One Piece Tyrant Bear

They dare not complain, dare not speak, they can feel that Lord Hannibal is very angry.

Blake watched dumbfounded as he was dragged out, facing the tall Hannibal, he blinked, trying to make himself look gentle.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Hannibal lowered his head, bent over, leaned closer to him, and asked weirdly, "You made the cry just now?"

Black didn't know how to answer, but he faltered: "It's... it's me..."

"It's you the best. You guys dragged him for me and punished me severely." Hannibal's voice just fell, and the sound of the whip continued to fall.

The screams continued, resounding through hell.

This was not over yet. Along the way, the poor little who was abused had a dumb voice. Hannibal didn't mean to let him go, and brought him to the cauldron.

When he saw the cauldron, Black was silly, his legs trembling constantly.

"I... I... don't go up, I don't..., don't touch me, ah, help."

"Killed, the navy killed."

His screams had no effect, and he was thrown down by Hannibal's life. The hot temperature kept heating up. The navy soldiers below obeyed the order and heated up.

The temperature continued to rise, and the iron pan turned red and continued to heat up.

"Director, if this continues, he will die."

"If you die, you die, just a pirate."

Hannibal glared at him, the navy soldier dared not speak any more, and quietly heated up. In the boiling water above, Blake's face was flushed and his body was flushed.

Holding the water with both hands, trying to get to the shore, the navy above raised the gun and pointed it at his forehead.

He left obediently, his body became hot and hot, and the boiling lasted for half an hour, and there was no sound anymore.

The Navy report above: "Report to the Director, dead."

"Who's dead?" Hannibal's face sank, I'm dead, I'm standing here, you say I'm dead, do you want to lie down too.

The navy soldier was sweating and immediately changed his words: "The pirate is dead."

"Dead? So weak."

"Okay, fish him up."

"How to deal with it?"

"Feed the dog."

A pirate died just like that, and he had to be fed a dog when he became familiar.

His death did not cause much disturbance. It was normal to die more than a dozen pirates a month.

No one can care about the advancement of the city, except for those few people.

Xiong has practiced for a long time. When it was time to eat, he opened his eyes and looked at the cage beside him in confusion, empty.

The new pirate inside is gone, where did he go?

"He should be dead."

Silver Wolf talked about the matter for a while, didn't add any oil or vinegar, didn't hide it, Xiong knew most of the things.

"Not that weak, right?"

"Do you think everyone is you? His body is very weak, basically there is no return, no need to think about it, at this time, he has not returned, it is impossible to return."

In this situation, Silver Wolf has seen more, so many prisoners, except for the ones present, have survived, and the others, who have not survived, have died.

Either feed the dog, or feed the fish, or be buried.

The rest are the elites among the elites. Anyone who goes out can cause disputes.

"Since it's dead, forget it."

A stranger died and died, and the bear would not be sad, just ask it curiously.

Just assume this person has never been here.

Chapter 132 The Terror of Magellan

"Papa." Anxious knocks sounded sharply.

"Who?" For a long time, there was a deep voice in the room, followed by the ups and downs of flushing the toilet, mixed with some weird moaning sound.

"puff."

"Wow."

Some pictures are automatically supplemented in my mind. A person with a bare buttocks, facing the latrine, inhales, sinks into the dantian, exerts force, and the torrent of soaring to the sky rolls in. In an instant, life is so beautiful.

A weird smell came from the crevices, and the navy soldiers waiting outside were like grasshoppers on a red iron pan, jumping around.

Covering their noses, they tried to calm themselves down, the more so, the more anxious.

"Director?"

"Say something."

The people inside are also impatient, squatting in a toilet and not having a good life, what do you want to do?

"Director, a pirate wants to escape from prison."

"Where is Hannibal? He didn't suppress it?" The voice was angry.

The navy soldiers outside shivered and dared not talk nonsense.

"Director, Deputy Director Hannibal has lost."

"waste."

With a curse, the sound of flushing the toilet came from inside, and a burly man walked out of it, and wherever he passed, purple poisonous gas lingered.

The navy soldiers outside quickly put on their helmets to cover the poison gas.

"Why are you stunned, take me there."

"Yes."