Pirate Forest

"Well" Tata's mother seemed to hear something and couldn't help but look out the window. net

"What's wrong?" Tata also looked out the window and asked with some confusion.

My mother shook her head hesitantly, "It's nothing, I must have heard wrong."

Morgan, who helped clear the plates, asked curiously, "What is the skull and crossbones logo on the glass?"

Tata replied, "Oh, that was painted by Vic. It is said that many people were scared after seeing it."

Shijin washed the dishes carefully and said abruptly, "It means this is my territory."

"Is he the bully here?" Mikel asked curiously.

Tarta laughed a few times and waved his hands, "How is that possible? I'm just a little rebellious."

The mother smiled even more gently, "Yes, he is actually a very cute child!"

Morgan doesn't think so, and there's no such thing as "cute" in a guy who can scare other people with a sign that there's going to be a fight wherever there are people.

He lowered his head and did not ask, but secretly considered whether he should find a chance to observe. No matter what, he would hurt Tata and her son.

………………

Boom!

His stocky back collided heavily with the wall, and his chest felt as if something was about to come out. At this time, the boss completely lost his confidence and looked at the younger brothers who were falling around him in fear.

Bloody traces covered the entire alley. Vic was carrying a shovel alone, and traces of flesh and blood could be seen hanging on it. His bloody face slowly approached and oppressed the entire alley, making people breathless. gas.

With one foot, he crushed the hand of a younger brother who was lying on the ground and was begging. A heart-rending voice played a lament. With a slight wave of the shovel, the heavy metal instantly shattered the younger brother's head, leaving behind a white pulp with a slight yellow tint. .

"You're making so much noise, shut up!" He picked out his ears impatiently and loudly reprimanded the enemies at his feet who were groaning in pain.

"It hurts me so much. If that's the case, why not kill me?" A young man who couldn't bear the pain rushed forward, covering his arm that was about to break.

Boom!

"Fuck me!" Vic raised the pistol at his waist and hit the opponent's running thigh with the first shot.

Da da da...

The slow footsteps continued to amplify in the narrow alley, as if the footsteps of death in hell were gradually approaching, and his heart was about to explode.

"Kill me! Kill me!" He repeated this sentence angrily on his twisted face. He simply couldn't bear this kind of death.

"Didn't I tell you to keep your voice down?" The black muzzle of the gun was roughly inserted into the other person's mouth, and the air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

Boom!

In the expectant eyes of the other party, a line of sticky and steaming blood eagerly spurted out from the back of the neck, and a slow steam rose from the wound.

Pushing away the dead enemy with an expressionless face, he faced the mouth of the well, but with a happy smile that yearned for heaven on his face, which looked very weird, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down.

Others witnessed the death of their companions and committed suicide one after another. Some of them bit off their tongues with mouths full of blood, but they could only scream but could not die. net

Some violently banged their heads against the ground and walls, and fell to the sky with so much force that they were beyond recognition. They didn't have the courage to hit themselves hard several times but couldn't kill themselves. They could only cry out desperately that they wanted to die.

Some simply pretended to be dead, gritted their teeth and endured the bursts of pain from the wound, and fell to the ground without daring to move, praying to God in their hearts that the devil would leave quickly.

"Hoo, ho, no, don't come here, oooo~ I beg you to spare me, you can have anything you want, please spare me!" The boss fell to his knees with a broken spirit and kept shouting at Wei. Ke kowtowed and begged the other party to let him go.

Grabbing the boss's hair so that his eyes could clearly see his appearance, he raised the gun in his hand, "Don't you want a gun? Come and get it!"

"I'm not, no, I was wrong, please, I don't want it anymore, please spare me!" The boss begged without tears.

"Who told you I had a gun here?" Vic asked gently, rudely pointing the boss's ear to his mouth.

"It's Johnny. Johnny told me. He said you have a batch of weapons that are easy to get..." He couldn't care about anything, only the desire to survive was left in his mind.

"This is mine! Do you know?! No one can take this away from me!" Vic roared loudly in his ear like a mad beast, which made his brain hurt.

Boom boom boom! ! ! ! !

He raised his pistol and fired several shots behind him. The surrounding streets became quieter and quieter, and he could only occasionally hear some subtle cries. The boss was so frightened by the sudden gunshots that he almost flew out of his mind, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape from that one. hand.

After venting, Vic seemed to have finally calmed down. He let go of his hand, stood up, straightened his blood-stained clothes, and took a deep breath of cold air.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be so crazy. It's so rude." He also apologized to his boss and was willing to compensate him for the losses caused.

The boss's legs were still trembling and he couldn't straighten up. His fat face was twitching and he was still in shock. He didn't know what to say.

Vic ignored the other party and said to himself, "I'm sorry, but you made two big mistakes." As he spoke, he raised the shovel. A shadow fell over the boss's head, but he was still confused.

"First point: I can give up both women and money. I can't give up except for weapons!" The wide shovel smashed the boss's chubby face with the strong wind, and it had the same effect as a round watermelon exploding in front of you. .

Without resting or caring that the other party's head had been separated, he raised the shovel again and laughed crazily, "Secondly, you should speak softer around that house!"

Bang! ! !

During the whole process, the boss didn't resist at all, nor did he make a sound. He was extremely well-behaved.

At this point, only a few suicides and pretenders are still alive. The most painful person is often the one who survives to the end.

The extremely impactful collision made the man who was pretending to be dead curl up into a ball, his thin body looked pitiful, tears could not stop flowing out, and even greater fear was approaching behind him.

"Help me!" He leaned in the corner and begged softly.

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Morgan, who was standing at the door waving goodbye to Tata and his son, suddenly felt something and turned his head to look at the street in the distance. It was empty, and Shi Jin also felt something.

"What's wrong?" Tarta asked.

Morgan shook his head and smiled, "It's nothing, I just feel the air here is a bit salty."

Tarta and her mother didn't hear anything. Instead, they analyzed it very seriously, "It should be mixed into the air after the surrounding seawater evaporates."

"Yes, that should be the case." Morgan also smiled.

Behind him, Mikil noticed that Shijin lowered his head and whispered, "No, it smells of blood."

After a while of pleasantries and excuses, several people said goodbye to each other.

"Are you really not going to stay and rest?" Tarta asked worriedly.

"No need, we will feel guilty if you interrupt us for too long." Mikel said with a smile.

"How about we have another dinner?" Mom also tried to save these seemingly lonely teenagers.

"If that happens, we will become very fat." Morgan said and rubbed his belly. The food cooked by Tarta's family is indeed delicious.

"Then be careful along the way." The mother and son watched the three people leave at the door.

"I will definitely find a way to repay you two for your life-saving grace." The three Morgans said firmly.

He did not deny the self-esteem of young people and inspired them to "work hard!"

The dusk under the setting sun shimmered with gorgeous colors under the reflection of the sea. I patted my plump belly. There were still two people watching their departure at the door of the street and house behind me. Looking at the familiar friends around me, I couldn't help but sigh:

It’s so good to be alive!

So lucky to have such wonderful people!

Praise the Pirate King!