I'm a pirate

Carlos picked up the wine glass with his left hand and put a cigarette to his mouth with his right, Olsen's head was smart at this time, and he even took out a lighter to light it for Carlos, somewhat obsequiously saying, "Boss, don't worry, I will try to do everything you have told me."

"Boss, is this your unique body technique?"

"Something like the new soon to be navy six styles, fisherman's karate, banshee boxing or something like that, right?"

"Yoo-hoo, I can't tell you're a pretty knowledgeable cow." Carlos was a little surprised.

"Of course, boss, don't look down on people, I, Olsen, was once someone who was on the Great Voyage for a while." Olsen was very proud, as if having stepped on the Great Voyage was the same as becoming a pirate king.

"This is indeed a special body art, and a very powerful one at that!"

Carlos answered in the affirmative without hesitation, confident that this martial art of his own would not be inferior to any of the physical arts of this world if he continued to practice it, and that his martial art had a little characteristic that this world did not possess, especially the Golden Bell Jar, which was a method of internal and external cultivation, and would cause very little damage to the body, or even be very beneficial!

It won't be like some special overdevelopment of physical potential in this world that leads to a precipitous drop in one's strength when one gets older!

Of course, Carlos wouldn't close his doors, he would learn from his weaknesses in the future, gradually perfecting his martial arts to become stronger and more perfect!

The white eyes and the white eyes are working together. It's a secret technique!

In the white eyes, you can see the subtle changes in the flesh of living creatures, such as the six naval styles, and in the white eyes, you can see how every muscle moves, breathes, and exerts itself, with the replication ability of the Writer's Eye, it's really powerful!

Although slightly different from his perception of white eyes, but Carlos did not care, after all, not really white eyes, but the Devil's Pupil, a special superhuman demonic fruit mimicked from, or to adapt to this world Well!

In the future, when you meet strong naval men, strong pirates, strong fishermen, strong human demons cough, forget this, no way to learn, no way to learn, too girly, too demon, too weird, can't learn, can't learn

That's why his own body of martial arts is not unchanging, and will have to evolve later, it doesn't matter if he teaches it to others, anyway, the advanced version is held in his hands, the strength of a force is the strength of the whole, just the boss is strong words, too weak, pie in the sky, anti-risk, anti-pressure ability is too poor.

It was for this reason that Carlos was so generous, drawing a big pie for the pirates who had just subdued the pirates who feared his force, increasing their loyalty, graciousness, a very simple means, but also a very profound, effective means!

Always seize the subordinates to show grace where they craved it most and power where they feared it most, and loyalty would be unbreakable.

With that group of subordinates on Iron Island, Carlos would have little time to use his means and sort out his housekeeping, and the John family would be quick to retaliate, but it didn't matter, there were plenty of opportunities ahead.

"You also have the opportunity to work well for me, and it's not like you can't be taught."

"I'll show you again,"

Carlos said to Olsen's surviving cadre, putting down his glass, holding his cigarette, or the machete that cut the fruit, transporting energy in his fingers, flexing his fingers, power exploding in an instant, and with a click, the seemingly hard machete was snapped right out of it, the tip plunging into the deck, into the wood!

"Boss, you'll be our own boss from now on!"

"Hahaha,"

Carlos laughed at the sight, these silly pirates have quite a sense of humor, funny!

"Now, I have the first order of business, so get to it immediately."

"Go ahead, boss!" The crowd scrambled to be first.

Carlos smiled at the sight, by the time he got off the ship, the group of pirates would probably not be so loyal to Olsen, his previous words had divided them, so it was a little bit of a routine.

Chapter 22 Margolin Island.

A day and a half later, the Mad Cow Pirates carried Carlos to the vicinity of Margolin Island, the day was gloomy and hazy with white fog on the sea.

Carlos stood on the deck, wearing a casual outfit and quietly admiring the hazy beauty with his hands behind his back.

"Boss, Margolin Island is almost here." Olsen, standing alone behind Carlos, whispered a warning.

"Got it, stop the ship, we're going to be in daily Navy patrol range if we get any further in."

"Get that thing out of the way, phone bug contact later."

"Yes, boss."

Olsen promised readily, but there was confusion in his eyes, completely confused as to what his boss had asked them to capture that thing for.

I guessed it was a ride, but it's unbelievable, that guy is wild and vicious!

Soon more than a dozen tall and strong pirates combined efforts to pull a large net along the side of the ship laboriously came over, followed by Olsen looking at his men's useless appearance, suddenly cursed: "Rolling, no use at all, let me."

Olsen strode over and let his men pirates give squeeze, pulling the net with both hands, feet slightly bent, thick as a normal man's thighs arm muscles tense, full body force, arms thrown, a great white shark trapped in the net, this gave the great white shark fall to the deck, the struggle on the deck is greatly weakened.

Carlos turned around, the three hooked jade writing eyes appeared, hypnotic ability activated, the great white shark's eyes suddenly also appeared in the three hooked jade writing eyes, followed by rapid invisibility

"Work hard on your training, don't want to be among those who go to the Great Voyage with me later without you, that would be too humiliating."

"I know, boss!"

Olsen was profoundly heartened, following a boss so strong at such a young age, and never again would he be thrown out in ashes when he entered the great voyage.

Carlos nodded and maneuvered the great white shark struggling to jump off the deck, then jumped overboard, landing firmly on the smooth back of the great white shark, and soon disappeared into the fog.

Olsen, and the pirates under his command, tutted, what an interesting, powerful, and convenient tactic!

On the sea, Carlos stood on the back of a great white shark and swam all the way towards Margolin Island in the wind, today was really a godsend, the sea was even foggy, which made it much easier for him to step onto the island without a sound.

As for arriving at Maglin Island by pirate ship or whatever, it was better to forget about it, as the commercial center of the southern part of the Western Sea, the navy had stationed quite a few troops on this island, and was manned by a Commodore, who simply didn't want to live if he drove a pirate ship here.

The first thing that you need to do is to take a look at the merchant ship, the passenger ship or whatever, Carlos also doesn't want to, since there are people inside the main camp who might have been bribed by the John family, his whereabouts and appearance are also basically exposed.

That's why Carlos was trying quite hard to maneuver the shark to secretly log in.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Carlos reached the edge of the island, jumped onto land, put on sunglasses, and walked towards the town in a half-face mask.

In a short while, Carlos was in the center of the busy island, where houses were lined up one after another, shops were crowded, and the streets were bustling with all kinds of goods.

Maglin Island was the commercial center, logistics center, and transportation hub of the southern part of the Western Sea. There were people of all kinds of identities, from nobles to the poor, bounty hunters, assassins, and pirates hiding in the crowd.

Carlos's outfit was a bit peculiar, but not too idiosyncratic to attract attention, but it didn't matter as long as no particular person was looking for trouble.

Carlos was not in a hurry to find out about the John family, but strolled around Margolin Island, ready to have a good tour before figuring out how to find trouble for the John family, Carlos was still quite curious about this world.

The first thing that you need to do is to take a look at the product and make sure that it's in good condition.

Walking, walking, suddenly heard shouting, Carlos felt interesting and shifted direction to go over.

"Go to the city square and watch the excitement, the King's Court Hotel is holding an extremely exciting cooking competition, go there early and you can taste the superb cooking skills of various chefs for free"

Some people were interested in the words of this obvious TO, some were not, and Carlos was one of the interested group, intending to go and check out the culinary competition and see what the excitement was all about.

He remembered that this King's Court Hotel was one of the highest starred hotels in Maglin Island, the cooking competition held here should be of a higher standard.

When he arrived at the city square, the huge square was already filled with more than half of the people, there were some small vendors doing business in the square, the onlookers were in high spirits from time to time shouting good news, the breeze from time to time sent all kinds of different scents, mostly seafood flavor.

Carlos was still a teenager, his body hadn't completely opened up, and many of the people there were taller than him, and it looked like he had come late again, so he couldn't see the picture inside.

This made Carlos a little upset, but this was not difficult to overcome Carlos, all of a sudden rushed into the crowd, squeezing left and right, it did not take long to squeeze to the front, causing an unknown number of mouths to vomit fragrance!