Graves coughed up a mouthful of sticky, black phlegm, and the smoke from the warehouse blistered his lungs.

At the moment of the explosion, he was closest to the explosion, even though he was hiding in a bucket, but he was still knocked unconscious by the impact.

Then he woke up in the flames, and found that the bucket he was hiding in had been blown to pieces, and his whole body was like a fish that had broken a fish tank and stranded, and the water on his body was almost evaporated.

The air was thin, the suffocation was dizzying, and now that the warehouse could not stay any longer, Graves hurriedly got up and touched fate.

The body of fate's gun is also extremely hot, but now this gun is Graves' only reliance, and it's time to fight his way out. TVmobile/

The burning hallway was littered with charred corpses of the Hook Gang, and he buried his head in it and quickly made his way through the Flame Corridor.

The Iron Hooks gang gathered outside the hallway, and no one expected Graves to appear in flames.

Graves untied the red turban, and kept pulling the trigger of "fate" as he rushed forward, and the firing pin rang violently, as if it was about to break in two in the next second.

A large buckshot slammed into their chests, and he quickened his pace without looking back, only to hear the sound of his internal organs falling to the ground behind him.

The Hooks reacted, and a few of the men with chains and cutlass in their hands approached as Graves reloaded, and Graves pulled away with a lunge before responding with gunfire and shotguns.

They turned into broken corpses, sticky blood gushing out.

But these are small scenes, and Planck's men are not outlaws, who are not afraid of death to rush up and fight with Graves.

"Dog thing!"

The miscellaneous soldiers were just targets for practice, and Graves gritted his teeth and stuffed two more bullets into the chamber. Fate devoured everything in sight like a mad dog, and buckshot struck the cabin with sawdust, and the flying pieces of wood cut off a small piece of his ear.

Again, the unsightly things didn't end much better, one guy had his jaw gone, another had fallen in a pool of blood, and another had turned into a puddle of blood-red meatloaf.

The sticky blood had spread to their feet, and the Hooks tried to stop Graves, but no one could survive the rounds at the guns of fate.

He rushed to the deck with all his might, but there were more hooks on the deck, like flies around the dung pit.

The lame captain of Graves raised his pistol at him, and he raised it and fired.

But the body of the gun suddenly slammed and was empty.

With a sudden slam in his body, Graves was shot, and he immediately rolled behind a crate on the deck and returned fire by leaning on the box.

This is the advantage of a body of flesh, if it were for Trist's small body and received such a shot, I am afraid that he would have already rolled on the ground.

The wooden box was shattered by bullets, and Graves angrily spat on the ground, unloaded the chamber, and slammed in a new round of shiny bullets, and joined the fray.

He backhanded the captain in two, then ran over his body to the bow.

The Hooks are in hot pursuit, and have brought in even better guys. Bullets whizzed around him, and when he saw someone, he opened fire, fighting back like a mad dog.

Fate is roaring, and the person who was panting alive just now has turned into pieces of flesh in the blink of an eye. The arms and legs were scattered in the bloody pile of flesh, and it was impossible to tell where they belonged.

He rushed left and right, zigzagging between covers, zigzags and turns, and the big gun in his hand kept ringing. For a man of his size, he is very dexterous. But under the dense fire coverage of the enemy's various ranges, he still inevitably hit several more rounds of ammunition one after another.

Fortunately, it was the primitive flintlock pistol that hit him, not a precision firearm from Picheng, otherwise one shot would have killed him.

Graves stopped to reload, gasping like a bull with several spears stuck in it, and his body ached everywhere. Even though Trist says he's resistant to beatings, he's still flesh and blood, and he's not really invulnerable.

He caught a glimpse of the Abyss's sails engulfed in flames that drove away the sea fog, and a figure dressed in a scarlet haze stood on the deck, staring at him.

That gaze sent a chill down his sleeve.

The thought of the fate of falling into Planck's hands made even pure masters feel frightened, and Graves did not dare to delay any longer, and rushed out again with the fate of the load, and shot a wooden box in front of him with a hidden person into the sky.

The Hooks had learned wisely, and they seemed to know that Graves was heading to another ship, so they hid behind the various bunkers in the way they had to pass, and jumped out to attack him when he passed.

A butcher beckoned him in the face with a fishhook, and he had his head snapped.

Just as Graves was loaded, two minions rushed at him with ropes, one kicking his fate in his hands, and the other threw him down on the deck, punching him twice in the eye, knocking him in the eye.

The other Iron Hooks saw the god of war Graves being knocked down, like a school of razorfish swarming at the smell of blood. They had knives or muskets in their hands, and the breath of death was approaching.

Graves lay on the deck, pinned to the ground and beaten so badly that his face was covered in blood.

He could feel the deck burning from the flames in the cabin, and he tried to get up and push away the iron hook that straddled him, but his hands were already on his feet.

Aside from fate, he is actually no different from an ordinary person who is a little stronger, and he can't resist the siege of so many people.

"I don't know if Cui Zi ran out, I haven't seen anyone for a long time, I should have run away......" Just when Graves wanted to give up, he caught a glimpse of a red light in his afterglow, and then a violent explosion engulfed them.

Graves' eyes darkened, and the hook that had knocked him down had fallen on top of him, his sweaty chest hair covering his face. He couldn't see anything clearly, but the sound of a gurgling run over the plank in his ears was Tristhe's girly floral leather boots, which he had always wanted to say were made of the foreskin of a sea dragon, and he couldn't do it.

"You're still so embarrassed." Trist's voice reached Graves' ears, and he was pulled away with the body pressed against him.

"You're still so dashing." Graves gritted his teeth and said, he knew that Trist would come to save him, but even so, he couldn't help but scold: "You son of a bitch, you almost blew me up!" ”

"No way, you know, I'll just come and go with those few cards." Trist shrugged and handed his hand to Graves: "Don't play dead, get up and run!" ”

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