Peace of the Pirate

Fisher Tiger's attack was so clean and neat, and the guards were very respectful. He fell head first and was so refreshing that Qin Ping, who had not finished speaking, was startled.Mobile terminal m..

Squatting down, he tested the guard's breath with his fingers. When he felt the heat, Qin Ping breathed a sigh of relief and raised his thumb: "Good job."

Taking off the black robe on his head, Fisher Tiger showed his sharp teeth: "I am professional in fighting."

The movement in front of the door had already attracted the attention of the slaves in the cells on both sides.

"Master."

Boya Hancock held the railing with both hands and pressed his whole face against the railing, looking at Qin Ping and exclaiming.

"Get the key quickly." After giving instructions to Fisher Tiger, Qin Ping came to the cell and comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm here to save you."

Glancing at Fisher Tiger who was picking up the key, Boya Hancock asked in a low voice: "Master, what's going on? Why did you knock out the guard? And the one who wasn't the one you met before?" The fishman slave we are fighting? Why is he here?"

Boya Hancock had too many questions to ask. She firmly believed that Qin Ping would come to save her, but unfortunately, she guessed the ending, but not the process.

After grabbing the key from the guard's hand with a gentle tug, Fisher Tiger shouted to Qin Ping: "Brother, go on."

Taking the flying key, Qin Ping looked at the number in the cell, 1402, lowered his head to search, and quickly found the key marked 02, and easily opened the door.

"Are you okay? Can you run away later?" As soon as he entered the cell, Qin Ping asked with concern. You must know that the three sisters were whipped yesterday, and they didn't know if their bodies could withstand it.

Boya Hancock couldn't help but grabbed Qin Ping's hand: "Master, there is nothing wrong with us."

Qin Ping was stunned and looked at the three sisters doubtfully. He did not see any scars on them: "Didn't my father say that he would whip you yesterday? Why..."

Regarding this, the three sisters were also very strange. The youngest Marigold replied: "We were brought here directly without any punishment."

"Brother, we don't have much time. We still need to rescue those who are capable of fighting first." Outside the cell, Fisher Tiger once again took a bunch of keys: "This should be used to unlock the handcuffs. We need to speed up." .”

Without saying much, Qin Pingma started to get busy: "Our time is very urgent. I know you have a lot of questions. In fact, I do too, but we don't have time now."

Boya Hancock bit her lip. She was a little confused now: "Master, you should at least tell us what to do."

Qin Ping opened Boya Hancock's handcuffs without raising his head and said lightly,

"Free all the slaves!"

……

The sudden appearance of No. 17 in the corridor shocked all the slaves who saw this scene.

After the shock, a slave immediately shouted softly: "Hey, that guy over there, how did you escape?"

Turning around and looking at the pair of eyes in the darkness, No. 17 smiled and raised the keychain in his hand: "Of course it depends on this."

All the slaves were startled, and their eyes suddenly burst out with unparalleled fire, as if someone who had been hungry for several days suddenly saw a large piece of roasted and fragrant meat, with cumin sprinkled on the noodles.

No, today's slaves are even more crazy than this.

"Hey, you guy, stop standing there stupidly, come and let me out." A slave couldn't help but greeted loudly. The scar on his face was squirming with excitement. He had been galloping on the sea before. The pirates were also captured in the same batch as No. 17.

"Oh~" No. 17 put one hand in his pocket and walked slowly towards the guy who was talking nonsense.

Seeing No. 17 grinding away, Scar Slave's breathing became rapid and he urged loudly: "Hurry, hurry."

"Please, save us." Seeing this scene, the slaves around them couldn't help themselves, and they screamed for help one after another.

Walking closer to Scar Slave, No. 17 stopped.

"Give me the key." The scarred slave was already impatient and reached for the key that was close at hand, but he did not notice the cold eyes of the person looking at him.

It's like looking at a dead person.

"Finger gun!"

No. 17's left hand stabbed out at lightning speed, and with a pop, the bright red blood flowed out freely like water from a burst faucet.

Even though the Scar slave immediately covered his throat, blood still couldn't stop pouring out from between his fingers.

Lying on the ground, the Scar slave screamed unconsciously, his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. His face was full of doubts and fear of the coming death.

With a pop, the Scar Slave's body stopped moving, and blood gathered together along his body.

This small slave area was suddenly silent, and everyone's eyes flashed with confusion.

Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the blood on his hands, No. 17 smiled: "I hate people who can't understand the situation the most. Even if I let them out, such idiots can't leave Mariejoia alive, so they want me. Please keep quiet before letting him out."

Looking around like a king, No. 17 nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that the remaining ones are all smart people, so I will start to make conditions."

Looking at the ink stain on No. 17, some slaves still couldn't help it: "I will agree to whatever conditions you want to put forward. Let me out quickly. The gold and iron have already sounded, and the guards may come back at any time."

"That's right." Seeing that there were still people who dared to say anything, No. 17 turned around and walked away again, throwing the key ring in his hand.

The slave who spoke swallowed and couldn't help but take a few steps back. He had learned from the past and had to take precautions.

Unexpectedly, No. 17 stopped, opened the door with a click: "Come out, remember your promise, you owe me something now."

After hesitating for a while, the slave swallowed, but the freedom in front of him still defeated the wind of reason, and he slowly walked out of the cell door.

Uneasy, the slave found that No. 17 really had no intention of attacking him. His face showed ecstasy, and he raised his hands above his head: "I am free, haha."

After simply venting, he lowered his head, looked at No. 17, and was very submissive: "No matter what you want me to do, I, Bato, will definitely do what I promised."

With the example, all the slaves knew what to do and shouted loudly: "I can do anything, let me out quickly."

"I am very strong and I will definitely be able to help you."

"Don't say one thing, I promise you ten things, as long as it helps me get out of this hellish place."

……

All kinds of promises come and go,

"Haha, hahahaha." No. 17's laughter became louder and louder, almost like crazy: "Bato."

"Young one is here." Ba Tuo opened his last restraint.

"Let them out."

"Yes."

The madness of this night has just begun.

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ps: The meeting lasted from 6 o'clock to 8:[-]. I ate a few bites of fast food and came back to code. Fortunately, I basically finished writing this chapter yesterday. I just need to revise and revise the lines.

Good luck.

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