Trist sat on the dirty floor, feeling like his lungs were going to burn. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Hehe, what, can't run?" Graves whispered with a mocking smile.

Damn, how did this muscular guy not starve in prison? He's so much stronger than he was ten years ago -- he strongly suspected that this guy could grow muscle even by drinking water.

"Old man, I think we had a misunderstanding. Trist gasped, and he swore he wouldn't run again, even if the guy shot him in the head - he would never run with his legs again.

"Misunderstanding? Ten years of you told me that it was a misunderstanding? Even if it was a misunderstanding, you didn't know how to save me for ten years?" Graves put the gun to Trist's head, and at this distance, even if his head was made of iron plates, it would be shattered to pieces in minutes.

"How do you know I didn't save you!" Trist's tone suddenly became agitated, "Curt, Wallach, and Brick, they're all dead trying to save you muscle-filled idiot!"

A hint of gloom flashed across Graves' face, but in an instant it turned into a deep mockery: "And then?"

Trist suddenly felt like he had nothing to say, and then what? And then he ran away, scared out?

"Hehe-" his smile was full of indifference, "nothing can change the fact that you have not only betrayed me, but also abandoned me. Do you think they died because of me? No, because of you! And you coward, they're all dead, so you should die too!"

His thick, powerful knuckles were placed in the trigger and slowly squeezed down.

......

"Let's go inside. A stout and powerful pirate with countless criss-crossed hideous scars on his face whispered.

Timmy trembled as he walked towards the black hole of the captain's quarters, his whole body shivering, a small part of which was acted, but most of it was real.

Oh my God, Planck's fame had been with him since he was born, and everyone was afraid of him, and that fear had taken hold of him - he didn't know if the eldest sister would be able to win against this terrible man, but he knew that this was the best time he wanted to repay the eldest sister.

"Calm down!" said the pirate, "what you have to say is important, and the captain will reward you." ”

Timmy nodded, but still shuddered uncontrollably, and the pirate smiled, he could understand the awe of the captain, or fear of the man.

With that, the pirate pushed the door open and motioned for Timmy to go in by himself, and as the door was closed by the pirate, Timmy looked tremblingly at the tall man sitting in the chair, as tall and burly as a demon god.

"You say you know the whereabouts of those two little thieves?" he asked, his voice soaring as if thunder had exploded in his ears.

Timmy's eyes welled up with tears, but he still stubbornly said, "The two of them are at the docks in Rat Town......"

Planck smiled, and in a few steps he came to a platform in front of him and lifted the white cloth.

"This guy used to be my confidant, but he thought he could guess my mind, so he clamored to make amends. ”

"But mistakes cannot be forgiven!"

Timmy looked at the man in horror with wide-eyed, his head shattered, and the area below his shoulders was completely white bone, and there was still scrap of flesh on the pitted bones.

Planck quickly peeled open an orange with the carving knife in his hand: "Eat it, young man." ”

Timmy swallowed the priceless orange almost as hard as he could, and he didn't dare to disobey the man in front of him.

It was only in the next moment that he wanted to spit out the orange, because he saw Planck start painting on the bone with the carving knife, and the carving knife seemed to come to life, and it was full of art in the flying up and down.

Timmy tried to cover his mouth, he didn't dare to throw up because he didn't want to be the unlucky guy on the operating table.

"Now, you can go on. Planck put down the knife in his hand, "I'm sorry lad, but I can't control my desire to finish a beautiful work of art when inspiration strikes. ”

Timmy could clearly see that there was already a beautiful pattern on the thighs of the skeleton, yes, beautiful but cruel.

......

"Oh shit, you idiot, look behind you!" Trist roared, believing the guy was really going to kill him.

"What tricks do you want to play?" said Graves, he would never look back, just as he would never believe in this little white face who could turn the shrewdest girl into his playmate at any time.

Trist's face had a dejected expression, dead like a dead man who had been dead for many years—for he knew he was about to die, not because of the fool in front of him, but because the dock was slowly approaching, and countless sampans were lowered and rowed with all their might.

Bang - a musket struck Graves in the shoulder, and the idiot finally turned back, and his face became very bright.

"Oh my god!" he scolded, and tried to run away, but then his face changed to Trist's.

There was no need to resist, the dense crowd surrounded them, he never thought that pirates could be as orderly and silent as the regular army.

"Good morning, lovely lads. The crowd slowly dispersed, and they bowed their heads respectfully, and in the center, wearing captain's hats, draped in scarlet daze, and holding black flintlock pistols in their hands, somewhat ancient, but absolutely powerful.

"Do you like bone carving?" he asked, his expression a little fanatical, wrinkles squeezing together to make it look a little hideous.

Trist and Graves shook their heads in unison, and then they heard Planck laugh heartily, "I think you'll like it." ”

The poor brothers and sisters were tied up by Planck in this way, and no one resisted, for they knew it was futile, and no one wanted to try to anger the uncrowned king of pirates again, just as they did not like the bone carving from the bottom of their hearts.

"Very interesting...... Zhang Chao stood on the mast of a sailing ship, and no one could see him like this, and Ying Aoyi gave him an unimaginable latent ability.

But the next moment, a pair of eyes full of gloom had already glared.

"Kill him!" Despite the staring glances of his subordinates, he decisively drew his gun and aimed at the top of the sailboat, which was thousands of miles away.

"I just want to watch a show, okay?" Zhang Chao's heart was filled with countless wild horses galloping, and one of his hands quickly drew a stream of air in front of him, and then, a violent explosion instantly destroyed the sailboat at his feet.

Not a gun—it was his ship, the Abyss.

Even from a distance of a thousand meters, Planck was able to summon the Abyss, a dark magic-infused battleship, with his gun, to destroy any enemy he wanted to destroy.

"Damn!" Zhang Chao had never seen such a guy who didn't play according to the routine, it was obviously a gun, but it was countless 24-pound cannon shells.

He dive into the water in the midst of the explosion, and countless razorfish with sharp teeth swam towards him—a sea creature that is more docile than a bitfish, but only a hint of it. (To be continued.) )