Pirate Forest

For several minutes of silence, gunfire continued all around, the cannons had to be reloaded as soon as they were fired, and the sea was filled with the lingering smell of gun smoke.

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But when some ships tentatively approached Vic and the others, dense bullets poured in like a tide, trying to wipe out everything that stood in their way. The entire ship was beaten like a sieve.

Tarta and others hiding in the cabin were not safe either. The walls were quickly penetrated by bullets, and Shijin and Mikiel stood up with force.

The two people who had just woken up should not exercise strenuously after recovering from a serious illness, but if their lives were almost at risk, there was still time to worry about whether their bodies would be unable to bear it.

Ignoring Tata's objections, Shijin pushed open the broken wooden door. Mikhail dragged Jacob with a face full of rejection and followed closely. Daisy lowered her head, bit her lip, and finally did not stand up.

"If you go out now, you will die. Are you going to die?" Jacob wanted to hide in the cabin, but Mikiel pulled him over and said in his ear.

"I'm not fighting to die. You and I will live on and live well."

"Who can believe it? There are so many people. The entire West China Sea is coming to kill us." He cried with a sad face, not believing that he could still live. He seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago.

At that time, he was so weak and helpless, with no backhand strength, so his companions fell in front of him one by one, and he had no choice but to yell.

Even though he has now grown into the top bounty hunter in the West Sea and is regarded as a thorn in the flesh by all the pirate captains and mafia bosses, he never thought that one day he would be besieged by these people.

After all, he is half an assassin. His job is to come and go without a trace, be fast, accurate, and ruthless.

But look at it now, there are so many people, shooting from degrees without blind angle, what kind of duel is this? It's a complete strangulation.

"Let me go, or I'll kill you." In desperation, Jacob turned around, subdued the injured Mikiel, and threatened him to give way, like a mad dog with nowhere to go.

"Mikiel" Sensing that Mikiel was in danger behind him, Shijin wanted to turn back, but the bullets around him prevented him from being distracted. He could only be anxious but helpless.

While dodging bullets and retreating, Jacob looked ferocious, as if he would discover his anger at any time, and the first person to bear the brunt would naturally be Mikiel.

"Stop, aren't we partners?" There was a sound of Tata from behind. He turned around quickly, and the bullet hit his ribs instantly. He felt a burst of pain. He gritted his teeth and said something. He looked at Tata warily to prevent him. near.

"I have no companions." As he spoke, a figure appeared at his feet. Julian, who was eager to express himself, crawled to Jacob like a cat, then suddenly jumped up and pounced on him.

"Pfft" When he was about to touch Jacob, he took a step back, hit his neck with a knife and lost consciousness. Tarta quickly hugged Julian.

"Nonsense, is Conrad your partner?" Tata checked Julian's injuries. Fortunately, it was not serious and said angrily.

When Daisy heard the word "Conrad", she keenly observed that Jacob's eyes shrank, his left arm holding Mikil's neck tightened, and there was a trace of madness in his eyes.

She immediately realized that this person was very important to this middle-aged gentleman who was well-dressed, looked like he was good at exercise, liked adventure, but was ready to commit murder at any time.

"Are you threatening me?" Conrad is still locked in the cabin on the second deck with Bob and has not woken up.

"If we are partners, then there is no threat." Tata pushed back without hesitation, not afraid of Jacob's eyes that were about to eat people. Just like he said, he was almost dead. Who is afraid of threats?

He stared at Tata, trying to see a little bit of fear in his eyes, but in the end, all he saw was the determination that he would rather be broken than destroyed.

His left arm slowly loosened, and Mikiel swallowed. He almost strangled him, but Jacob still compromised. For the sake of Conrad, in his eyes, Conrad was indeed his partner, his last partner.

"You're right, we are partners and should be consistent in dealing with the outside world." He turned around and showed a cruel smile to a navy ship not far away. He needed to vent the anger and fear in his heart.

He needs someone to support him before he dies. His worth should only cost three or four ships.

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He took a quick run, kicked hard, and jumped up like a Tibetan antelope, heading towards the warship. He took out a spoon from his pocket, his expression almost crazy. At this moment, he finally regained some confidence.

As soon as his feet touched the warship deck, dozens of muskets were aimed at his whole body.

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With Jacob as the center of the circle, more than a dozen people around him fell straight down. There was a spoon stuck in his chest. There seemed to be a round line on the clothes next to the spoon. It seemed that as long as the spoon was pulled out, this large piece of meat would fall. It will be uprooted.

"Stand still, uncle is going to play a game." A silver spoon between his fingers contained a drop of blood without any impurities. It was heart blood, the most essential drop of blood in the human body.

He stuck out his tongue and stirred it gently. After having enough fun, he drank it all in one gulp. When he opened his mouth, he could smell the smell of blood. He also smiled at the navy, as if to say it was delicious.

"Don't be ridiculous." Some sailors finally couldn't bear it anymore, raised their swords and rushed over, trying to chop Jacob into eight pieces.

"The strength of our navy was underestimated." Someone led one or two, and finally everyone who was left rushed forward.

"I'm looking down on you." The curve of Jacob's smile gradually flattened, and he looked indifferently at the marine who was about to touch him with the tip of the knife.

"Don't be ridiculous, I have never looked down on the Navy." He squatted down slightly on his knees and stabbed the spoon directly into his heart. His body was as fragile as a piece of tofu.

"How can you trash who is allied with pirates and mafia be the navy?" A heart that was just dug out and still beating "thumping" was carefully held in Jacob's hand, and then Stuffed into the navy's mouth.

"Your hearts are almost black." He grinned, frowned, tears flowed out freely, looking devastated. The middle-aged gentleman who used to be full of charm now looks like a tragic poet who has lost his soul. The spoon in my hand composes wonderful words one after another.

With the turning of the spoon, flesh and blood are taken away, and a life is also taken away.

"Take out your heart and show it to me."

Fear instantly enveloped the warship, which carried the hope of the family, and the shrill screams told the coalition forces that the enemy had begun to fight back.