The special ten-blade cat claw made Calci's pupils shrink. He stared at Crowe, a bounty notice he saw a few years ago appeared in his mind. He hissed, "You're Crowe, the captain of the original Black Cats. But, aren't you dead?"
Crowe just stared at Calci with dark eyes, his glasses reflected a thick murderous intent.
Calci looked at the expressionless Yarlin, the fog on the deck was filled with haze. After a long while, Calci's face squeezed out an ugly smile. When he spoke, the muscles on his face trembled, "How could that be? Since we're all pirate brothers, then we should eat on the same ship. But since you've hung the flag of the Red Skull, then you have to follow the rules of the Red Skull."
Calci naturally didn't believe Crowe's nonsense, but the situation was stronger than the person, he had no choice but to believe it. He could only bite the bullet and accept this group of "pirates".
"You can rest assured that as long as you don't let them commit suicide, they will obey the orders of the Red Skull Captain." Yarlin knew that this was Calci's bottom line, so he wouldn't force him. At present, he still needed to put Calci on the surface. He said faintly, his eyes inadvertently swept towards William who was standing under the mast in the distance.
William was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with a red scarf tied around his arm. His expression was constantly changing. He noticed that Yarlin said "obey the orders of the Red Skull Captain" and not "obey the orders of Calci".
Behind him stood six or seven ferocious-looking pirates. Judging from the position, William should be the leader. During this time, he also surrounded a circle of pirates in the Red Skull Pirates who listened to his orders.
"I hope that the next time we meet, the Red Skull Pirates will be stronger." Yarlin waved his hand to end the short meeting.
In the distant fog, a warship slowly approached as if it received a signal. Yarlin and Crowe boarded the warship and returned.
Calci stared at the two pirate ships that were nominally under his command. He looked at the warships in the distance with dread. In his mind, the words "asking a tiger for its skin" appeared.
He spat on the deck with a murderous look on his face and said to the pirates below: "We have to work and clean up all the small pirate groups around this sea."
Calci also understood that if he doesn't want to be completely controlled by the Marines, the best way is to quickly swallow the small pirates around him and strengthen himself. As long as the number of "pirates" supported by the Marines is maintained within a certain range, he can still control the entire pirate group.
On the warship.
"That red skeleton seems to be very unwilling!" Klaus said viciously, "Rather than that, why don't we switch to a more obedient puppet?"
"Don't worry. Even if we replace the puppet, we have to operate slowly. The Red Skull Pirates are an important chess piece. We can't leave too heavy a trace that would make people realize that they are related to our Navy Branch 153." Ya Erlin looked at the vast sea and said, "In this sea, there will always be newcomers who have to step on the corpses of the old in order to rise to prominence. This is the only way to act."
In the end, raising pirates is a work of walking on a tightrope. From the beginning, it is best to reduce the traces of deliberate chiseling. After all, Marines and pirates should be two distinct camps.
Klaus looked at the sea in Yarlin's eyes and his face showed that he understood something.
… … …
153 Branch.
Prison.
Li Pa stared at the empty cell with a malicious expression. Her throat squirmed as she let out an angry roar. The distorted and inhuman roar reverberated throughout the entire prison. The jailer in the aisle had an indifferent and emotionless expression on his face.
"They didn't come out, they didn't come out, they left from another place!"
Lippa felt that there was a burning flame in his chest that wanted to burst out of his throat. He didn't understand why the guy named Klaus wasn't left in this prison. Why was that man able to leave alive while he was imprisoned in this monster's lair with a group of half-dead jailers?
He didn't dare to leave the main gate of the prison. Although he seemed to be the warden of this prison and all the jailers would listen to his orders, this was limited to him not leaving here. Once he dared to cross the white warning line, these jailers would immediately kill him without mercy and plant his body under the flowerbed.
Cold, cramped, strange, lifeless … Lippa had noticed that his heart had begun to change. At the beginning, he pitied the pirates, but numbly comforted himself that all pirates deserved to die. Now, he was completely indifferent to life. To be precise, he was indifferent to the death of others. Now, what he looked forward to most every day was that the main gate of the prison would open and new prisoners would be escorted in. Although he deeply knew what kind of cruel consequences awaited those prisoners, he didn't care. All he wanted was to listen to the voices of his kind. Even if it was some obscene insults or mournful howls, it began to sound pleasant in Lippa's ears.
Although the jailers had simple thoughts, they didn't have any emotions. They were stingy with their words.
In such a gloomy and strange prison, any normal person would be driven crazy. Furthermore, Lippa was both a warden and a prisoner. This made it even easier for him to lose his mind.
Perhaps like those prisoners, death was the true release. However, Li Pa, who had seen the true face of this mother nest, knew that death was not necessarily the end here. The most frightening thing was that he didn't know whether the prison guards still retained their memories of the past. Were they still alive or dead?
Lippa was indifferent to the life and death of others, but he was afraid of death. He was far more afraid of death than ordinary people. Yarlin used this prison to plant fear in his heart that seeped into his soul.
Distortion, resentment, madness, jealousy, fear … His soul was woven together, making him inexplicably want to kill and curse Klaur, a man he had only met once.
Screaming, Lippa lay on the bed. In the end, he didn't dare to explore the nest alone. Even if there was a way out to the outside world, he didn't have the courage. His feet had long been shackled firmly in this prison.
After locking the cell door, he turned around and walked towards another hidden cell. There was a burly figure lying quietly on the bed. Li Pa was holding a bowl of mushy food in her hands and using a spoon to feed it into the other person's mouth.
"I'm not like you. I won't stay here forever. Sooner or later," Lippa murmured, "Lieutenant Yarlin will allow me to go out …"
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