Pirate: Crazy Devil Vic

The guard drank some wine, his face was red, and he flicked his whip in a showy way. The workers moved quickly, and Vic continued to work.

Another person fell to the ground not far away. This was a little girl carrying a bucket and picking up gravel.

She looked to be only six or seven years old. She was wearing a blue and white prison uniform that was much older than her. One side of her childish face was pressed against the snow. Her withered yellow hair hung softly on her shoulders. Her little hands were still holding the bucket tightly. Handle, gravel in the bucket scattered all over the floor.

A guard rushed forward, kicked her little body several times, and cursed:

"Useless trash! Still trying to be lazy! Why don't you get up and start working!"

Seeing that she was motionless, he stopped and shouted angrily to a woman picking up stones:

"You lazy guy who wants to make me work even if you die, 2780, yes, that's you, come here, take away the bucket, take off your clothes and throw them into the sea."

The woman walked over numbly, her eyes lifeless, and started busy as the guard asked.

There were small waves on the water. The little girl came into this world cleanly and left with nothing.

She could finally be lazy forever.

There was no reaction from the people around him, and Vic had no energy to sympathize with others. In fact, he had been whipped for this not long ago.

Vic discovered that in this environment, people's bottom line can really drop like a rocket.

Although he still felt uncomfortable this time, he restrained himself because he paid the tuition and was still busy with his work.

People die here every day, and people fall to the ground at any time and can never get up again.

They died of exhaustion, freezing, starvation, illness, or all.

No one knows if they will be next.

In such a cruel place, people have almost no morals at all, and the bottom line is infinitely lowered.To survive in such a place, or even to escape, Vic knew that he must completely forget his previous concepts and must become stronger.

There was only one thing for lunch, potato skin soup.Fury, who was sitting opposite Vic, was dejected and complained softly:

"Potato skin soup again."

He looked at the palm-sized wooden bowl on the table and sighed. The bowl was not full, and there were only a few potato skins. The clear soup looked watery.

In fact, the country of labor has only had this kind of food for 700 years.

No matter men, women, old or young, everyone only has a small bowl.

There are only two meals a day, and they can be eaten after work.There is no rule here about eating without working.

Although Fury complained, he took small bites of the food with great appreciation.

But he stopped soon, because Barritt, who was sitting on his left, had already finished his portion and licked the bowl all over.At this moment, he couldn't help but glance into the bowls of Fury and Vic. He tried his best to turn his head away, but his eyes were fixed on the food.

You could tell he was trying very hard to look away.

This is not to blame for Barrit. He is only 12 years old and in the stage of rapid physical development. He is naturally tall and has never had enough to eat.

Thinking of this, Vic sighed and was about to share some of his food with Barritt.

Fury was one step faster than Vic. He took a few bites quickly, pushed the bowl to the left, pretended not to care, and said to Barritt boldly:

"Eat quickly, Barrit. I'm already full, but your stomach is still growling with hunger. It's really hard to have a stupid brother like you!"

After speaking, he stretched out his arm and touched Barritt's head, pretending to sigh and shake his head.

Although Barrit is slow and honest, he is not a fool. He knows that his brother is not full, and he just wants him to eat more.

Barritt did not refuse his brother's kindness. With water in his eyes, he said to Fury with admiration:

"Brother Fury, you are so awesome!"

Fury immediately raised his head proudly.

Vic looked at the scene of deep brotherly love in front of him and was filled with emotion.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this precious brotherhood that the three of them can warm and support each other and survive to this day in this cannibalistic place.

Thinking back to Fury's care and dependence on him, Barritt's silent protection and clumsy comfort.At this moment, he suddenly felt that maybe the three of them could really escape from here smoothly.

With hope, Vic felt that his body was no longer so tired, and the whip marks on his neck were no longer so painful. He tapped the table with the handle of the spoon a few times:

"Fu Rui, do you know why you don't grow taller? You still don't eat well!"

As he spoke, he pushed Fury's bowl back and poured half of the potato skin soup in his own bowl over to Barritt.

In fact, Fury's height is by no means short.In a state of severe malnutrition, it is very rare for him to grow to 12 meters at the age of 1.6.

Who made his compatriot brother Barrit, as if on steroids, already over two meters tall.

Vic himself is also 1.8 meters tall. In Vic's memory, his father has always been a tall figure and has no reference value at all.

Fury chuckled and lowered his head to eat, while Barritt also obediently didn't mention eating.

The urging whistle soon sounded, and the afternoon work was about to begin again.

You have to work until ten o'clock in the evening before eating. After eating, everyone is uniformly driven to the open space in front of the construction site.

The open space was surrounded by guards, and there were two rows of guards standing on the left and right sides. There were also people on the tower not far away who were watching eagerly.

They had whips on their waists, guns in their hands, serious expressions, and stared viciously at everyone who passed by.

Dozens of people were tied up in the open space. Everyone was kneeling on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs.

Some people looked horrified, as if they had predicted their fate.

Some people looked panicked and looked around, imagining who could save them.

Some people are determined and ready to die generously.

Some people have expressionless faces, numb expressions, and have completely collapsed.

There were also some people who were gnashing their teeth and looking ferocious as they looked at the reformed workers slowly gathering together, wishing they were the ones who died.

Vic turned a blind eye to all this, and the feeling of waiting for death was not pleasant.These people must have suffered enough and just want the results to come quickly.

If you put yourself in their shoes, you can't do any better than them.

At this time, a man in a guard uniform came forward. There were more decorations on his clothes. He was the captain of the guard and had many opportunities to deal with laborers. Vic recognized him.

He picked up the whistle and blew it hard. When the crowd calmed down, he shouted:

"Quiet!"

The crowd was completely silent, as if the mute button had been pressed, leaving only the sound of waves hitting the bridge pillars.

The guard captain looked around with satisfaction, nodded slightly, but did not stop. Instead, he walked towards a short, fat man wearing an officer's uniform behind him and respectfully asked him to come forward and speak.

This man has never been seen by Vic before. He should be the highest officer here. It is said that he lives on the top floor of the special prison tower and does not go to places where there are workers unless there is anything special.

The officer seemed utterly disgusted by everything around him.

He stood there without moving, and first fanned his nose impatiently with a handkerchief, his brows furrowed tightly.After the stench of the slave dissipated a little, he slowly took a bag from his assistant and took out a file from it. He turned the pages very gracefully, but his tone was very vicious:

"You damn criminals, the sons of villains. Instead of working hard and thanking the great world government for its forgiveness, you dare to try to escape. You are really bad at heart, lowly people who don't know how to be grateful. You should all be executed!" "