The silver fox general of the pirate

Akloso Island, located in the Great Sea Route, is a prosperous medium-sized island.

There is no order and no rules on this island, and the law of the jungle that the strong prey on the strong is the last word.

Unless one is particularly strong, or has influence behind him, he may be knocked out and sold off at any time as soon as he sets foot on this island.

There are non-F gatherings, human K trafficking, drug P trading, etc. here. There is no humanity or conscience here, and there are only power and money.

Inhumanity, burning and plundering are just the normal state of this island. It is a paradise for all pirates and criminals. As long as you have money and power, you can get everything you want here.

Treasures, women, power, slaves, and even yourself can be sold, only you can't think of anything you can't buy.

This is one of the darkest places in the whole world, just in the middle class.

That is to say, there are crazier and darker places in this world, not even Akloso Island, because those places are the bases of the real bosses in the underground world, or they are owned by some powerful pirate groups. territory.

Here, even the navy has no right to intervene.

Although this island is very dark, it is extremely prosperous. There is no order on the surface, but there are invisible rules in the dark.

These are limited to a few powerful figures.

These big men want order, then there is order, and if they don't want it, there is no order.

A day later, the island attracted a man, a fish and a duck.

The man and the fish have been camouflaged, and the duck has also been painted a little bit. I don’t know what was painted on the whole body. If it weren’t for those two big eyes that blinked, you might not be able to spot a duck standing here in the dark. It was pitch black.

"Brother Tiger, what did you paint Donald Duck? It looks like an African duck."

Foxy wears a peaked hat, draws a clown costume, and also wears a clown costume, but the makeup is too cute, just like the Qban clown is not scary or spooky at all.

Tiger next to him also made a disguise, wrapped tightly all over his body, wearing sunglasses and a towel around him at night, looking like an Indian.

"African duck? What kind of duck is that?"

Tiger couldn't understand Foxy's words.

"Don't care about those details, it's a distant relative of Donald Duck."

"Gawu, do I have any relatives in Africa? Last time you said that I have relatives who can fly and discharge electricity."

Donald Duck was very excited.

"Hush, can you keep your voice down, I will take you to meet your relatives when you have time."

With a slap on Donald Duck's head, Foxy put his hand to his mouth.

"Gahoo."

Donald Duck was sneaky and nodded like a thief.

"Remember, the color powder on our body cannot be exposed to high temperature, otherwise it will disappear."

Tiger intervened.

"What kind of pigment is this? It doesn't disappear when it encounters water, but it disappears when it encounters high temperature."

Foxy was a little curious.

"This is extracted from deep-sea corals, let's make a plan."

One person, one fish and one duck squatted in the dark, and began to discuss plans.

"According to the rules, we sneak into the freight company first, there must be a place where slaves are held, Foxy and I are tasked with rescuing these people, and your task, Donald Duck, is to set fire to the city.

I have already found out that there are no ordinary people on this island, all of them are some heinous pirates or criminals, we need a big fire to attract attention. "

"Leave it to Donald Duck, he is good at setting fire to robbery."

Foxy never doubted Donald Duck's ability to set fire to robbery.

"Gahoo."

Donald Duck also patted his chest, swearing frankly.

"Everyone, be careful, especially if Donald Duck runs away as soon as something goes wrong. We are here to save people. If you can't resist directly, don't resist. Your task is to set fire."

"Gahoo."

Donald Duck nodded seriously.

"Start to act, wait."

"What's wrong?"

"Gahoo?"

Both Foxy and Donald looked at Tiger.

"Donald Duck, where did you get the sack?"

Tiger looked at the big sacks that Donald Duck was holding in his left wing in astonishment.

Foxy twitched. He knew that Donald Duck had an occupational disease. How could this guy set fire and not rob?

"Gawu, I'll go first."

It disappeared with a whiff, and Donald Duck was covered in pitch black, so it was no different from the night.

"Brother Tiger, let's go too!"

The two disappeared in place, and it didn't take long to come to the dark part of a heavily guarded castle, which was full of guards with muskets, machine guns, and even rocket launchers.

"Foxey, this is where Pradani, the owner of the shipping company, lives. During the day, I inquired that there are many slaves there. Now we have to divide our troops into two groups."

"Brother Tiger, you are in charge here, let me go to the headquarters of the freight company!"

Foxy thought for a while and said.

"You must know that there are Pradani's right-hand assistants in the headquarters of the freight company. They are all animal-type abilities. Can you handle it?"

Tiger was a little worried about Foxy.

"Brother Tiger, I will come back alive. We will meet at the designated place in three hours."

Foxy patted Tiger on the shoulder, and then disappeared without a sound.

Although Tiger was still a little worried, he knew that Foxy was very strong, and the shaving just shown was enough to avoid many dangers.

At the same moment, the town on the east side of the castle suddenly burst into flames, accompanied by explosions and noise from time to time, obviously Donald Duck played a role.

I don't know how this guy set the fire, anyway, the momentum was huge, and the flames rose like oil.

Half the sky was burning red.

the other side.

The headquarters of the freight company is also a heavily guarded place. This is the factory of the freight company, which is rich in various contraband and newly captured slaves, and there are two groups of people who happen to be trading.

The tightly closed steel gate suddenly opened, and some of the guards at the gate turned into corpses. Foxy swaggered in, smoking a cigarette, and greeted the two groups of people.

"Keep busy, I'll just pass by."

After speaking, without waiting for the two groups to answer, Foxy began to stroll by talking to himself.

This is a warehouse, and you can see that the cages are full of slaves in ragged clothes, shivering and squatting together. There are humans, long-handed people, and fur people.

There are also some munitions and poisons, but compared to the slaves, they are only a small part, and the majority are still these slaves.

Seeing the fear and despair in the eyes of those slaves, Foxy took a deep breath. There was no pity or sympathy in his eyes, but indifference.

Because it made him see himself, who was so fearful and desperate back then.

The reason why he can ignore it is because he is soberly aware that he is not yet qualified to have pity and sympathy.

The weak do not even have the right to choose to die, and only the winners are entitled to such luxuries as kindness and sympathy.

If Foxy wants to have these luxuries now, then he is looking for death beyond his limits.

It is also because he is sober that even his blood is cold now. .

I've been having insomnia lately, waking up every 16 hours.