MTL - Pirates: God Class Vice Captain-Chapter 52 Art is a blast!

  Crichton, a man in a suit, stood on the deck, looking at the small island not far away.

  Bert went to the island to investigate and has not returned yet, which made him feel uncomfortable. He is a member of the Rockefeller family, and others usually wait for him. How can he wait for others? If it wasn't just in case, he would have sent someone directly to the island.

   Just when he was a little impatient and wanted to say something, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

   "Why is Mr. Creighton so anxious?"

  Hearing this voice, Creighton turned around in surprise.

   Standing behind him, who is it if not Burt?

   "Huh? Mr. Burt, you've come back? I obviously didn't see the boat you came back from..." He couldn't help asking strangely.

"Oh... Maybe you didn't see it clearly." Bert smiled without comment, and continued: "I have seen the situation on the island. The murlocs you are looking for are on the island. Seventeen people in total, led by a female octopus merman."

  Hearing Bert's words, the man in the suit couldn't help laughing, "Haha, that's right, it's Azshara and the others! God help me, today, I must catch them all!"

   "However, in the place where they were hiding, a few humans were found, and I don't know what they were doing." Burt said again.

"Human?" The man in the suit frowned: "What else could it be doing? Those fish must be hungry and have nothing suitable to eat when they drift into the East China Sea. Isn't it normal for a human being to drink blood like a feather?"

   As he spoke, he snorted triumphantly, as if he had made a wise judgment.

  Bert feels a bit pained, what does this Creighton think of a mermaid... It's terrible to be uneducated.

There is nothing wrong with hating a thing. People always have things they don’t like. But if you use dislike as an excuse to completely reject all knowledge about that thing, it would be stupid. When will you die on this ignorance? Nothing is impossible.

   "So, what are you going to do?" Burt asked.

   "How to do it? Needless to say! Of course, go directly to the island and slaughter all those stupid fish! After tonight, the Sea Falls Pirates will no longer exist!"

"The battle is about to begin, Mr. Burt, let me see how powerful you Night Shadow Pirates are!" He stretched out his hand, wanting to pat Burt on the shoulder, but Burt stepped back ingeniously to avoid it. open.

   "We have long been ready to fight, but before that, shouldn't we deliver the things we talked about first?"

   "Are you talking about those cannons?" Crichton frowned impatiently: "I, Crichton, promised to lie to you? Forget it, since you are worried, then you can take this."

As he said that, he took out a black card from his pocket and handed it to Burt: "This is the VIP card of the Rockefeller family. You can take this and find any big firm of the Rockefeller family. You can buy it first." What you want, although this is just a primary card, it is still very easy to buy a few naval guns, this thing is much more valuable than naval guns, you take this, if I default, this will be yours, don't worry now Bar?"

  Bert accepted the card amusedly, and nodded, "As expected of Mr. Creighton, he is a good businessman with integrity."

He put the card away, shook his head with emotion, and said, "Since you are so sincere, I have to do my best... By the way, Mr. Creighton, I suddenly thought that the Sea Falls Pirates are all murlocs. If they Jumping into the sea and escaping must be very troublesome, just in case, I suggest taking all of our people to the island as much as possible and surrounding them, so that nothing will go wrong."

   "Of course, I think so too!" Crichton smiled and nodded, looking at Boris beside him.

   "Boris, what do you think?"

   "I listen to you." The hunter Boris said with a smile.

   Crichton hummed, but didn't care. In his opinion, Boris, who has lost the tracking fruit bonus, is not much different from a useless person.

  As the sun went down, the sky slowly darkened. Under the night, groups of small boats began to leave the battleship and row towards the island!

Along the way, the man in the suit grew more and more confident. Originally, he thought that those damned fishes would find their tracks in advance, and then fight a blocking battle at sea. Because of this, he was so cautious before, He even invited a "six faces" to help.

   Unexpectedly, these murlocs are so stupid that they all live on the island! No one was sent out to investigate, seventeen people, many of them were on the island!

   This is simply God's blessing, the one who delivered food to him!

  Thinking of this, Crichton felt really happy.

  Beside him, Boris the Stalker showed a somewhat strange expression.

   "I always feel something is wrong. Azshara shouldn't be such an idiot. How could she gather all the crew members on the island? This is simply sending herself into the pot."

   "Haha, Boris, those fish have bad brains after all. Isn't there a rumor that the memory of fish is only a few seconds? I think these murlocs are similar!" Crichton said with a smile.

  Boris shook his head wordlessly. It was difficult for him to accept Crichton's statement, but he couldn't think of anything more reliable.

The Rockefeller family's mobility is still very strong. As soon as they landed on the island, they quickly launched a siege operation on the entire island. Although they only came this time with two ships, the crew was quite a lot, and they brought a full five hundred Fourteen people! With such a huge number, let alone encircling this small island, even enclosing it twice would not be a problem!

But Burt kept Du Hang's words in mind. Although he didn't know why, Du Hang told him never to go to the island, and don't let his men go to the island, so he deliberately asked his men to row to the other side of the island. It is to perfect the encirclement, in fact, it is a grind.

  As for himself, because he was curious about what Du Hang was going to do, he followed him to the island.

   With the completion of the encirclement, Creighton smiled smugly, and then, surrounded by a large group of thugs, he took out a telephone bug for loudspeaker and put it in front of his mouth.

"Stupid fish! You are surrounded by us! Come out and die! I, Creton, can give you a good time! But if you try to hide from XC, I will let you know, what is the real cruel punishment !"

   "Oh... Then I'm really curious."

  A voice suddenly sounded from above.

  Hearing this, everyone quickly looked up.

  In the eyes of everyone, a young man with a cigarette stick in his mouth, who was exhaling leisurely, happened to be sitting on a cliff, a protruding rock, in his spare time.

   "... who are you! Do you know who we are!" Creton frowned dissatisfied.

"Me? My name is Rayleigh! I'm the swordsman of the Roger Pirates!" Du Hang stood up slowly, and smiled vigorously, "As for you, the puppy raised by the Rockman family, I don't need to know who you are Who, you're going to die anyway."

   "You!" Creighton was suddenly irritated by Du Hang's words. He was about to scold something, but was interrupted by Du Hang's actions.

  Du Hang took out a lighter, lightly lit it, and the orange flame gently swayed.

   "Do you know, this island is no ordinary island."

Crichton sneered: "Stupid guy, of course I know that this island is not ordinary, isn't it that it can block the perception ability to track fruits? To tell you the truth, the guy named Rayleigh, our Rockefeller family of more than 500 people, has already Surround this island layer by layer! No matter how powerful you are, don’t even think about escaping!”

  He thought Du Hang would be frightened by him, but unexpectedly, Du Hang laughed out loud.

   "Blocking perception? How naive! Stupid mortal, let me tell you the magic of this island... The underground of this island has super rich, frighteningly rich biogas resources!"

   As he spoke, he held up the burning lighter in his hand, grinned, moved his feet, and jumped into the air.

   Muscle effort · 80%!

  Navy Six-Moon Steps!

  Looking at Du Hang who took a few steps to the sky, the hunter Boris yelled: "No! Get out!"

   "You know you're running now? It's late!" Du Hang laughed, and threw the lighter in his hand into the cave.

   "Art is a blast! Drink!"