I summon heroic spirits in the world of pirates

The originally lively street suddenly became extremely quiet. There were many people on this street, but at this time they all retreated to the street, lowered their heads, and knelt on the ground with their hands on the ground.

Some of them looked frightened, with sweat dripping from their foreheads.Some people looked unhappy, but they could only lower their heads and stare at the ground with angry eyes.

This is the kind of treatment only those who claim to be "descendants of the Creator" can enjoy, whether they are afraid of them or filled with hatred and anger.As long as he appears, most people who fear him and hate him can only lower their heads.

The Celestial Dragon appeared, a man in bloated clothes and a bubble helmet sitting on the strong slave he bought and moving forward slowly.

He has become very accustomed to such scenes of thousands of people kneeling on their knees, and he doesn't even show a proud smile when passing by.

Behind him, several men in suits followed closely with their hands behind their backs without saying a word.

Saint Charros, a guy among the Celestial Dragons who likes to hang out in the Chambord Islands from time to time.

The man he used as his mount was a pirate who once had a bounty of 500 million berries and a large fleet of 100 people.Later, he was defeated in a battle with other pirates and the pirate group was destroyed. He was caught by human traffickers because he was seriously injured. Finally, he was bought by Saint Charlos on the grounds that he was strong enough to be used as a horse.

The man who was crawling slowly clenched his teeth. Being treated as a mount by the Tianlong people was an insult to him, but he had no choice. The only way he could survive was to hold on to the earth and move forward slowly. He would still survive.

Because he was sent away by his own crew. At that time, his crew members hoped that their captain could survive before they died.

So if a man wants to live, even so... he must live!

……

But Saint Charles felt a little bored.

He waved his hand behind him, and a man in a suit immediately came forward and asked: "Dear Saint Charles, what can I do for you?"

Saint Charles patted the man below on the shoulder, and the man knew that this meant asking him to stop.

After stopping, Saint Charles stepped on the ground with the support of the man in a suit.

"Change me," said Charles Saint. "He's too slow."

The man raised his head suddenly, his eyes bloodshot.

He wants to say that he can still go faster, please rest assured, but his life since becoming a slave has been really terrible, and even his food is pitiful. How can he still have the strength to maintain speed with a fat man sitting on him? It's stable.

The man in the suit nodded expressionlessly and took out his notebook and pen and started writing and drawing. Saint Charles also took out his pistol.

The people kneeling around who had been paying attention with hidden eyes had turned their heads, and more people closed their eyes not wanting to see the next scene.

At this time, this pirate who once had 500 million beli just turned back to look at Saint Charlos, with unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

"What's that look in your eyes?" Saint Charlos said, "Are you trying to question my decision? Despicable slave!"

Without giving the man a chance to reply, Saint Charles pulled the trigger.

Gunshots rang out, followed by the sound of flesh being hit by bullets and the man's muffled groan.

Perhaps it was the desire to survive that gave him the last burst of strength. The man dodged the fatal shot of the bullet and did not let it be hit in the vital part.

The men in suits behind Saint Charles immediately wanted to take action when they saw it.

"Oh? It's interesting." Saint Charles said, "Being able to dodge a shot is really because I underestimated you. You are a good slave."

Then he moved the gun tip to the man again.

"But since we have already shot you, there is no point in keeping you. Let's kill you." Saint Charles said.

And at this moment...

"Hit, gunshot wounds. The bullet was in the leg, and there were other injuries of varying degrees on the body."

A cold voice rang out on this quiet street.

The pink-haired woman passed through the crowd of people kneeling on the street and appeared in front of the slave man in an instant.

She was wearing gloves and had a serious expression on her beautiful face.

"Don't worry, I will cure you. Until then, please endure the pain." Nightingale said, "Please stay alive."

……

This should be regarded as an accident.

No one would have thought that someone on the street where the Celestial Dragons were would rush out to treat a slave not far in front of the Celestial Dragons.

Did she die? !

Or is she so stupid that she doesn’t even know who the Celestial Dragons are? !

People on both sides of the street raised their heads slightly in surprise, looking at Nightingale in the middle of the street at a loss.

Even the slave man was like this. He was already in poor health and had no strength after being shot by the Saint of Charros.

The reason why he could still see Nightingale clearly was because this desperate woman suddenly rushed out and said to him, "Please stay alive."

Although he was once a pirate, at this moment the man just wanted to tell this unknown woman to run away.

If she didn't escape, she would definitely die.

Nightingale didn't care about the people behind her. All she had to do now was heal the injured she saw.

……

The men in suits protecting Saint Charles stood in front of Nightingale the moment he rushed out, and Saint Charles also stopped after seeing Nightingale. He wanted to shoot the slave. Actions.

He looked at Nightingale blankly for a while, and then said to the people on the side: "I have fallen in love with her. Let's take her back to be my 10th wife."

A man in a suit nodded immediately.

"Then, let's check this young lady into Marigio immediately." The man in suit said.

St. Charles nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Nightingale who was busy: "Hey, did you hear? You are my wife now, follow me."

In his opinion, his decision was a great gift to Nightingale.

But Nightingale ignored Charles Saint, and instead asked the slave being treated to endure the pain and then took out the bullet that had just hit the slave man's leg.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Saint Charles raised his voice.

"Now, in treatment!" Nightingale turned back sharply, "Quiet."

Saint Charles was dumbfounded. It seemed that he had never been told this by a common woman.

Anger swept over him for a moment.

"It's decided, I'm going to kill you." Saint Charles raised his pistol.

"Then, cancel her check-in procedure at Mariejoia now." The man in the suit pushed up his sunglasses.

Saint Charles pulled the trigger at the same time, and bullets shot out of the gun.

……

The next moment, there seemed to be a flash of silver light.

Nightingale turned and waved her arms, and the bullet flying toward her split in half under her scalpel.

"You want to interrupt my treatment?"

Her face darkened, and the ground beneath her feet seemed to be wailing for mercy.