Pirate: Crazy Devil Vic

Little does Vic know that their miserable life is about to get even worse.

At this time, he was still enduring heavy physical labor while comforting himself in his heart.

When Heaven is about to entrust a person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind and will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions, so tempting his mind and forbearance will benefit him beyond what he can do.

God must have had a purpose in allowing me to come into this world. It was absolutely impossible for me to just work so diligently as a miserable bridge builder for the rest of my life... right? ...

Vic had to think of something to distract himself from the pain.

At this time, he leaned forward sharply and used all his strength to barely keep up with the speed of the entire team and slowly move forward.

Sweat poured down from his body, and large snowflakes fell on his neck and melted into water droplets, which mixed with sweat and rolled into his clothes.

My back was soaked and sticky, but my hands and feet were cold.

His eyes were blurred, and sweat dripped from his forehead down his cheeks.

Some of them stopped on his eyelashes, and he had to blink hard to shake off the sweat beads without affecting his vision.

Huh...huh...huh...

The team was full of heavy breathing, and no one dared to speak, let alone shout slogans, for fear of saying goodbye to this world if they couldn't catch a breath.

There had to be something done, at least something to put his shoulders on, Vic thought.

It's really hard to live a day like this.

Finally, when it was time to eat at noon, Vic felt that the disgusting potato skin soup was not that bad. He was so hungry now that he wished he could eat a big bowl right away.

The workers couldn't wait to go to the kitchen, but they didn't mess up. They still went to the kitchen in an orderly manner under the command of the guards to receive their meals.

Vic held in his hand a small wooden bowl, which was carried by the laborers as their poor possessions.

Followed by Fury and Barritt, the three of them found the shortest-looking line and waited patiently at the back.

I don’t know why today, but the team moved very slowly. Occasionally, there was one or two noises, which were immediately stopped by the guards.

Those who had returned from receiving their meals looked dazed, and some even looked angry.

Vic had a bad feeling in his heart.

Vic soon understood. He heard the man serving rice in front say:

"No food in the future nights! Don't come again!"

a bolt from the blue!

What makes one's muscles and bones tired, what makes one's body skin hungry?

Vic felt like stars were shining in his eyes at this moment, and he was so angry!

He just wanted to smash the bowl on the face of the dog in front of him who announced the news with a cold face, and then smash his head so hard that he couldn't even recognize it.

What a fucking world government!

The bastard Celestial Dragons!

Time travel through dog days!

Vic was breathing heavily, and soon he couldn't stand it anymore.

This body is meant to die from overwork. Yesterday, I did another day of heavy physical work, so the amount of food I ate was negligible.

This morning I didn't have enough water and rice, and I was working non-stop. I was already hungry and a little top-heavy.

However, stomach acid kept secreting, burning and causing Vic extreme pain.

He forced himself to calm down.

The worse I am, the more I want to live well and become stronger to make those idiots pay the price.

But.

Damn it, this is going to kill me!

How the hell can you be so calm! ?

Perhaps, he can lead these desperate workers to carry out a historic revolution in which slaves become masters? !

This very tempting idea was out of control as soon as it came up.

Look at these workers, how desperate and angry they are at this time. This emotion will turn into a powerful force that can destroy everything!

As long as everyone unites and acts in a planned manner, even if there will be some casualties, they will definitely be able to defeat the guards and the fat-minded official.

Vic was convinced that it was that guy who gave the order!

Then hang those bastards on the bridge pillars and let them taste what it's like to die of cold and starvation.

We can't let them die too quickly. We have to give them something to eat from time to time, hang on to their lives, and feel the deep "care" of the workers before they can go to the embrace of the sea and the belly of sea beasts.

Thinking of this, Vic finally felt better.

He pinched his thigh hard, and the pain made him more awake, and he realized how impossible this fantasy was to come true.

He does not have the strength to surpass others, nor does he have the prestige to make a decision with one word. If he wants to gain a foothold in the labor force, it is impossible in a short time and requires long-term planning.

And the position gained in this way is very unstable.

This group of workers are both sheep and wolves. What they need is an invincible who can lead them from one victory to another.

A small mistake can raise questions.

To put it bluntly, there is no sense of distance between myself and these workers. It is almost impossible for them to be in awe of me when using ordinary force.

Even if you are lucky enough to have some reverence, it is still very fragile and cannot withstand the wind and rain at all.

To make such a group of people obey your orders and act in an organized and planned manner, you need at least a group of trusted senior cadres who are loyal to you, and middle- and low-level personnel who have the same goals as you and recognize you.

In this way, you have to always be on guard against those short-sighted people who cheat and sell themselves for rewards.

These are currently out of reach for Vic.

Vic is not the kind of saint who has the great goal of liberating all mankind.

He just wants to borrow the power of the people.

And when this power cannot be borrowed and cannot be controlled, Vic can only give up with regret.

Vic tried hard to control his emotions and turned to look at Fury and Barritt.

Fury's eyes were red at this time, his teeth were clenching, and there was anger and despair in his eyes, with a cruel look flashing from time to time.

Barritt was not much better, he had just finished digesting the news.

Immediately, his eyes widened and his brows stood upright. There was both panic and unwillingness in his eyes, which finally turned into anger, wanting to devour the person he chose.

Vic reluctantly cheered up, he had to calm down.

Also let Fury and Barritt calm down and not cause trouble at this time, otherwise they will never be able to get anything done.

Look at those guards who are watching eagerly. They must have known everything for a long time and are now on the sidelines to prevent labor troubles.

Vic took a step back and gave Fury and Barritt a hard tap on their toes. The two gasped in pain and woke up from their anger.

They understood what their brother meant, looked at each other, and lowered their heads in unison to prevent others from noticing the expression in their eyes.

Vic then stepped forward to receive the meal with a calm expression, and continued to queue back to the house with a low eyebrow.Fury and Barritt followed closely in their brother's footsteps without stopping at all.

The atmosphere in the afternoon was unprecedentedly depressing. The morale of the workers was low, as if the end of the world was coming, and the guards' whips could not cheer them up.

The guard captain knew that if this trouble was not solved immediately, the commander would not be responsible for it, and he would still be the unlucky one.

So he immediately asked the guards to tell the workers that the distress was only temporary.

Now everyone on the bridge is starving because the damn rebels from before destroyed some of the food supplies.

As long as we survive this month and the supplies arrive next month, all problems will be solved.

He's really smart enough to find a scapegoat who won't expose him, Vic thought.

As for what to do next month, of course we’ll have to wait until next month.

The workers felt much better after hearing the explanation.At least most people have returned to normal, but their expressions are inevitably depressed.

As for the few people who had vague doubts in their hearts, they could only swallow their worries with the only meal of the day.