Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 150

The peculiar ten-bladed cat’s claw caused Calci’s pupils to shrink suddenly. He fixed his eyes on Crowe, and a message from the reward list that he saw a few years ago emerged in his mind, hissing: “You are a hundred grams. Luo, the former captain of the Black Cat Pirate Group, but aren’t you dead?”

Crowe just stared at Calci with sullen eyes, the lens reflecting the murderous intent.

Calci stared at the expressionless Yallin, the fog on the deck was filled with haze, and for a long while, Calci forced an ugly smile on his face, and the flesh on his face was trembling when he spoke: “Why? Since they are all pirate brothers, they should get on a boat to eat, but if you hang the red skull pirate flag, you have to abide by the rules of my red skull.”

Calci naturally didn’t believe in Crowe’s nonsense, but the situation was better than others, and he had to believe it if he didn’t believe it. He could only bite the bullet and accept these “pirates”.

“You can rest assured that as long as you don’t let them commit suicide, they will follow the orders of the captain of the Red Skull Pirates.” Yarlin knew that this was Calci’s bottom line. He would not persecute anymore. He still needs He placed Calci on the bright face, he said faintly, his eyes inadvertently swept towards William, who was standing under the mast in the distance, with a secret look.

Wearing black short sleeves and a red silk scarf tied to his arms, the expression on William Nair’s head and face changed uncertainly. He noticed that what Yarlin said was “Listen to the Red Skull Pirates.” “The Captain’s Order” instead of “Follow Calci”.

Behind him stood six or seven fierce-looking pirates. From the standpoint of their position, William should be the leader. During this time, he also surrounded the pirates who listened to his orders in the Red Skull Pirates.

“I hope that when I see you next time, the Red Skull and Pirates can grow stronger.” Yarlin waved his hand to end this brief meeting.

A warship in the distant fog seemed to have received a signal, and it slowly came in, and Yarlin and Klow boarded the warship and returned.

Calci stared at the two pirate ships that belonged to him in name, and looked at the warships far away with fear, and the words “seeking a tiger for skin” came to mind.

He sipped to the deck with a brutal killing intent on his face and told the pirates below: “We have to work. Get rid of the small pirate groups around this sea area.”

Calci also wanted to understand that the best way to not be completely controlled by the navy is to quickly swallow the small pirates around to strengthen himself, as long as the navy supports the “pirates” to maintain a certain range of proportions. He can still control the entire pirate group.

On the warship.

“The Red Skull looks reluctant!” Clooyin said cruelly: “Instead of this, it’s better to change into a more obedient puppet.”

“Don’t worry, even if you replace the puppets, you have to operate slowly. The Red Skull Pirates is an important chess piece, but it shouldn’t leave too heavy traces to make people realize that this is related to the 153 branch of the Navy. “Yarlin looked at the vast sea and said quietly: “In this sea, there will always be newcomers who have to step on the old man’s corpse to stand out. This kind of interpretation is in line with the law.”

After all, raising bandit self-respect is a tightrope job, and it is best to reduce the traces of deliberate axe from the beginning. After all, the navy and the pirates should be two distinct camps.

Crowe looked at the sea in Yallin’s eyes, with a sense of enlightenment on his face.

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153 branch.

prison.

Ripa stared at the empty prison with a sullen expression, his throat squirmed and roared in anger. The distorted and distorted roars echoed throughout the prison, and the jailer in the aisle looked indifferent without any emotion.

“They didn’t come out, they didn’t come out, they left from somewhere else!”

Rippa felt a burning flame in his chest and wanted to burst out of his throat. He didn’t understand why the guy named Crowe was not left in this prison. Why, that man could leave alive, and he had to be kept Imprisoned in this monster’s lair, accompanied by a group of immortal monster jailers.

He didn’t dare to leave the front entrance of the prison. Don’t look at him as the warden of this prison. All the jailers would obey his orders, but this was limited to him not leaving here. Once he dared to cross the white road These jailers will immediately and mercilessly kill themselves and plant their bodies under the flower garden.

Cold, cramped, weird, and lifeless… Ripa has noticed that his heart is starting to be abnormal. He pityed the pirate from the very beginning, but he numbly comforted himself that the pirate should die; now he is completely indifferent to life, to be exact. He has been indifferent to the deaths of others. What he hopes most every day is that the front door of the prison will be opened and new prisoners will be escorted in. Although he deeply knows how cruel the results will be to meet those prisoners, he I don’t care, all he wants is to listen to the sounds of the same kind, even if it is some foul language or a bitter howling, Ripa’s ears are beginning to become sweet.

Although the jailers have simple thinking, they are not emotional. They are stingy with opening their mouths.

In such a gloomy and weird prison, a normal person will be driven mad, not to mention that Ripa acts as a warden and a prisoner, which makes it easier for him to get lost and twisted.

Perhaps death like those prisoners is the real relief, but after seeing the true face of Ripa in this brood, he knows that death is not necessarily the end here. The most terrifying thing is that he can’t know whether the jailers still have it. Retaining the memories of the past, are they dead or are they still alive?

Lipa is indifferent to the lives and deaths of others, but he fears death, far more fearing death than ordinary people. Yarlin used the prison cage to plant a fear that permeated his soul in his heart.

Distortion, spite, madness, jealousy, fear… the woven souls made him inexplicably produce a strong killing intent and curse in his heart against the man with only one side.

Roaring, lying on the bed, Ripa did not dare to explore the brood by himself after all, even if there might be a way out to the outside world, he didn’t have the courage, he had already been chained to his feet with a tight lock. In this prison.

Locking the cell door, he turned and walked towards another hidden cell. A burly body was lying quietly on the bed. Ripa held a bowl of mushy food in his hand and spooned it into the opponent’s mouth.

“I’m not the same as you. I won’t stay here forever. Sooner or later,” Rippa murmured, “Lieutenant Arlin will allow me to go out…”