Three-eyed evil king of the pirate king

Franky's left hand fell to the ground, but there was no sign of bleeding.In fact, the original accident caused Franky to transform most of his body into mechanical products, including his arms.

Carl frowned slightly, still looking a little unconscious, but he also recognized who this strange airplane head was. It seemed to be Franky, the early reformer.

Although he said he accidentally cut off someone's hand, Karl still looked as if nothing had happened.

"Why am I here? Where is this?"

Karl's flat tone was not conducive to provocation in Franky's ears, not to mention that it was really beneath his dignity as the boss to have his hand chopped off in such a simple way in front of so many newly recruited younger brothers.

Suddenly, several bullet holes appeared on the wrist of Franky's hand that was cut off, and they started shooting at Karl like a machine gun.

Karl's expression was slightly cold, but he still did not get up to dodge. Instead, he waved the "Black Cut" into an airtight wall and successfully cut through every bullet.

But Franky naturally knew that this attack could not hurt Karl, so he took a deep breath and spit out flames from his mouth.

Although these high-temperature flames would make Karl uncomfortable, they actually could not hurt him, but Karl still avoided them. After all, his clothes were not fireproof, and he did not want to walk naked on the street.

Karl jumped high and avoided Franky's fire breathing. This action seemed to have been expected by Franky. After all, Franky's fighting talent was quite high. He stopped breathing fire, but his left hand was still shooting. Holding Karl, the fist in his right hand suddenly separated from his arm and flew directly towards Karl.

Karl's expression remained unchanged. If most people jumped into the air rashly, they would undoubtedly become a living target. Under the fierce firepower of the enemy, it would definitely be a disaster. However, Karl mastered the Moon Step, one of the six moves, in the air. You can still use it!

Carl seemed to be stepping on an invisible wall and dived directly towards Franky.

Franky also didn't expect that Karl could still borrow power in the air. At this time, his left arm was still attacking, but the fist on his right arm was too late to retract. In desperation, he could only use the move of spitting flames from his mouth again.

Karl also felt a little annoyed by Franky's move, so he had to stop his dive and land on the other side of the ground.

The brief confrontation between the two seemed to be a dead end, but Karl knew that Franky was far from his opponent at this time. The opponent's subsequent attacks were more for defense, which showed that the opponent was already stretched thin.

They seemed to have calmed down a bit. Neither of them attacked first, and Karl asked directly: "Are you Franky? Why did you bring me here?"

Frankie was even more confused when he heard this. Thinking of his broken left hand, his tone was a little harsh: "Do you know me? What obligation do I have to answer your questions?"

"I don't like people approaching me from a safe distance. If I cut off your left hand, it should have cleared both sides, but you took the initiative to attack me. This is all your problem." Karl rarely explained.

"You're an interesting person. If you get too close to you, you'll be cut down? Do you have to admit defeat after being cut? You're even more unreasonable than a gangster like me." Franky said, taking his severed left hand. He picked it up and took out some repair tools from his belly, and he quickly repaired his left hand completely.

And Karl also watched Franky repair his left hand as before, and gradually became a little surprised.

Karl suddenly realized something.

You know, although Franky had no choice but to become a Cyborg in the first place, but the amazing thing is that when he was seriously injured, he just used a large amount of steel from a nearby scrap ship to transform himself into my coke-fueled Cyborg .

What's this?This is the core technology of “water to oil”!

The technology tree of this world is a bit crooked. Most people sail on the sea using old-fashioned sail-powered battleships, but Frankie invented the Coke internal combustion engine.

Just two barrels of Coke can drive the Sonny, which is comparable in size to a fifth-class sailing cruiser and has a displacement of more than [-] tons. It raises its sails and withstands huge wind resistance, and takes off ten miles away in one breath. , what kind of energy conversion efficiency is this?What's the output power?

The most important thing is that Coke is not only economical, but also does not pollute the environment. If Frankie could make money from this, he might have become one of the world's richest people!

Not only that, there seems to be nothing Franky can't make, such as mechanical flying claws, Gatlings, flamethrowers, and even turrets that can transform humans.

Karl was still a little drunk before and hadn't thought so much. Now that he thought about it carefully, he couldn't help but have some so-called greed for Franky?

"A scientist like this who masters core technology must be in his own hands before he can rest assured!" Carl thought like this, but couldn't help but look at Franky's two hairy legs, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

"Franky, put your pants on first!" Karl said directly.

"what?"

Frankie tried his newly repaired left hand and seemed to have some confidence again. He mocked in a disdainful gangster tone: "Perversion is a man's romance! Who do you think you are? You still want me to put on pants?"

Karl didn't say much and looked at the minions everywhere. These were all the subordinates that Franky had just taken over. Although they were just taken over, based on Karl's understanding of Franky, Franky was a man who valued affection and affection. A righteous guy, even a newly recruited subordinate, is extremely valued.

It might be useless for Karl to be cruel to Franky, but if he attacks his subordinates, Franky might not be able to sit still.

"Are these people just your subordinates?" Karl suddenly asked.

Franky's expression changed, and he was obviously a little angry: "What do you want to do?"

"If you don't want to wear pants and speak, I'm afraid everyone present will not be able to speak in the future!" The threat in Karl's words was obvious.

As he spoke, Karl looked dangerously at the younger brothers recruited by Franky. These younger brothers also saw Carl's terror from the fight just now, and they couldn't help but turn their attention to Franky one by one.

These looks of fear or expectation left Frankie in a dilemma. He couldn't help but clenched his steel fists tightly, and his eyes ignited with raging flames of anger.

"You bastard, you actually used a man's beloved subordinate to deprive him of his perverted dream!" Franky roared: "Do you think I will give in? A man's dream will never disappear!"

But when Carl stretched out the knife to one of the minions, Frankie silently put on the pants that were handed to him.

Putting on his pants, Franky looked like a cat or dog that had been forced to be neutered. He seemed to have suffered some great shame and humiliation. His eyes were filled with resentment and entanglement, and even a trace of hopelessness.

"What on earth do you want to tell me?" Franky asked with a bitter look on his face.

"It's best not to let your subordinates hear what we're going to talk about next. This may not be a good thing for them." Karl said this, actually just to avoid trouble.

Franky nodded. After all, the man in front of him was too dangerous. Even if it wasn't for what he wanted to say, Franky also hoped that his subordinates could move to a safer place.

Under the slightly worried eyes of several subordinates, Franky dispersed these men.

After his men dispersed, Frankie gritted his teeth and asked, "What's the matter? Can you tell me now?"

Karl smiled, and immediately looked Franky up and down with a gaze that looked at rare treasures. Even though Franky himself was a man who dreamed of perversion, under Karl's gaze, he felt all over his body. uneasy.

Just when Frankie was thinking wildly and wondering what Karl was going to do, Karl finally spoke: "I want to build a boat with you!"

Franky's expression remained unchanged, and he even laughed: "You have found the wrong person. I am just a rogue. How can I build a ship?"

"Oh? Master Tom's disciple Franm actually said that he can't build a ship. Master Tom knows this well, so I'm afraid he will cry too, right?"

Hearing Karl's words, Franky's heart was shaken and he could no longer calm down...