A Pirate's Counting Life

"Do you dare to challenge me?"

Borg Otto showed a provocative smile to Mark, wanting to delay time and wait for his brother to come to the rescue.

"I'll give you two choices. The first is that you fight the two of us alone, and the second is that the two of us surround you. Choose!"

Seeing the sinister smile on Mark's face, Borgauto really wanted to punch him twice in the face.

"Oh~ I gave you a chance but you didn't use it!"

Mark put away the smile on his face and looked at Borg Otto with a dead look.

"Since you dare to massacre the island, you must bear the consequences. Your friend has already run away."

Mark took advantage of the moment when Borg Otto was distracted and used the shaver to come to Borg Otto's side. He hit the opponent in the face with his hardened arm.

Shirley also came to Borg Otto's side and kicked the opponent with a whip kick. Borg Otto came to his senses and quickly raised his hands and legs to block the two attacks.

Two huge forces were transmitted from his arms and thighs to his body, causing his internal organs to be shaken. Blood spilled from the corners of Borg Otto's mouth and his eyes instantly turned red.

With a loud shout, he pushed the two people away, turned around and ran away towards the edge of the island, preparing to jump into the sea to escape. For those with strong physical skills, jumping into the sea is a good way to avoid pursuit, provided that you can defeat the Neptune type in the sea.

Borg Otto secretly cursed Otto as a bastard for running away without calling him.

Facing the two physical monsters, he had no chance of winning and could only hope that he could successfully escape to the shore.

Faced with the incoming Arashi-kou Borg Otto, he chose to intercept it forcefully, and then used the thrust of the Arashi-kou to speed up his escape.

Shirley stomped on the ground and created a crack in the ground. Just when Mark was curious about what the other party wanted to do, Shirley bent down and grabbed the crack, lifted a 50-meter-diameter building with force, and was pulled into the air by Shirley and threw it hard. Towards the escaping Borg Otto.

Hearing the sound of breaking through the air, Borg Otto subconsciously used his armor to harden his body. The next second, a shadow enveloped him. When he looked up and saw the small dirt slope, his eyes almost popped out.

If he was serious about this kind of small soil slope, he could still break it, but it would be a bit difficult for him to throw it out.

"Do not!!"

Borg Otto roared angrily, and then was pressed down by the small slope. Although he quickly penetrated the slope, Shirley and Mark had already surrounded him in the middle.

"Death to me!!"

Seeing that he could not escape, Borg Otto began to attack Mark, hoping to gain some support.Faced with Borg Otto's desperate style, Mark chose to go head-to-head with the opponent.

Two dark figures started fighting in the open space, punching and kicking each other. Seeing the smile on Mark's face, Shirley thought for a while and then withdrew from the battle circle.

Seeing that Shirley didn't come up to attack him, Borg Otto was relieved. Although he still had to devote part of his mind to guarding against the opponent's sneak attack, this situation was considered good.

"You are not good at what you do! That guy with the giant axe disappeared without even seeing us in front of us."

A trace of anger flashed in Borg Otto's eyes, and he swung his fist faster, preparing to smash Mark's annoying mouth.

Just as Borg Otto was about to punch Mark in the head, a sudden sound from behind interrupted his attack, forcing him to retreat to avoid the attack.

After several consecutive blows, Borg Otto's attack rhythm was completely disrupted, and Mark's set of tortoise punches left him unable to fight back.

"You scumbag!"

Mark ignored the other party's abuse and punched Borg Otto hard on the chin, causing two bloody teeth to fly out of the other party's mouth.

Seeing the resentful look in his eyes, Mark laughed and rushed forward, beating the opponent until he ran away with his head in his arms.

Just when Mark was playing very happily and was about to sing a song, a sense of danger surrounded his heart.

Mark subconsciously used his weapon color to harden his body. Borg Otto punched Mark hard with his right hand. Taking advantage of the gap when the opponent raised his hand to block, he took out a small pistol with his left hand and shot Mark in the chest.

The severe pain in his chest weakened Mark's hand, and he was punched two meters away by Borg Otto. Borg Otto, who was about to step forward to finish the attack, was punched in the back by Shirley who rushed towards him.

Borg Otto endured the severe pain and fired three shots in the direction where Mark fell to the ground. The angry Shirley slashed his neck with a knife, and the weapon-colored neck was beaten into a strange arc.

Feeling the strong breath of life in front of her, Shirley breathed a sigh of relief and split Borg Otto into two halves.

"Cough cough~"

Mark spat out a mouthful of blood and took four bullets from his chest. If he were to fight alone, he would probably die from the opponent's four consecutive blows.

Four bullets were connected in a line to break through the opponent's armed defense and penetrate the opponent's heart. Fortunately, Shirley struck quickly to interrupt the opponent's rhythm.

Only two of the four bullets hit the same point. Looking at the seastone bullet in his hand, Mark estimated that it must be the most expensive thing on the opponent's body.

Mark smiled at Shirley to indicate that he was fine. He walked over to Berg Otto and picked up the pistol on the ground. When he opened it, he found that the firing pin inside had been damaged.

Mark smiled bitterly and threw the pistol to the ground, looked sideways at Shirley and said softly

"Thanks to you, I was able to save a small life. How is the battle situation with Liya and the others?"

Shirley pursed her lips and smiled, and said slowly, "The battle is over, and those pirates are no match for Liya."

When the two returned to the port, Ophelia had already put on new clothes and waved to them with a smile.

"Lord, our people found him on a coast. According to him, he is the king here."

Ophelia pointed at Gulliver Modi behind him. The gorgeous clothes on his body were now stained. Mark said with some confusion.

"Do you have any evidence that you are the king here?"

Gulliver Moody was slightly stunned. This was the first time he encountered such a situation of proving that he was himself. He didn't know what to say for a while.

After a moment of silence, Gulliver Mordy took out a seal from his arms and handed it to Mark. Looking at the seal with the words Gulliver's Empire engraved in his hand, Mark nodded slowly.

"Hello, Your Majesty the King, Rear Admiral Mark of the Navy Headquarters has been ordered to come to the rescue."

"Thank you for your rescue, Major General Mark"

Gulliver Moody reached out and took his seal, looking at the flames spreading in all directions with some desolation. The navy was organizing manpower to put out the fire.

Gulliver Mordy felt a pain in his heart when he thought of the ministers who threw him into the escape boat.

"Sorry!"

Mark wanted to reach out and pat the other person's shoulder, but then he thought that this was not good, so he could only change direction midway and touch his scar.

"Gulliver's empire is over..."

Gulliver Moody's eyes were full of deathly silence, like a dying old man. Mark didn't know much about the previous situation. Seeing the king so sad, he quickly comforted him.

"Empires are created from scratch. Now you are the last pillar of these civilians. You are not destroyed in Gulliver's empire. I hope you can cheer up and lead the remaining citizens to live a good life."

Hearing Mark's words, Gulliver Moody's eyes flashed with a glimmer, and then he seemed to remember something and began to whisper.

"Yes...I want to use this broken body to do something for this country!"

Looking at the king who was getting better, Mark nodded slightly and sighed inwardly that he was still very good at comforting others.

"Father!"

"His Majesty!"

A dozen figures came to Mark under the escort of a group of sailors. A noble and beautiful woman and a handsome young man quickly ran to Gulliver Modi.

The three of them hugged each other and cried, looking like a happy family. Although Mark could vaguely sense the resentment emanating from the mother and son, this was their family matter and he was too lazy to take care of it.

After putting out the fire, Mark reported the situation here to Kong, refused the king's request to stay, and returned to the warship to command the navy to set sail and head towards the sea area where the next target was.