The waves of the sea always play out their own story at every moment, it's a prelude or an epilogue. Blood splashed and dyed the sea red, the unfathomable shadows of the deep sea, a seemingly fragmented picture, but few people can peek at the intertwining buried under the wreckage.
It's like a huge painting outlined by splash-ink, quietly unfolding, vaguely intersecting texture. It's hard for people to guess what kind of strange and terrifying painting is being painted by the black brush until the last moment.
The strong and nauseating smell of blood, the pirate ships fiercely collided with each other, the deck was filled with cruel and ferocious fighting.
William tore open the pirate's throat with his sword. He watched as the pirate covered his neck, blood flowing from his fingers. He ran forward and kicked the corpse away. At the same time, he used the momentum to climb up the mast. The blood-stained blade cut through the flagpole.
The pirate flag with the hyena pattern fell on the deck, and the bloody skull rose up. William leaned over and shouted, "Either join our Red Skull Pirates, or all of you will die!"
The pirates with red cloth wrapped around their arms raised their weapons and roared madly. On another pirate ship with the Red Skull flag, Calci narrowed his eyes and looked at the battle that was nearing its end. He glanced at the pirates on the deck who were particularly cold and indifferent. He licked his lips slightly, "William is really desperate!"
"I now believe that he is a pirate." Novi played with the poisoned dagger in his hand and said, "His prestige on the ship is increasing."
"Humph!" Calci coldly snorted, his expression was somewhat gloomy, "The news just came from the sea, the Dragon Pirates were jointly annihilated by Navy Branch 153 and Navy Branch 153 … Calculating the time, the next batch of support from Navy Branch 153 will be sent over."
Calci was now aware of the fear of asking a tiger for its skin, as well as the crisis of riding a tiger. He took a deep breath and jumped onto the opposite pirate ship with his sword. Without any explanation, he stabbed the opposite pirate captain and said, "Either you join or you die. Once we get rid of you, our Red Skull Pirates will immediately look for our next target. We don't have time to waste with you."
"Captain!" William slid down from the mast, his tone respectful.
Pulling out his blade, Calci's blood sprayed on his face, making him look extremely bloodthirsty. He looked deeply at William and smiled, "William, you've done well. From now on, this ship and the new crew will be under your command." Calci nodded and said, "William, you've done well.
…
Colorful Rock Island.
A few merchant ships loaded with colored stone ore hung their sails and set sail. A small merchant alliance was formed under Lombarde's leadership. It was called the "Longstone" Merchant Alliance.
Regarding this, Navy Branch 153 didn't interfere. In fact, they were happy to see this happen. They only sent a group of friendly "sailors" to act as guards for the Chamber of Commerce.
Shields Town.
After Yarlin took control of Navy Branch 153, the original high-pressure policy of Colonel Monca was completely abolished. The Brotherhood in the town also existed in name only. The ruins of the original outer area of the town were gradually razed and cleared.
In a room with a long wooden table, murky and abstract oil paintings hung on the walls. Sturgeon suddenly turned his head to look at the door that had been pushed open without him noticing. A man in a military uniform was standing at the door, gently stroking the wall with his finger.
Tank's pupils suddenly shrank, his voice trembled imperceptibly. Outsiders didn't know, they thought that Navy Branch 153 was still ruled by Colonel Monca. But he was very clear that the man in front of him with the rank of Second Lieutenant was the real ruler of the Marine.
"The red and black colors make people depressed." Yarlin pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyes were cold as he looked at Tank.
"I don't really know how to appreciate these things. If Lieutenant Yarlin doesn't like it, I'll get someone to remove it. Just like the Brotherhood now, it exists in name only." Tank's eyes quietly swept past Yarlin and looked at the quiet corridor behind the door. It was so quiet outside that it seemed like there was no one alive.
"Some time ago, there was some chaos in the branch. Members of the Brotherhood were involved." Arlen crossed his legs. His gaze was as sharp as a knife as he stared at Sky. His voice was bone-chilling, without a trace of warmth. "You don't think I've forgotten about this matter, do you?"
Without giving Tank a chance to explain, Yarlin stretched out a finger and waved it in front of his face. "It's okay. I'm a generous person. I'm willing to give you a chance to make up for your mistakes."
Tank met Yarlin's cold eyes and could only bite the bullet. "Please speak!"
"As far as I know, there are two wineries under the Brotherhood's name. At the same time, our Navy Branch 153 will support you with two merchant ships and some people." Yarlin's mouth curved into a strange arc. "I need you to use these as your starting capital and join an organization called 'Long Stone Chamber of Commerce'."
"Long Stone Chamber of Commerce?" Tank had never heard of this name. He repeated it twice to remember the name. He looked at Yarlin in confusion. "I understand. I'll find a way to join this chamber of commerce. Then what do I have to do?"
"You don't have to do anything. Just be a good member of the chamber of commerce!" Yarlin smiled coldly and turned to leave.
Tank watched Yarlin leave. The clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat. He slowly walked toward the door and stuck his head out of the corridor. Then he opened his mouth and sucked in a breath of cold air.
Two rows of figures stood quietly in the corridor, all staring at him with cold eyes. He recognized these faces, they were originally members of the Brotherhood. Later, they joined the Marine and were brainwashed to completely betray the Brotherhood. He did not expect that they would be sent back by the Marine today.
"Chief, we're back!"
It was a neat and cold greeting, but Sky only felt a chill run up his spine from the soles of his feet. He reached out to support himself against the wall and felt his scalp go numb.
… ….
Marine 44th Branch.
The warship painted with forty-four characters was slowly patrolling the sea. The fish in the depths of the bottom of the ship were suddenly disturbed and fled in all directions. A huge shadow in the deep sea was rapidly rising. The sea began to boil and roll. A sharp long hook pierced out of the sea and immediately pierced through the warship diagonally. The gurgling sea water crazily flooded in.
Cries of alarm and wretched howls instantly broke the silence!
That was not a long hook, but a ferocious giant horn. It pulled back with a "whoosh" sound, causing wood splinters and waves to fill the sky. The terrifying bloodthirsty eye stared at the reflection of the warship under the sea …
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