King Snake General of Pirates

It didn't take long for the Androser Kingdom to fall into noise and chaos. No one could have imagined that a gang shootout would occur near the noble district in the middle of the night.

The moment this news was known to the chief of the security force, a large number of soldiers with guns quickly gathered and went to the site of the incident to arrest and interrogate suspicious persons.

When they arrived, the city in the south-southwest was already in ruins. The gun battles had destroyed the wooden houses with holes in them and left them in disrepair.

On the road in one of the streets, there were several bloody corpses with indistinguishable faces. Apart from these, there was no trace of anyone else here. After a search, they found nothing, so someone had to go back and notify other security forces to clean up.

After all, they are not a regular combat army. Facing the gangsters who seem to have huge firepower, no one is willing to risk their lives to fulfill their responsibilities. They all choose to do more than to do less.

On the other side, Cyril, who was on the run, was furious. He knew that he had been tricked. He brought out dozens of brothers and left less than twenty, and a box was robbed.

The only good thing is that there are still three left. As long as we go back and regroup, there is still a chance to come back.

When I think about it, this result could have been avoided, if Wadswarn hadn't insisted on doing this...

Moreover, when escaping, apart from using his abilities on himself and the 12 people carrying the box, his remaining younger brother Wadsworth ignored him, causing all the other younger brothers to be shot dead.

The clever Cyril didn't understand Wadswarn's clumsy and vicious little thoughts, so he shouted at him: "Wadswarn, how dare you use my brother to take a bullet for you!"

Wadswarn said calmly: "Using my abilities on so many people is already my limit. If I waste a little more on other people, we will all be left behind. What you want is so?"

The use of the superhuman fruit's ability consumes a lot of physical strength, and it is understandable for Wadsworth to say so.

"If we don't sacrifice them, they will all be finished by then. We should have had this awareness before coming out, right?" Wadswarn sneered.

"you!"

Cyril wanted to fall out with Wadswarn and break up completely, but he knew that he couldn't do it yet.

The crisis had not been resolved, and Wadswarn's ability was still needed to escape. Cyril could only grit his teeth to suppress his anger, and led his remaining nine men to flee out of the city with all their strength.

When Cyril arrived at a remote civilian area, the scene in front of him completely shattered him.

I saw that the gangster brothers who had been holding on here were all lying in a pool of blood at this moment, and near their corpses, a group of people in dirty clothes picked up, searched, and stripped away valuable things from the corpses.

"These bastards!"

Cyril's eyes were splitting, and he roared and raised his gun and shot wildly at those who were picking things off the corpse. At this moment, his anger was unprecedentedly high. He didn't care about anything and just wanted to kill all these people.

Anger has overwhelmed his sanity.

The remaining nine gang members were all sobbing. They put down their wooden boxes and beat down all the enemies who were still standing.

In this operation, Cyril could be said to have won a tragic victory, but the price of victory was unacceptable to him. As a gangster, in addition to having strong funds, the power of his men should not be too weak.

But now, if funds and power are compared to two arms, Cyril has already had one arm cut off.

"Wozwarn!"

Cyril gritted his teeth tightly, and a low growl was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, so high-pitched that Wads Warn frowned.

"What's the point of a dead person? There's no one who wants to do great things but doesn't die. As long as your men are useful, they won't end up like this. Do you want to blame me for this?"

If Wadswarn could learn how to speak more tactfully, the relationship between him and Cyril might not be as ugly as it is now.

As soon as he said these words, Cyril wanted to eat him alive.

Fortunately, to be able to climb to his current position and become a gang boss, Cyril is not only smart and intelligent, but also has the ability to suppress his temper at any time. After a period of buffering, he calmed down.

"We've already discussed how to divide the spoils, Wadswarn!"

Cyril turned around and walked to the middle of the corpses, and found that in addition to his own people, judging from the clothes worn by the corpses, there were at least two different groups of enemies here, which means...

The men who stood firm here were attacked by two groups before being annihilated.

"There are two forces, one is the exiled thugs, criminals and the like, and the other group..."

The other group of enemies is of course self-evident. Cyril can count them on one hand who can launch a large amount of armed forces in a short period of time.

What puzzled him was why his actions were exposed.

Even if he was exposed, why did even a scattered group of thugs and criminals know to attack him here? !

The bad premonition that had always been in Cyril's heart reached its peak at this moment. No matter how smart and steady he was, his face gradually darkened.

With a cruel heart and no thought of collecting the corpses of his brothers who were found dead here, Cyril resolutely led his remaining men toward the wooden house directly south of the Kingdom of Androser.

Understanding that Cyril had suffered a great loss, Wadswarn did not speak again until he returned to the cabin.

Due to his escape, the return trip took much less time than when he went there. Wadswarn fully used his running fruit ability. Although it consumed a lot of energy, fortunately, he didn't encounter anyone ambushing him along the way.

However, after a group of people returned to the cabin, what was waiting for them was not the gangster brothers who had stayed behind, but the competitor who had been lingering in Cyril's heart - Matthew.

The bonfire in the wooden house was even brighter than when Cyril left. When Wadswarn and others arrived, Matthew was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed, a slender sword placed across his legs. .

The moment Cyril saw Matthew, Matthew opened his eyes. Through the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses, their eyes met across the distance.

"Good evening, friends." The smile on Matthew's face was still gentle.

"Run away."

puff!

Just as Cyril and others turned around to leave, a group of light illuminated the dark world around the originally dark wooden house.

Then, another group...and another group...

When one stick touches another, a ball of light will ignite.

Within a moment, more than 200 rays of light appeared around the wooden house. Under each ray of light was a man holding a torch in his left hand and a pistol in his right hand.

The guns were all aimed at the wooden house.

These people, both men and women, without exception, have the same determination in their eyes.

"Let's sit down and talk. If anyone walks out accidentally, he will be beaten into a sieve in an instant."

With Cyril's side including the three pirates, there were only thirteen people left. There was no chance of winning the fight, and it was difficult to fly out even with wings.

Knowing that there was nothing they could do to save their lives, the gangster boys put down their heavy wooden boxes and sat down against the wall with pale faces, losing their fighting spirit.

Matthew glanced around at the faces of the people on the opposite side. He looked calm on the surface, but secretly he was extremely satisfied. With a little trick, he could easily break the opponent's will to fight.