The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

"Wow! So beautiful"

"what is that"

"It seems like something is flying"

On the deck of the warship, Gabra spoke in surprise, with an unusually rich expression on his face.

Reg, who was sitting on the guardrail, opened his mouth slightly and his eyes widened: "It's incredible, no, I should say it's too dreamy."

The navy in the distance are accustomed to it. After all, it is very close to the headquarters, and they often come here for vacation.

The island community that appeared in front of the warship filled Legg's entire field of vision with vibrant green, bubbles emitting colorful halos under the sun, and a bit of white mist, making the entire Chambord Islands look like a dream. It's impossible to take your eyes away.

This kind of scenery that subverted the inherent memory made Reg's head unable to turn around for a while to remember, no matter the color pictures he saw in the book: they were not as good as what he saw with his own eyes.

"It's really a heart-stirring world."

Silently, Reg put his palm on his heart. Just seeing a corner of this world made his heart surge beyond measure.

Reg knew that he would never forget this magical scene.

"Yes, this is the most beautiful island I have ever seen." Gabra muttered to himself after receiving a response.

"Hugabra, don't forget what you have to do." Rege, who put on a white shirt and black shorts, reminded him.

"You know, you have to be careful."

"Don't worry, how could they be willing to do something harsh to me if I'm so cute?"

Reg pinched his baby face and smiled stiffly. If he were an ordinary child, he would undoubtedly be sold to aristocratic aunts or gentlemen with some special hobbies: a life of being raised and played with. , just thinking about it makes me go crazy.

"makes sense."

Gabra's expression was filled with resentment, and Elaine's words: A man always relies on his face echoed again.

"Ahem, don't worry. It's not as bad as you think. I'll go find Major Naiden. See you in the evening."

Reg jumped back to the deck and waved his hand. The mission had already begun.

Next, the warship will dock briefly at the Navy Station No. 60 and replenish food and fresh water. He will be hidden in empty boxes and taken off the ship, handed over to bounty hunters disguised as members of the P organization, and then sold to Markas. A gang.

The reputation of bounty hunters in this world is not very good. They are mixed, some are good and some are evil, but they have the same purpose:

As long as they can make enough money, they don't mind temporarily transforming into pirates, slave traders, and the like.

I just have to be very careful in case I am discovered by the navy, and I will be wanted as a pirate.

There are many slave-trading organizations on the Chambord Islands, ranging from large to small, but now only the Markas group has the highest bid for child slaves.

Gabra took advantage of this time to go to the P intelligence agency in Area 66 to collect the latest information on the Markas group and kill those who were still active outside at night: this pair of "wolves" For Gabra, it couldn't be easier.

Area 16.

The Shampoo Islands become more dreamy at night. Many bubbles float from the ground, emitting a slight light and dispelling a little darkness.

In this dim light, several sneaky people, avoiding the light emitted by the bubbles, ran quickly on the grass. Each of them had a bumpy sack on their body.

From those sacks, you can vaguely hear the humming sound of mosquitoes, which sounds like crying, sadness, or fear.

As a member of the sack, Reg didn't make any sound even though his eyes and mouth were wrapped with cloth, and his hands and feet were tightly tied with ropes.

These bounty hunters will act together in groups to avoid being taken advantage of. <b

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Although the slave trading organization on the island also needs word of mouth: under normal circumstances, they will still choose to spend money to purchase.

After all, the price is not much, and they can make several times the profit once they resell it. There is no need to add any unnecessary extravagance.

"We're almost there, be careful."

Tony, who was carrying Reg on his back, spoke up to remind him. The footsteps around him changed from fast to slow. The corners of Reg's mouth curled up in the sack. Although these people were greedy for money and afraid of death, they had quite a lot of experience.

Although he couldn't see the outside at this time, Reg could still sense other people's breathing and slowing down movements with his sense of sight.

A few footsteps rustled not far away as promised, and the bounty hunters gradually began to get closer.

"Hehehe, don't be nervous, everyone. Although our boss Marcus has only become the leader not long ago, he still understands the rules. Come on, let us inspect the goods first." A somewhat cold voice with a sad smile appeared.

At this moment, a bubble appeared nearby and lit up a charming man wearing lipstick, tights, and fishnet pants, as well as several young men behind him.

"The Carlo shemale cadres especially like children with fair skin and many nobles."

Reg twisted his body, pretending to be struggling with fear, and then controlled the tears to flow out quickly and streak down his cheeks.

"Haha" there were small awkward laughs all around.

"Yes, we are also familiar with Boss Marcus"

Even though this was said, the bounty hunters did not relax their vigilance because of this. Two of them freed up their hands to gather the sacks around the others one by one, while the rest remained on guard.

The sound of a lighter sounded, the sack was untied, and the whimpering around him became a little louder.

"Hehe, little guys, don't cry. The slave family won't hurt you."

The footsteps were accompanied by the sound. Reg's face was pale and his body was shaking uncontrollably with tears streaming down his face.

Immediately afterwards, the strong smell of perfume floated along the night wind. Realizing the person coming, Reg twisted his body, but his chin was then lifted up.

"What a charming little brother"

Carlo's voice sounded, and the white cloth on Reg's eyes was removed. It revealed a coquettish face with thick makeup, which looked more like a sad female ghost in the firelight.

So Reg opened his eyes as wide as possible, and let out a frightened whimper from his blocked mouth: This girl's taste and temperament are too different from Feng Clay, who pursues the "Way of the Shemale."

The heavy blow that followed made Reg roll his eyes and passed out.

The power is about 3, neither light nor heavy, just enough to knock a child into coma: the technique is very professional.

"Yeah, the goods this time are pretty good. How old is this kid?" Carlo looked at Tony who brought Reg.

"Lord Carlo"

"Um"

"Miss Carol, this child is 7 years old. Look at his fair and tender skin. He is a child from a rich family and can be sold for a good price."

Tony rubbed his hands and introduced Reg's situation in a low voice. His heart almost jumped out of his chest just now: What if this young man couldn't help being humiliated and killed someone?

Fortunately, p9's background is not free. Not only did he not show any flaws, his acting skills are also perfect.

If he hadn't known Reg's identity in advance, he probably wouldn't have suspected such a "helpless" child.

"Okay, add 5 Baileys."

"Carol"

"10 is the most." Carlo twisted his body and walked towards the second child, his words full of doubts.

"If I add 10, I'm worth 50 Baileys, which is really cheap."

Lying on the grass, Reg remained motionless, with murderous intent flowing quietly in his heart. This is a portrayal of this world: the weak will not receive any fairness, only endless humiliation and oppression.