Pirate's Silver Fox General

The two sides drank it, unknowingly the relationship was a little closer.

"Just take the liberty to ask, how old are you Foxy?"

"Just turned 15."

"Hey, I'm 7 years old."

As soon as Foxy finished answering Donald Duck's words, Foxy couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Brother Tiger continues to drink." After pouring Tiger himself again, Foxy asked, "How did Brother Tiger meet these guys?"

"They captured the residents of Murloc Island. I have been investigating them for three days. This is only one of the boats in the slavery group."

Tiger's face was a little gloomy, what he hated most was these slave traps.

"Look at the appearance of Brother Tiger, there are people behind this slave group?"

Tiger was about to answer subconsciously, but he held back when he said it.

"Brother Tiger, don't forget that I am the navy. Tell me the people behind the slave trap. I will disintegrate them with you."

Seeing that Tiger still had concerns, Foxy's face was full of anger. Fighting side by side is easier to get closer to each other, so you have to take it well.

As for returning to Marin Vatican, don't worry.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, I don't want you to get involved."

Tiger's face was a bit heavy.

"It's okay if you don't know about it, but if you already know it, I can't ignore it, Brother Tiger, do you look down on me?"

Foxy pretended to be angry.

"I'm not underestimating you."

"That's good. Although I am not very strong, it is better to take risks alone than you alone. One more person will have a greater chance of action."

"OK then!"

After thinking for a while, Tiger looked at Foxsey very solemnly. "These slave groups are serving a company. They are very powerful in the underground world. They are called freight companies."

"Underground world, freight company?"

"Yes, it is said that Pradani, the owner of the freight company, has connections with many forces, not to mention that the forces are huge and complex."

"address?"

"Acrosol Island is an illegal zone and a paradise for pirates and criminals. Even the navy has no right to intervene."

"So messy?"

Fawkes held his chin, and even the navy had no right to intervene. It seemed that there was a lot of tricky in it...

#172-Umaru and War

Acrosol Island, located on the Great Sea Route, is a prosperous medium-sized island.

There is no order or rules on this island, and the law of the jungle is the law of the jungle where the weak eat the strong and the fists are big.

Unless you are particularly powerful, or you have power behind it, you may be knocked out and sold out at any time as soon as you set foot on this island.

There are gatherings of non-F parties, human K sales, drug P transactions, etc. Here there is no humanity and no conscience, only power and money.

The extinction of humanity, burns and looting are just the norm on this island, a paradise for all pirates and criminals, as long as you have money and power, you can get everything you want here.

Treasures, women, powers, slaves, and even yourself can be sold, only you can't think of nothing you can't buy.

This is one of the darkest places in the world, only in the middle.

In other words, there are crazier dark places in this world, even Acrosol Island can’t compare, because those places are the chassis of the real bosses of the underground world, or they are some powerful pirate groups. territory.

Here, even the navy has no right to intervene.

Although this island is very dark, it is extremely prosperous. There is no order on the surface, but there are invisible rules in the dark.

These are limited to some powerful characters.

These big men want order, then there is order, if they don’t want it, then there is no.

One day later, the island attracted one fish and one duck.

People and fish have done disguise. As for the ducks, they have also done a little bit. I don’t know what has been smeared on the whole body. Standing in the dark, if it weren’t for the two big flashing eyes, you wouldn’t really be able to find a duck standing here. It's dark.

"Brother Tiger, what did you paint on Donald Duck? It looks like an African duck."

Foxy wears a top hat, a clown costume, and a clown costume, but the makeup is too cute, just like the clown Q Ban is not terrifying at all.

Tiger next to him also made a disguise, wrapped up tightly, wearing sunglasses and towels at night, like an Indian.

"African duck? What kind of duck is that?"

Tiger couldn't understand Foxy.

"Don't care about the details, it's a distant relative of Donald Duck."

"Hey, do I have any relatives in Africa? Last time you said that I still have relatives to fly, and I can even discharge."

Donald Duck was very excited.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, can you keep your voice down? I have time to take you to confess in the future.

A slap on Donald Duck's head, Foxy put his hand to his mouth.

"Quack."

Donald Duck was sneaky and nodded like a thief.

"Remember, the color powder on our body should not be exposed to high temperature, otherwise it will disappear."

Tiger interjected.

"What kind of paint? It doesn't disappear when it encounters water, but it disappears when it encounters high temperature."

Fawkes was curious.

"This is extracted from deep-sea corals. Let's make a plan."

One person, one fish, one duck, squatting in the dark, began to discuss plans.

"According to the rules, let's sneak into the freight company first. There must be places where the slaves are held. The mission of Foxey and I is to rescue these people, and Donald Duck, your mission is to set fires around the city.

I have already found out that there are no ordinary people on this island, all of them are pirates or criminals who are very sinful. We need the fire to attract attention."

"Don't worry, give it to Donald Duck, he has a hand in looting."

Foxy had never doubted Donald Duck's ability to set fire to robbery.

"Quack."

Donald Duck also patted his chest, vowing frankly.

"Everyone should be careful, especially if Donald Duck has something wrong, run quickly. We are here to save people. If we don't resist directly, we won't resist. Your task is just to set fire."

"Quack."

Donald Duck nodded seriously.

"Get started, wait."

"what happened?"

"Quack?"

Foxy and Donald Duck both looked at Tiger.

"Donald Duck, where did you get the sack?"

Tiger looked at the big sacks held by Donald Duck's left wing in a bit of amazement.

Faulksi smoked his mouth. He knew that Donald Duck had committed an occupational disease. How could this guy not rob him after setting fire?

"Hey, I'll go first."

He disappeared with a whistle, and Donald Duck was completely dark, it was no different from the night.

"Brother Tiger, let's go too!"

The two disappeared in place, and it didn't take long for them to come to the dark part of a heavily guarded castle, which was full of guards holding muskets or machine guns, and even bazookas.

"Foxy, this is the place where Pradani, the owner of the freight company, lives. During the day, I inquired about a lot of slaves in it. Now we have to split up."

"Brother Tiger, you are in charge of this. Let me go to the headquarters of the freight company!"

Foxy thought for a while and said.

"You must know that Pradani's right-hand man is in the headquarters of the freight company. They are all animal capable people. Can you handle it?"

Tiger was a little worried about Foxy.

"Brother Tiger, I will come back alive. We will meet at the designated place in three hours."

Foxy patted Tiger on the shoulder, then disappeared silently.

Although Tiger is still a little worried, he knows that Foxy is very strong, and the shave just shown is enough to get rid of a lot of danger.

At the same moment, the town east of the castle suddenly ignited a terrible fire, accompanied by explosions and noise from time to time, obviously it was Donald Duck that played the role.

I don't know how this product was set on fire. In short, the huge sparks set off a prairie fire, and the flames went up like oil.

Half of the sky was red.

the other side.

The headquarters of the freight company is also a heavily guarded place. This is the freight company's factory, which is rich in all kinds of contraband and newly arrested slaves, and there are two groups of people trading.

The closed steel door suddenly opened, and some of the guards at the door were all turned into corpses. Foxy, smoking a cigarette, swaggered in and watched the two groups say hello.

"You keep busy, I will pass by."

Without waiting for the two groups to answer, Foxi said to himself and started wandering.

This is a warehouse, and you can see the cages full of slaves squatting together in ragged clothes, including humans, long-handed tribes, fur tribes...

There are also some munitions poison P, but they are only a small part of slaves, and the bulk of them are these slaves.

Seeing the fear and despair in the eyes of the slaves, Faulksi took a deep breath, and there was no so-called pity or sympathy in his eyes, some were just indifference.

Because it made him see himself, he was so scared and desperate back then.

The reason why he can ignore it is that he is so sober that he is not qualified to have mercy and sympathy.

The weak don't even have the right to choose to die. Only the winners are qualified to own luxury goods like compassion.

If Foxi wants to own these luxury goods now, then he is just looking for death over his own means.

It is also because of his sobriety that he is cold with blood now...

Chapter 173, Massacre, Zebra Fruit

With a cigarette in his mouth, Foxy grabbed the cage iron with both hands and pulled it to the sides, and then slowly bends in those fearful pupils, which are solid steel as thick as a big toe.

Whether it was the slave in the cage or the two groups outside, they were confused.

"Suck……"

Two fingers flicked the soot, Foxy spit out a smoke ring, watching these poor people sighed, "You can go now..."

But before Foxy is finished, there are probably more than fifty people in the two groups in the distance. One of them is a thin middle-aged man with a cigar in his mouth and a gloomy face. A bullet hit Foxy with a bang.

"puff……"

The sound of piercing the flesh and blood sounded, but Falksey had already lost his figure in the same place. A hand appeared on the chest of the man who originally shot the gun. He also grasped the beating heart, and fell heavily with the blood corpse. On the ground.

I don't know when Foxy was standing behind the shooter, throwing away his bloody heart, his right eye was cold in the cigarette smoke.

"Landfoot Chaos Storm."

Ascending into the air, Foxy looked at the group of people below, his feet turned into shadows and kicked out dense slashes, like a scimitar.

"Huh...ah..."