots have a taste of artillery.

The guys who knew nothing cheered in the castle inside him, but only he, the castle itself, could not get carried away.

"As an organization, you must keep a calm head at all times. Even if everyone around you is drunk, you cannot be confused." This is what his godfather taught him.

The old man also taught him many things. Sometimes Capone would wonder how much of his success was due to his godfather's help. After all, he had annexed all his legacy forces to achieve his current status and power in one fell swoop.

But he believed that he could succeed even without the help of the old guy.

But thinking about the old godfather he brutally murdered for him, even a hard-hearted man like Capone felt a little melancholy, and couldn't help but wonder how he fell in love with him.

"Becky, you are a born mafia. Only a gentleman like you can thrive in the big era. Go and let the whole world hear the gunfire from the West Sea Mafia. Let them know that this sea does not belong only to the sea." "Thief"

"That's nice, old man, but you just want me to help you take care of yourself in old age." If the old guy saw the cause of his death, would he have shot himself to death?

A hole opens in the collar and descends like a stone door. A rope pulls it. When you look in, you can see mafia men in suits and ties jumping out laughing.

The younger brother who originally stayed on the ship was already dead, so they could only use elites like them to sail the ship.

Several people struggled to drag the heavy anchor, while the remaining people climbed up the mast and untied the ropes, lowered the sails, turned the ship's bow, and used artillery to sink all the ships that got in the way.

The turn of the ship drove Capone's realization to gradually leave Sicily. This time he lost everything and even faced ruin.

All this happened because of one person. He seemed to see Morgan's sleeping figure, the young leaves gently tugged by the breeze, the big trees that were as motionless as mountains, and the weird and terrifying dense forest that was opaque with no light.

You're not that simple a pirate. One day I'll let you taste firepower that even the forest can't withstand. Just wait.

He shifted his gaze to the other side, and seemed to see many naval warships, saw Woods' angry face, and saw the navy rushing to the banquet with pirates and mafia.

Capone secretly said, "Woods, I will not use your flag this time. I want you to stay in this sea forever like the old godfather."

"Godfather, preparations are complete." The younger brother's voice came from behind.

Under the fluttering flags, Capone's somewhat short figure burst out with a momentum that should not be underestimated. With a wave of his hand, he gave the order to "set sail"