Pirates: Green Bull Marshal

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(); It started to rain in the shampoo field. It wasn’t very heavy. It was a drizzle. It was very dense. When it sprinkled on the ground, it would raise a light mist. This added a little bit to the first night when the hotel street was restored to control. hazy.

Because of the rain, the streets that were originally bright day and night were also much quieter at this time.

Only the gorgeous electric lights and simple lanterns on both sides illuminate the road for the patrolling navy in the night rain.

It was late at night.

But the area 70 under the rain is indeed undercurrents, a figure with a cold glow in his hand is moving at high speed under the cover of night.

Their locations are scattered, appearing from various buildings or dark corners.

But the main direction is basically the same, the main road!

"A team of nine people."

"Six swordsmen, three gunmen."

Heitian, dressed in black, hid behind the wall of a small hotel on the side of the street, and carefully looked at a team of marines approaching. There were five other men in the same black clothes near him, but the weapons in their hands were guns. There are knives.

"Watch out for the shooter in the middle, he's wearing a mini phone bug on his wrist!"

"I'll get rid of him first, and then you guys will go!"

"Yes!" The people in black responded in a low voice.

When the naval patrol successfully entered the ambush point, Kuroda took out a short musket from his chest. This was a rare item, and only someone like him who considered himself a gunman would find a way to get it.

【boom! 】

The ground was obviously made of tree roots but was covered with a layer of grass. Just a second before he raised his hand to aim, countless green lights shot out from the bottom up.

"Ah!"

"what?!"

The miserable scream resounded through the rain curtain.

He saw that Kuroda's wrists, arms, and thighs were covered with short and sharp herbs.

When he fell painfully on the rainy ground, there were faint green spots on the soles of his shoes.

Gradually, he was like a water bottle with countless small holes. Slender blood streams flowed out of his body, and then gathered together with the rainwater, forming a pale red pool of blood under his body.

Kuroda, who couldn't stop howling, saw the sailors running over in the rain, and also saw the miserable conditions of his men.

It seems to be the same as myself.

The body is covered with green grass like silver needles?

The screams he just uttered seem to have opened the curtain for tonight, and wailing and gunshots began to be heard one after another in the distance.

A similar disturbance occurred at the shipyard a large area away from here.

The bosses hidden behind the scenes were opening champagne, drinking sake, and enjoying the sounds that represented death and pain. They seemed to see a wonderful scene of a sailor patrolling the streets falling into blood.

Those screams should be from them, right?

Hahahaha!

I believe that with the lessons learned tonight, that bullshit horn of justice will stop.

If once is not enough, then do it two more times, three times.

We dare not do anything to the naval base.

Also admit that you are powerful.

But it’s normal for these marines on the street to have accidents. After all, this is a shampoo place!

"what----"

"Help me take these things away, please!" Beside the main road in Area 56, a man with a fleshy face frantically begged for help from the surrounding sailors. He didn't even care about the knife beside him. .

The sailors looked at each other in confusion as they looked at this guy who was covered in a layer of green thorns.

They had only run past when they heard the cries coming from here.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the narrow trail, I saw more than a dozen figures lying on the ground, and each of them had different injuries.

Some, like this big man, were tightly entangled in thorny thorns.

Some of them were covered with green grass, and there was even an unlucky guy whose legs were corroded by a layer of green juice.

The main road of District 76, the core of Hotel Street, should be the busiest place tonight.

At this time, there were about twenty thugs with muskets in their hands, and they were constantly firing towards the observation tower, and one guy even carried a bazooka!

【boom----】

The rocket warhead broke through the rain curtain driven by the flame tail and hit the first-floor wooden door of the observation deck.

The hot fire evaporated the surrounding rain instantly, and a thick steam enveloped the wooden building.

"Hey, it should be broken, right?" The thug who fired the bazooka sneered.

"It's just made of broken wood. It's really easy to get ten million beli!"

His arrogant remarks immediately received a lot of praise from his subordinates around him.

"Attention, kids, the navy inside is about to rush... uh..." When the steam dissipated, the intact wooden door in front of him stopped him from talking.

But strictly speaking, it is not without effect. There is indeed a layer of burnt black on the surface.

"How is it possible? This, this is a rocket launcher. It can't destroy a broken wooden building?"

He began to suspect that he bought a fake.

But at this time, the wooden building began to launch a counterattack. The marines opened small holes from the inside, stretched out the muzzles of their guns and fired continuously at the thugs. At the same time, three people also appeared from the top of the building and shot down.

The power of the bullet has little effect on the strong, but it is also super lethal to the middle and low-level people!

"run!"

"Run!!"

The large number of casualties immediately caused the thugs to collapse. They fled in all directions regardless of the shouts and threats of so and so. However, the countless herbs shot out from the ground kept them alive around the observation tower, and they could only let the sailors above despair. Shot one by one.

The night passed slowly as the light rain stopped. When the sun rose again, people walked out of their houses nervously and found that the street was peaceful as usual.

Originally imagined that there were no bomb craters, blood stains, broken knives, or even corpses.

In the distance came a group of high-spirited patrols.

Their expressionless demeanor, as if those disturbing noises last night were all a dream.

"Last night, our side had fifty-six minor injuries, zero serious injuries, and zero deaths. We killed 112 thugs. Thirty-four lightly wounded and 51 seriously wounded were arrested. Most of them were They all lost too much blood!”

Brigadier General Bivis stood straight in front of the desk and reported, but he looked at Vidal with incomparably hot and awe-inspiring eyes.

Strong, reliable, and with a strong background, this is their impression of this new boss.

"Yes, as long as no one dies." Vidal nodded while leaning on the armchair, thinking to himself that his busy night was not in vain.

But the Chambord Islands are indeed his home field, so it's really convenient to do business here!

"May I ask how to deal with those thugs?"

"Select those with bounties on them and send them to Impel Down City, and those without bounties on them..."

Vidal paused for a moment, but he was not worrying about how to deal with them, but habitually thinking about whether there is any place for these garbage to be used.

"Lock it up first, I'll meet them sometime."

Brigadier General Beavis glanced at Vidal suspiciously, but still chose to comply.

"Yes!"

"Well, you've been busy all night. Go get some rest. Don't let up in the next few months."

"Yes!" But just when Brigadier General Beavis turned around and was about to leave, Vidal suddenly stopped him.

"By the way, I remember you are a swordsman, right?" "Yes, you just broke through to become a swordsman last year, and you were promoted to brigadier general!" Bivis said proudly.

"Yes, then this wooden knife is for you, use it well." Vidal smiled and took out a wooden knife with an ordinary green handle from under the table, and then gently pushed it to the other end of the table.

"This is......"

"It's nothing, it's just a wooden knife that's as good as a sharp knife. You can name it yourself."

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