Pirate’s Brood Order

As for becoming the club's enemy, what would happen? Jones Dow didn't have the time to ask. Of course, there seems to be no need to ask now. The whole club is just an empty shell, and the only club member is the 153rd branch of the Navy.

Jonesdao didn't say that he would join the club, but just took a deep look at Yarlin, got up slowly and left, and just before he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something and asked casually: "When will the next club invitation be?"

Yarlin turned his head, pondered for a moment and replied, "About a month!"

Fubigan looked at the back of Jonesdao leaving, the flesh on his fat cheeks was squeezed into a ball, and his slender eyes looked suspiciously at Yarlin: "You don't need to report this kind of thing to Colonel Mengka, Can I make my own decisions?"

"Hey... Colonel Fubigan is very curious!" Yarlin touched his eyelids and stared at Fubigan with cold eyes. He had to admit that the fat man was the most natural disguise, at least he couldn't see it at all. each other's eyes.

"Ah, I'm just idle and boring, and I'm always curious when I encounter interesting things." Forby smiled awkwardly, facing a second lieutenant whose rank was much lower than his own, but he didn't have the airs of a colonel at all. , he scratched his head and said, "How about I be the first to join this navy club?"

Yarlin was stunned for a moment. He didn't think that anyone would join the club today. His real purpose was just to make his debut and get acquainted with each other so as to pave the way for the next real invitation.

"Why not?"

"Of course, you can!" Yarlin grinned and said, "Don't you need to learn more, or wait and see for a while?"

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, I have nothing to lose anyway!" Fu Bigan waved his hands indifferently and said: "Unlike that fellow Ricky, their 44th branch has a very large sea area, and the situation of our 65th branch is similar to your 153rd branch. It’s not too much, it’s just a broken ground the size of a palm, so there’s no need to worry so much, I think this navy club is very interesting, I’ll just join it.”

"By the way, be the first to join, what's the benefit in the future, you can take care of our 65th branch." Fu Bigan had a smile on his face, and he took out a box of cigars from his arms and handed it to Yarlin .

"Thief!"

Yarlin took the cigar and made a preliminary judgment on the fat man in front of him. He laughed in his heart, and then said quietly: "I believe that Colonel Fubigan will not regret today's decision."

Among the flags facing the weird fist, next to the lonely seagull flag of branch 153, the navy flag symbolizing branch 65 was slowly raised, and the two flags made a "whirling" hunting sound in midair!

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The deck was covered with blood and corpses, the gaps in the wooden planks were filled with coagulated black blood, limp corpses collapsed on the deck, broken arms were everywhere, and the bloody skulls on the mast The pattern is splattered with blood, and from a distance, it really looks like a skeleton coming out of the blood.

"Wrap up the bags tightly, it will take a while, or it won't smell too bad." Crowe stood in the center of a pile of corpses, with blood spots on his cheeks, he supported the mirror frame with his wrist, and looked at it with a frown The recruits who were carrying the corpses felt slightly worried. The bottom of the cabin was almost filled with corpses, and there was a faint smell of corpses permeating the whole ship.

"Do you want to throw all these corpses into the sea or not?" A thought came to Crowe's mind, and then he was suppressed by him. He knew that the real purpose of Yarlin's need for these corpses and flesh was not to water the flower garden. It's really such a boring purpose, he doesn't mind throwing it all away.

Unfortunately, no!

"Forget it, I can bear it for a while!" Crowe wiped off the blood on his face with a handkerchief, turned to show a gentle smile and looked at Nami, who was hiding in the corner of the boat with a pale face, and said, "You don't look happy at all. 30 million Baileys are about to be collected!"

Nami stared at the packed corpses of pirates and the bloody sealed money next to the corpses. She swallowed. She never thought that what Crowe said would help her get together 3000 yuan within a month. Wan Baili used such a terrifying method - to kill and plunder the pirates encountered in the sea.

No, it cannot be called killing, but it should be called massacre... All the pirates who encountered the Red Skull flag were killed cleanly, leaving no one alive, and the corpses were packed and hidden at the bottom of the cabin. It was the money that was generously packed into boxes and placed on the deck.

She didn't know how to evaluate this kind of behavior, and she didn't know why the other party restrained those corpses out of some perverted interest. She just witnessed those murlocs... Oh, Crowe called them "recruits", she didn't Understand the meaning of this word, after all, those tireless and fearless killing machines have nothing to do with the title of recruits; she only knows that the breath of the mouth and nose is filled with a strange rancid smell, and the deck under her feet is piled up. Hundreds of corpses.

"30 million Baileys are about to be collected!"

Nami muttered to herself, barely a trace of blood could be seen on her distorted face due to fright. After a while, she seemed to wake up from the shivering fear, plopped and knelt down on the boxes with solidified black blood , tears flowed down her pale face, and a look of "hope" emerged from her trembling beautiful eyes.

Hope is bred in the blood, and holiness is bred in the rancidity. Crowe's lens reflects this weird and beautiful picture.

"I don't know if you are a pirate or not!" Nami wiped off her tears, stood up and stared at Clown seriously, and said, "Thank you, you saved Cocosia!"

"Rescue?" Crowe wiped the blood off the cat's paw, and let out a cold and inexplicable laugh, which made Nami's skin crawl.

Crowe turned his back on Nami, and the slaughtered pirate ship on the opposite side was ignited. The faint fire light was reflected in his pupils, and he shouted in a voice that only he could hear: "The meaningless hope and Thanks, I'm just... I'm just trying to get the results I want!"

Nami stared fixedly at Chloe's back, feeling that the other party seemed to be shrouded in a strange fog forever, unable to see his purpose, unable to see through his purpose, and unable to discern which words in his mouth were True, which sentence is false.

She squatted down quietly, hugged the box tightly, and repeated in her mouth over and over again: "It's all together, it's finally all together... Cococia is waiting for me, and I will take you out of the dragon's clutches." Bought it back."

The cold sea wind howled, blowing through Nami's hair, and the icy sea water submerged the burning shipwreck, as if crying and telling that the deepest despair always comes when hope seems to come...