The Laughing Clown in Pirate

The sky was slightly bright, and a gradient of colors from light blue to dark blue appeared on the horizon. The holy places were still burning, and those that were about to be burned out had gray or black smoke billowing upwards.

The sounds of fierce battles and explosions have disappeared, leaving only sporadic sounds of encounters and the groans of the injured coming from a distance.

"Quiet... Joffrey, you have to be quiet!"

"To put it lightly, you can cut off a finger and try it. Oops..."

Joffrey replied angrily and groaned in pain again. He took his uninjured hand and patted the shoulder of his companion next to him, motioning for him to get out of the way. He lay on the edge of the wall bricks, Joffrey pressed against the space between the wall bricks.

hole, looking out.

He only saw empty streets, charred walls and charred corpses with weapons stuck in them.

But judging from the fact that he could see everything in front of him effortlessly, it was already dawn.

"The time has come, do you want to rush out, Joffrey!"

The companion behind him asked, he was not really asking for Joffrey's opinion, he was just looking for support.

"How can such a small number of people go out? Go out and become cannon fodder! Idiots!"

Joffrey turned around and said angrily to the people behind him. His eyes scanned the people in the room.

The original owner of the house was tied to the corner by them, with purple bruises on his face and Joffrey's smelly socks stuffed in his mouth.

The man who just spoke was a strong man, about 250 centimeters tall, holding tightly the gun he snatched from the corpse of the city guard. The gun had no bullets, but the handle and barrel were strong enough to be used.

There is also a dancing girl with a bulging front and back. She has some self-defense skills, but that's all. In her hand is a kitchen knife taken from the owner of the house. Joffrey really wants to have a passionate kiss and have a deep communication with her after escaping.

In fact, he didn't mind before, but he was afraid of being poked in a few holes. Putting aside men's hormonal reveries, rationally speaking, this woman is not as useful as a strong man.

There are also a few thin and slightly disabled men. After experiencing a long life of slavery, they are already malnourished and have little fighting ability. In their hands, they hold rolling pins, pot lids, skewers, etc.

Ridiculous stuff.

Only the thing in Joffrey's hands was the most useful. It was a pirate steel knife with a thick blade and a few fresh notches on the blade, but it didn't affect its use at all.

Joffrey's missing fingers were chopped off while fighting the city guards with this steel knife. At that time, he was just chopping and hacking, and felt that the knife was a bit slippery. Only after he ran away did he realize the severe pain of the broken finger.

Joffrey has been a sailor for more than half a year and has fought against pirates once, so he feels that he is the best here.

After glancing around, Joffrey looked at the street through the hole in the wall again.

The neglected orange-haired little girl stood nervously in the corner. She looked at the original landlord who was whining at her and looking pitifully at him, wondering whether he should remove their smelly socks.

Because she saw that they seemed to have difficulty breathing.

"Don't do that, you'll get in trouble!"

The dancer gently picked up the little girl and let her sit on her knees, with her back against her soft breasts.

Pat, pat, the dancer heard the footsteps of her feet on the stagnant water.

"Hey, has the attack started?" the dancer asked.

Joffrey did not look back, he did see several fishmen running past just now.

"Very good, let the impulsive fishman take the lead for us."

Soon after, there were more slaves.

In the distance, there was singing, the melody was passionate, and it was obvious that the slaves were gathering.

"Get out of the way, we're going out!"

The slaves with sallow complexions and slight disabilities said:

"Hey, are you going out to die now? The smart way is to wait until they are almost at the same level, and then..."

Joffrey swallowed his words mid-sentence. He saw those people just staring at him coldly!

"Okay, okay! Good luck to you."

Joffrey said, unlocking the door and letting them out.

"If you are caught, don't tell us where we are!"

Finally, he added another offensive word and slammed the door.

Soon after, the singing was replaced by the sounds of battle, gunfire, and explosions.

Joffrey trembled slightly as he listened to these voices.

"Joffrey, shouldn't we go too?"

The strong man holding the gun asked Joffrey.

"Shut up, wait, wait until..."

"You are still not a man!" The dancer stood up angrily and raised the knife.

"Get out of my way, I'm going out!"

"This is not a question of whether you are a man enough, but the probability of escape, do you understand the probability!"

"The odds are ridiculous. Are you just going to wait for others to fail and then go back to live a life of slavery?"

The woman looked at him with disdain, which made Joffrey's blood boil. He stood up suddenly, hugged the woman and kissed her. The woman scratched his arm, causing the skin to bleed.

"Ah!" Joffrey cried out in pain and let go of his hand.

"Don't act like a hooligan to me, I don't like such a coward!"

"Bah, I want you to see what it means to fight one against a hundred!"

Joffrey spat, then turned around and walked up to the orange-haired girl.

"Little girl, when the fight breaks out, hide in a place with few people, do you understand?"

"Yes...yes..."

"Take this!"

Joffrey said as he put a short dagger into the little girl's hand and rubbed the little girl's head hard.

"Stop being so stupid and be smart!"

"Scumbags, Uncle Joffrey is here!"

He kicked the door open and walked onto the street with his head held high.

……………………

On the sacred stairs, the murderous Joffrey waved his steel knife indiscriminately. The dancer was lying next to him, and a ferocious wound opened the dancer's delicate face. The tall and strong man danced with his gun butt.

Steel Pipe, with several gunshot wounds on his body, became completely motionless after vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood.

Boom! Boom! Boom! There was another shelling, and the bomb exploded behind Joffrey. The impact caused Joffrey to roll down. Fortunately, there were people and corpses underneath him.

A man fell on Joffrey. Joffrey wanted to push him away, but his groggy mind suddenly realized that it was the clothes of the city guard.

So he stabbed the person on his body a few times, and the person on his body stopped moving.

Just as he was about to push the man away, the bright saber stabbed Joffrey in the head.

Poof! The slender iron stick pierced the man's neck. Joffrey's right hand was pulled up and he stood up straight.

The skinny slave holding the ridiculous barbecue iron skewer now had a dazzling sword light in his hand, and each time the sword was thrust out, he took away a city guard.

"Yes, it's the thigh, follow him!"

Boom! The heavy artillery bombarded the huge statues on both sides of the sacred stairs, causing the rubble to roll down and the flesh and blood to scatter everywhere.

Joffrey, who was dizzy, was lucky enough to avoid disaster between two rolling gravels.

He turned around and looked up. The sacred stairs were covered with corpses. Slaves were stepping on the corpses, rushing down like a wave of blood. Looking up, he saw the already blue sky.

"Don't look back, heaven is down, my friend!"

The slave running by was carrying a saxophone on his back and wearing performance clothes.

"Yeah...heaven downwards!"

"Because hell is in this world, high in the clouds!"

"Scumbags, Uncle Joffrey is here!!!!"