The Pirate’s Green Bull Marshal

It started to rain in Chambord, not very heavy, but a kind of drizzle, very dense, and a faint mist would be raised on the ground, which added a bit of haziness to the first night of the hotel street's resumption of control.

Because of the rain, the streets that were originally bright day and night were also much quieter at this time.

Only the gorgeous electric lights and simple lanterns on both sides illuminate the road for the patrolling navy in the night rain.

It was late at night.

But the area 70 under the rain is indeed undercurrents, a figure with a cold glow in his hand is moving at high speed under the cover of night.

Their locations are scattered, appearing from various buildings or dark corners.

But the main direction is basically the same, the main road!

"A team of nine people."

"Six swordsmen, three gunmen."

Heitian, dressed in black, hid behind the wall of a small hotel on the side of the street, and carefully looked at a team of marines approaching. There were five other men in the same black clothes near him, but the weapons in their hands were guns. There are knives.

"Watch out for the shooter in the middle, he's wearing a mini phone bug on his wrist!"

"I'll get rid of him first, and then you guys will go!"

"Yes!" The people in black responded in a low voice.

When the naval patrol successfully entered the ambush point, Kuroda took out a short musket from his chest. This was considered a rare commodity, and only a gunner like him would find a way to get it.

【boom! 】

The ground, which was obviously tree roots but covered with a layer of grass, shot countless green lights from bottom to top just a second before he raised his hand to aim.

"Ah!"

"what?!"

The miserable scream resounded through the rain curtain.

He saw that Kuroda's wrists, arms, and thighs were covered with short and sharp herbs.

When he fell painfully on the rainy ground, there were faint green spots on the soles of his shoes.

Gradually he was like a water bottle with countless small holes,

Slender blood streams flowed out of the body, and then gathered together with the rainwater, forming a pale red pool of blood under the body.

Kuroda, who couldn't stop howling, saw the sailors running over in the rain, and also saw the miserable conditions of his men.

It seems to be the same as myself.

The body is covered with silver needle-like... green grass?

The screams he just uttered seem to have opened the curtain for tonight, and wailing and gunshots began to be heard one after another in the distance.

A similar disturbance occurred at the shipyard a large area away from here.

The bosses hiding behind the scenes were opening champagne, drinking sake, and enjoying the sounds that represented death and pain. They seemed to see a wonderful picture of a sailor patrolling the street lying in blood.

Those screams should be from them, right?

Ha ha ha ha!

I believe that with the lessons learned tonight, that bullshit horn of justice will stop.

If once is not enough, then do it twice, three times.

We dare not do anything to the naval base.

Also admit that you are powerful.

But it's normal for these sailors on the street to have any accidents, after all, this is the land of Shampoo!

"ah----"

"Help me take these things away, please!" Beside the main road in Area 56, a man with a fleshy face frantically begged for help from the surrounding sailors. He didn't even care about the knife beside him. .

The sailors looked at this guy covered in green thorns and looked at each other in blank dismay.

They had only run past when they heard the cries coming from here.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the narrow trail, I saw more than a dozen figures lying on the ground, and each of them had different injuries.

Some, like this big man, were entangled tightly by thorny thorns.

Some were covered with green grass, and there was even an unlucky guy whose legs were corroded by a layer of green juice.

The main road of District 76, the core of Hotel Street, should be the busiest place tonight.

At this time, there were about twenty thugs with muskets in their hands, and they were constantly firing towards the observation tower, and one guy even carried a bazooka!

【boom----】

Driven by the tail of the flame, the rocket warhead broke through the rain curtain and hit the wooden door on the first floor of the observation deck.

The scorching fire instantly evaporated the surrounding rainwater, and a thick steam enveloped the wooden building.

"Hey, it should be broken, right?" The thug who fired the bazooka sneered.

"It's just piled up with broken wood. It's really easy to get land for ten million Bailey!"

His arrogant remarks immediately received a lot of praise from the subordinates around him.

"Attention little ones, the navy inside is about to rush...uh..." When the steam dissipated, the intact wooden door in front of him blocked his words.

But strictly speaking, it is not without effect, there is indeed a layer of scorched black on the surface.

"How is it possible, this, this is a bazooka, even a broken wooden building can't be destroyed?"

He began to suspect that he bought a fake.

But at this time, the wooden building started to counterattack. The sailors opened small holes from the inside, stretched out their guns and fired at the mob continuously. At the same time, three people protruded from the top of the building and shot down.

The power of the bullet has little effect on the strong, but it is also super lethal to the middle and low-level people!

"run!"

"Run!!"

A large number of casualties immediately collapsed the thugs, and they fled in all directions regardless of the shouts and threats of so-and-so, but the countless grasses shot out from the ground kept them alive around the watchtower, and they could only let the sailors on it despair. Shoot them one by one.

The night passed slowly as the light rain stopped. When the sun rose again and people walked out of the house nervously, they found that the street was peaceful as usual.

Originally imagined that there were no bomb craters, blood stains, broken knives, or even corpses.

In the distance came a group of high-spirited patrols.

Their expressionless demeanor, as if those disturbing noises last night were all a dream.

"Last night, we had fifty-six minor injuries, zero serious injuries, and zero deaths. We killed 112 thugs, captured thirty-four minor injuries, and fifty-one serious injuries. It's all blood loss!"

Brigadier General Bivis stood straight in front of the desk and reported, but he looked at Vidal with incomparably hot and awe-inspiring eyes.

Strong, reliable, and with a strong background, this is their impression of this new boss.

"That's right, as long as no one dies." Vidal leaned on the armchair and nodded, thinking to himself that he didn't let his busy night go to waste.

But the Chambord Islands are indeed his home field, so it's really convenient to do business here!

"May I ask how to deal with those thugs?"

"The ones with rewards are selected and sent to the city of advancement, and the ones without rewards..."

Vidal paused for a moment, but he was not worrying about how to deal with them, but habitually thinking about whether there is any place for these garbage to be used.

"Lock it up first, I'll meet them sometime."

Brigadier General Bivis looked at Vidal suspiciously, but still chose to obey.

"yes!"

"Well, you've been busy all night, go rest, and don't relax in the next few months."

"Yes!" But just as Brigadier General Bivis turned to leave, Vidal stopped him suddenly.

"By the way, I remember that you are a swordsman, right?" "Yes, you just broke through to become a swordsman last year, so you were promoted to brigadier general!" Bivis said proudly.

"Yes, then this wooden knife is for you, use it well." Vidal smiled and took out a wooden knife with an ordinary green handle from under the table, and then gently pushed it to the other end of the table.

"This is......"

"It's nothing, it's just a wooden knife comparable to a good knife, you can name it yourself."

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