Craggy rocks surrounded the area, and there were broken rocks everywhere. Trees stubbornly took root in the cracks, and the willow branches were mottled. When the wind blew, they would bare their fangs and brandish their claws, like a group of ghosts growing in the darkness.
Behind the shelter of a huge rock, in the fragmentary sunlight that penetrated through the shadows of trees and strange rocks, there was a curled up figure. He was wearing a gray hooded short-sleeved shirt, and his exposed arm was wrapped in a circle of bandages. It seemed that blood was still oozing out of the bandages. It was Li Pa.
He untied the bandage and glanced at the charred wound that was hit by the bullet. The edge of the wound was yellow pus, and the hole in the middle was emitting a foul smell. Black blood flowed out, and the exposed blood vessels on the side of the skin were faintly black. It was obviously infected.
After quickly putting on a clean bandage, Lippa climbed up the rock next to him and looked toward the coast. The shadow of a ferocious warship seemed to outline a hazy shadow under the reflection of the waves. The warship was docked, and the white seagull flag fluttered in the air. The white lacquered letters "153" were unusually eye-catching on the ship.
Before the warship had settled down, two teams of naval soldiers jumped from the side of the ship onto the shore, and then spread out to search the dense forest of boulders on the island.
"… Damn it!" Lippa's face was extremely ugly. He cursed in his heart, "Even if you want to act realistically, can't you let me catch my breath?"
On the warship, a stern-looking sergeant, who was also a member of the Freemasonry, held up his binoculars and looked far behind him. At the edge of his blurred vision, there was an inconspicuous black dot hovering and cruising. It seemed to be hesitating whether to approach or not.
"Hmph, what a slow reaction. I thought the drama these days was for the blind to see!" The sergeant sneered in his heart, then put down his binoculars and ordered the deputy next to him, "Fire at the island and make some noise."
Boom!
The roar of the cannons was like thunder, and the deafening echoes reverberated over the sea. The black dot behind seemed to have received some kind of order, and began to accelerate towards them. It turned out to be a huge warship, and the sails were whistling in the sea breeze.
The sergeant grinned and ordered the soldiers below, "Lippa is on this island. According to the order of Colonel Yarlin, find him and kill him!"
More naval soldiers lined up and disembarked, spreading out in a fan shape and preparing to search the island.
"Colonel Smoker, the warship of 153 Branch fired at the island. They probably found the trace of Lippa." Tashigi reported to Smoker.
"Catch up, we must save Lippa before they do." Smoker suddenly got up and there was a strange white smoke around his body.
On the island!
Some soldiers found the blood dripping on the ground, so they began to shout loudly. Lippa, who was hiding behind the strange rocks, began to run desperately. The gunshots behind him were chaotic, gravel and rock debris splashed everywhere. A bullet that brushed past the rocks and exploded shot into Lippa's buttocks. His thick fat blocked the impact and then embedded into his buttocks. Red blood stained his trousers.
"Damn it!"
Li Pa was startled. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen red. He exhaled hot air from his nose. Hearing the whooshing sound of the bullets piercing through the air, he let out an angry howl. He leaped like a tiger and crashed behind a boulder in the distance. The boulder behind him immediately trembled and scattered dust. He spread his feet and madly ran for his life into the depths of the jungle.
On the shore, the officer looked at the approaching warship with a cold expression. A strange smoke rose into the sky, like a dancing snake. In a few breaths, it crossed the beach and disappeared into the dense forest.
"Report the situation here back to the base." The sergeant whispered to the deputy next to him.
At the same time, in the jungle.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The bullets tore through the air. Of the three bullets, one nailed into a rock, one pierced through a tree trunk, and the last bullet seemed to have eyes, shooting precisely into Lipa's thigh.
"Ah!"
Lippa screamed in pain. He lost his balance and staggered forward. The marines chasing after him quickly rushed over. One of the soldiers raised the butt of his gun and smashed it at the back of Lippa's head.
Li Pa felt a burst of cold numbness at the back of his head. He desperately turned his body around, his pupils rapidly contracting. The black butt of the gun enlarged in his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a vast expanse of white fog coming from who knows where. A large hand suddenly reached out from the fog and grabbed the butt of the gun in the nick of time.
"Humph!"
The fog shrunk into a human shape. Holding the butt of the gun, Smoker kicked the soldier holding the gun. At the same time, his right hand grabbed the trident behind him.
The soldier was sent flying by a kick. The flying blade shone brightly as it chopped the rain of bullets from the front and back into fine iron shavings. Smoker casually threw away the flintlock gun that he had snatched and pulled up the stunned Li Handkerchief.
"He blocked all the bullets!" Lippa was shocked. Looking at Smoker's back, his pupils contracted crazily and trembled. There was also a trace of imperceptible dignified look.
The marines who fired the gun were also shocked. One of them coldly looked at Smoker's military uniform and the rank on his shoulder. He hesitated and said, "Marine? Colonel? "
"Loguetown Naval Branch, directly under the command of the Colonel!" Smoker waved the trident in his hand and said coldly, "I am Smoker. I want to take this person away!"
"No!" She answered without hesitation, and the atmosphere became cold and austere again. The Marine soldiers surrounded them one by one, and the black muzzles of their guns were aimed at Smoker and Lipa from all directions, as if they were not afraid of Smoker's revealed identity at all.
"Leave Lippa here, and we will let you go!" Accompanied by the sound of the barrel being bolted, this was a naked warning.
Smoker froze for a moment, and then there was a touch of anger on his face. He had never been warned by the soldiers at the bottom of the Marine. Did they think that they could threaten him with these lousy guns?
"Only the strong can give a warning to the weak, and the other way around, it will become a joke!" Smoker sneered. His voice was like a strange smoke, echoing in the ears of every marine soldier in all directions. It was as cold as a knife scraping their ears, "As a member of the Marine, now put away the muzzle and step back. I will only think that you have been deceived by Colonel Yarlin. I can forgive your mistakes, otherwise …"
Just as he finished the first half of the sentence, before he could finish the second half of the sentence, the rain-like gunshots tore the fog into strips. The silvery screen of swords and bullets shot out a circle of dazzling sparks around the Pear Handkerchief.
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