The Laughing Clown in Pirate

"Dawn! At dawn, let's attack the sacred stairs at the exit of the Holy Land together!"

Amidst the gunfire, the strange fish-man shouted.

"Nonsense! It's still raining. Who knows when dawn will come!" The green-haired man kicked the city guard away, turned around and stabbed the city guard rushing behind him with his sword.

With a click, the rapier was held by the metal barrel. The man smiled ferociously and punched the city guard in the face.

When the guard fell, he pulled out the flintlock from the guard's hand.

Bang! Gunshots rang out, and a city guard fell to the ground. He threw his gun at the city guard who was shooting at the fishmen, and knocked down his gun.

"Murloc karate, hit the water!" The fish man punched, and the water cannon gathered from his fist, hitting the city guard who had his gun knocked down.

At the other end of the street, the new city guard troops had already rushed over. The fishman raised his right hand high, pulled it back, and threw the bomb rock with ten times the strength of a human's wrist.

Boom! The rainwater was blown out of huge bubbles by the explosion, and then suddenly spread out mixed with blood.

"Ah!!!" The green-haired man took the initiative to charge towards the remaining city guard troops. He knocked down the dizzy city guard captain with one punch, and already pinched the gold chain leaking from the captain's pocket with his other hand.

With a sharp pull, a delicate pocket watch appeared in front of the green-haired man.

"It's worth about 1 million Baileys!" the green-haired man grinned.

"Asshole, don't get distracted during the battle!"

"Hehe, this is the living capital after escaping!"

"Too optimistic!"

The fishman glanced around and saw that there were many more corpses of slaves than city guards on the rain-spreading streets.

The roar of the dragon came from far and near, and the giant red dragon spread its huge wings and flew over their heads. The clown above was bathed in the heavy rain and let out a shrill laugh.

After the dragon, a series of explosions sounded. After a while, more than a dozen CP agents passed by with razor blades from the roof.

The green-haired man wiped away the rainwater that had been splashed on him, and tied his scattered green hair back.

"You have to think about it. I'm not a lunatic like him."

Looking at the clown walking away, the green-haired man said.

"Neither do I have the strength and courage like him." He added in his heart.

The sound of messy footsteps on the water-filled street was very obvious, and the fish man and the green-haired man looked at each other.

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

"Of course I ran away!"

With that said, the two of them ran away in the other direction.

In the house next to the street, the middle-aged man watched them leave and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, I finally left!"

He turned and said to his family.

The bustling street seemed to have become a drama stage at this time, and the actors of the next scene came on stage at a rapid pace. They first observed the corpses on the street, and then the leader gave the order.

"Go and ask the residents on the street to see where those slaves ran away!"

"Yes!" The person who was ordered responded. He was a little reluctant. He had lived in the Holy Land for a long time, went to work on time and was greedy for small profits. How could the small town guard have ever seen this scene of blood and fire?

To be honest, after graduating from the World Guard Army Training Camp, he had not seen blood for ten years.

Knock...knock...knock...

The middle-aged city guard knocked on the door slowly.

"Hide quickly! Pretend not to be home."

The sound insulation effect of the door was not good, and the city guard clearly heard the voices of the people inside the door.

He impatiently fired a shot at the door, which made the people inside scream.

"Sir...sir."

After a while, the head of the family opened the door trembling with fear.

"Where did those slaves just go?"

The middle-aged city guard had an expressionless face and a low voice, which combined with the gun in his hand, was full of intimidation.

"There...run there!"

The man in the house points west.

The middle-aged city guard looked back from the corner of his eye, made sure that the other people's attention was not here, and cleared his throat.

"Okay, close the door."

The man in the room nodded and bowed and gently closed the door, as if he had been granted amnesty.

The middle-aged city guard turned around to make a report.

"That's where they're going!" He pointed to the east.

So Captain Leng Touqing, who was eager to make great achievements, gave an order and a group of people ran eastward.

"It's over, it's over. Let's take care of each other for a while. The slave has a powerful bomb in his hand!"

"It's okay..."

The middle-aged city guard smiled proudly.

But fate always plays tricks on people. When a muscular snapper fish-man with a naked upper body and the mark of the Heavenly Dragon's Hoof printed on the center of his chest appeared in front of the team, the middle-aged city guard was in despair.

"Damn it, bad luck!"

Before he even pulled the trigger, he was punched by the rushing fish-man and his chest collapsed, making him unable to breathe.