Pirate: Crazy Devil Vic

But he said that even though Fury was just hiding for a long time, he didn't do anything.

After hiding for a long time, I have figured out his tricks.

Seeing the angry Crick, he didn't say much. He just sneered, and then nimbly dodged the blow. His momentum suddenly changed, and he stepped forward at a tricky angle. He grabbed the barrel of the big gun with one hand and used his strength to violently He rushed forward and waved his other hand towards Creek's face.

"It seems that's the end of it."

Vic slowly picked up a cigarette, lit it gently, and took a puff of it with great enjoyment.

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Vic's eyes moved slightly downward.

The tall man who once stood at the pinnacle of the East China Sea and made countless people tremble when they heard his name is no longer as high-spirited as he once was.

As his body fell to the ground, Crick's era came to an end.

Fury, who had completed a killing blow, luckily didn't take it to heart at all. He turned the back of his hand slightly and glanced at the metal card sandwiched between his fingers.

Even if it is covered with bright red, which represents the disappearance of life, it cannot cover up the looming golden light.

Fury did not look back at Creek's body, nor did he carefully check his breathing, as if he knew the fate of the former leader and believed that he was absolutely unjust.

He waved his hand casually, and as two rows of bright red blood spots fell on the ground, the murderous weapon that had just harvested a life disappeared between his fingers.

The overlord of the East China Sea, Creek, fell, and all the pirates present fell silent.

There were no angry stares, no excitement, and no so-called revenge for the Lord. Everyone just lowered their heads in fear and fear, looking in the direction of Creek and not knowing what they were thinking.

The footsteps of Vic and his group sounded, which was particularly conspicuous in this hall where the drop of a needle could be heard.

But the people present, even if they usually kill people without batting an eyelid, claim to be evil-doing, and extremely brave, they all bowed their heads obediently at this time, and even did not dare to touch the clothes of this group of people out of the corner of their eyes—— You know, even the little swordsman is not a simple character, especially the man who is respected as the leader.

There were also pirates present who knew the leader's name, Hernand Vic.

But no one dared to look down upon him at this time. Even ordinary subordinates could easily kill the leader Creek instantly, let alone this mysterious master?

For a moment, it was impossible to tell that these people were in the enemy camp, and it seemed more like a younger brother paying homage to the boss.

Wherever Vic and his party passed, everyone moved out of the way in fear and awe.

When Vic and his party had reached the door at some unknown time, and their figures gradually disappeared as they walked further and further away, until they were completely gone, the staff oil lamp head threw himself beside Crick's body in a state of despair, in disbelief. After checking it carefully several times, he muttered in a daze: "Chief... Chief Creek... is he... dead?"

There was still doubt in his tone.

As the victors, the Vic and the others certainly didn't care about the behavior of the defeated dogs in the rear. They were lucky enough to survive only because of the kindness of the strong who looked down upon the lives of ants.

The death of Creek is nothing less than a bolt from the blue to the pirates of the Creek Pirates. After all, they are not people who can cover the sky with one hand.The reason why they can do whatever they want in the East China Sea without any scruples depends mostly on Creek's reputation.

Now not only the leader Creek has been killed, but the first battle captain Bala has also died, and the Creek Pirates have been disintegrated almost instantly.

And for Vic, all this is just a roadblock that has been cleared away.

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At this time, the Hades is on board.

Fury was sipping a glass of red wine with great interest, and had returned to his usual lazy and reserved posture. It was completely impossible to tell that he had just killed a "big shot".

He looked at the island that was getting away and smiled.

"I said Vic, this island may have an interesting name in the future." Seeing several others looking towards him, Fury gently shook his wine glass, "How about White Island?"

Everyone knew what he was referring to and couldn't help laughing.

"Then the unlucky guy who accidentally lands on the island will be doomed."

There is nothing special about this small island used as a base by Creek and others. In addition to having a natural harbor and a terrain suitable for guarding, the entire island is as large and small as the East China Sea. Ordinary uninhabited islands do not have What a big gap.

Not long after arriving on the island, Vic had already taken action quietly. At this time, he stood on the boat and looked from a distance, and the island was already covered with white material.

Of course Vic knew what it was, as the entire island was almost covered in its own white foam.

If a few people hadn't just come off the island and looked at it from a distance on the sea, they wouldn't have been able to tell that it was a pirate ship.

Vic looked a little dazed. He looked at the place that could be called a cemetery in the distance and was filled with emotion for a moment.

Back then, as a law-abiding citizen, even if I wanted to break my head, I would never have imagined that one day I would become a murderous maniac with blood on his hands.

Now after several years of hard work, maybe it was the cover of his identity as a pirate that gave him some comfort. The good habits he once developed in a peaceful society have gradually disappeared, and even the bottom line has been gradually broken.

Unconsciously, he changed from a good young man who had to make up his mind again and again to kill, which not only caused him physical discomfort, but also caused him to be mentally entangled for a long time, to the pirate he is today who has lost countless lives almost in an instant and still doesn't feel any discomfort at all. chief.

Even though he knows that those people are definitely not innocent, if he catches anyone at will, he must be a bastard with several innocent lives on his hands.

But I still feel a little sad when I think about it afterwards.

Perhaps that former self had already died as he grew up without even realizing it.

Vic shook his head and got rid of these unnecessary thoughts.

"I guess those idiots are still vying for the position of leader. Hehe, there might be several battles. I think the remaining cadres are all useless trash. Maybe they won't obey anyone and are just fighting for each other. What about grabbing the treasure left by the leader? After all, we didn’t search, it would be too much trouble.”

Frisin's gloating voice brought Vic back from his thoughts, and he was talking happily.

"When they decide the final winner, go out and take a good look. You will definitely be shocked by what you see. I really want to see their expressions at that time."

There was a look of longing and regret on his face.

Kuina rolled her eyes. She really didn't understand how her pirate group could have such a bad guy. Looking at his face now, even though she was a little curious in her heart, she couldn't help but want to punch him. Flatten him.

Harper, who had been making soy sauce during the whole process, was also very excited at this time, with his claws flying in all directions, almost having the same smell as Fury.

"That bastard! If it hadn't been for the minibus, he would have almost killed me!"

Apparently he was still haunted by the Creek attack.

Barritt just took a bite of the donut in silence.

Fury and Harper exchanged glasses of wine there, arms around each other, laughing and joking.

Ah Jin, who usually likes to criticize Fury, was particularly silent today. At some point, his headband had been replaced by a headscarf of the same color.

He folded his arms and stared at the island with a dirty look on his face. It seemed that he was still a little relieved that his image had been damaged due to a mistake.

Looking at these people, Vic drank a glass of wine and smiled.