A Pirate's Counting Life

"Major General Mark!"

A delicate voice sounded from below the warship. The sailor standing on the deck looked at Mark with a scum-like look, as if to say, two are not enough?How many more beauties are you going to harm?

The sailors imagined a beautiful girl with a petite figure. As the footsteps came from the springboard, the sailors craned their necks and looked up in anticipation.

Several muscular men slowly opened the buttons of their shirts, revealing their strong chest muscles and constantly doing breast expansion exercises to excite their hormones.

"This... this is impossible!"

Looking at Ailiti, who was two meters tall, broad-shouldered and round-waisted, the sailors seemed to have seen something terrifying. They kept comforting themselves that this strong man was just the bodyguard of that voice just now.

Mark ordered several stunned sailors to retract the springboard. As the springboard was slowly retracted, the sailors felt their hearts sinking little by little.

Mark asked Ariti to pick a room, and then lay down on the recliner with some pain. Ophelia came to Mark with a smile and gently pressed his head.

Seeing the smile on Mark's face, Shirley became unhappy for a moment. She took two steps forward to squeeze Ophelia away, and slowly pressed her hands on Mark's head.

"what!!"

Mark screamed in pain and grabbed Shirley's hands. At that moment, he almost thought his head had been squeezed.

"I'm sorry...How about I be gentle?"

Looking at Shirley's expectant eyes, Mark nodded helplessly. Looking at Mark's head covered in military color, Shirley's face instantly darkened.

Armed and domineering, her hands hardened. Watching the two of them transform from a massage to a domineering competition, Ophelia covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes curved into crescents.

Ten minutes later, Shirley put down Mark's head without any interest, turned around and walked towards the cabin.

Mark rubbed his somewhat swollen head and slowly walked to the bow of the ship to look at the scenery ahead. Suddenly a black spot appeared in the distance. As it got closer, the black spot gradually turned into a small island with a diameter of one kilometer.

The navigator came to Mark and looked at the recording pointer in his hand, and said softly, "The recording pointer does not sense magnetism."

Mark nodded and was about to give the order to go around when Shirley suddenly walked out of the cabin and whispered, "There is a breath of life hovering between the lieutenant general and the major general."

"It can't be such a coincidence..."

Mark shook his head in amusement, but he didn't take it seriously. After all, it was not impossible for some strong men to appear in the Grand Line.What if you just get tired from swimming and go ashore to have a rest?

"I'll go take a look, you stay and protect them."

Mark jumped off the deck and used Moon Step to fly towards the island. When he flew over the center of the island, he looked at the familiar figure and said with some surprise.

"No way…"

Looking at the woman lying in the rubble, Mark shook his head in amusement. This was probably the limitation of Devil Fruit. This kind of island with no living things and no trees was really unfriendly to people with abilities.

Even though Delacla had the strength of a lieutenant general, she suffered from dehydration without drinking water for a long time.

"navy?"

Delacara looked at Mark in the air a little weakly, and immediately used the virus to stimulate her body. Her pale cheeks turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye. This was her trump card.

Ever since the merchant ship she was on sank nearby, she has been waiting for new ships to pass by. Unfortunately, what she didn't know was that the virus she spread on the last island forced the merchant ships to change their routes until today. Ailiti just cured the last patient.

If Ailiti delayed for a few more days, the destroyer would probably destroy herself.

Mark looked at Delacra condescendingly. The other party had obviously used some secret method to bring him back to the top.

He didn't want to fight Delacara. He was instinctively worried about things like viruses. After thinking for a while, Mark turned around and flew towards the warship.

"Come back! Coward!"

Delacara roared at Mark's back. After Mark's back disappeared, Delacara took back the surrounding viruses into her body. Originally, she wanted to catch the opponent off guard, but in the end, they didn't follow the routine at all.

If she hadn't been confused and used her trump card just now, she felt that she would have a great chance of succeeding in the sneak attack.

Delacara spent an hour in an annoyed mood, and her originally rosy cheeks instantly turned pale.

"The breath has fallen to the colonel"

Mark nodded towards Shirley and said unhurriedly, "Let people always observe the wind direction, and we must be in the upper wind at all times."

Shirley hummed softly and stared intently at the meat on Mark's charcoal grill, her throat rolling up and down. Mark looked at Aaliya helplessly.

The long-legged girl instantly understood what Mark meant, walked to the navigator and repeated what he just said.

"Mark, you can eat it!"

Shirley took Mark's chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat and put it into her mouth. After chewing it twice, she showed a satisfied smile.

Mark was speechless as he looked at the girl who used the question as an affirmative. A minute later, Shirley returned the chopsticks to Mark and pointed to the wooden basin on the ground used to hold the meat slices.

Mark felt that he had made a stupid decision, a heart-wrenching plan to make himself look like a vendor selling meat skewers, the kind that didn't require tips.

Delacara was lying on the edge of the island, looking numbly at the warship in the distance. The scent in the air seemed to be equipped with an automatic tracking function, and kept entering her nostrils.

At this moment, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness. She used to think that she was a god, a god who controlled the life and death of others. But when she lived on this isolated island, she realized that she was just a human being.

A person who cannot go to the sea to fish has powerful senses that allow her to see that she is weakening every minute.

This feeling of waiting for death tortured her spirit, and she was now supported by the hatred in her heart.

She would not rest in peace until that damn navy was taken away. Mark on the warship acted as a barbecue machine. Shirley took the chopsticks from Mark and began to pick up the meat slices on the charcoal grill.

Shirley suddenly picked up a piece of meat and handed it to Mark. Just when Mark was so moved that he was about to cry, Shirley motioned with her eyes to Mark to help her roll up her fallen sleeves.

The corner of Mark's mouth twitched slightly, and he helplessly rolled up Shirley's sleeves, watching helplessly as the other party stuffed the pieces of meat into his mouth and chewed it.

"The aura has dropped to the level of captain"

Shirley licked the remaining dipping sauce at the corner of her mouth, and Mark slowly stood up with a serious look on his face.

"I'll call the teacher and ask!"

Mark made a scissor hand gesture in his mind. He had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and finally he could reasonably leave this damn charcoal oven.

"Why are you making a phone call secretly? Just call it here and bake it at the same time!"

"Um...where's my phone bug? I remember I put it on me. If it doesn't work, I have to go back to the cabin to look for it."

Shirley grabbed Mark who was about to run away. She slowly reached into Mark's jacket pocket with her left hand and took out a phone bug from inside.

"Eh...how could it be here? Did I remember it wrong? Xiaoli, you are so awesome!"

Mark sat back down with a smile on his face and MMP in his heart. While playing with the meat slices on the charcoal grill, he dialed Sora's phone:

"You brat, what's wrong with you?"

"I met the Destroyer"

Mark described the current situation to Sora, and there was silence on the other end of the phone for a while.

"You're so lucky, kid. According to my estimation, you would suffer a big loss at the opponent's hands, but I didn't expect you to get an advantage. Catch her back. This kind of terrifying devil fruit shouldn't appear in the world." maritime"

Mark hung up the phone and said to the navigator on the side, "Turn the ship around and shoot up."

The navigator was confused and gave orders to everyone. After a few rounds of gunfire, Shirley nodded to Mark.

After receiving Shirley's reply, Mark raised his right hand to signal the warship to cease fire, picked up a pair of sea-stone handcuffs, jumped into the sky and flew towards the island.

A minute later, Mark flew back to the warship carrying a ragged woman, threw Delacra onto the deck, and shouted to the side.

"Alia goes and gives her a bath, and then puts a pair of sea tower stone shackles on her."

After crossing Delacra's name off the task list, Mark breathed a sigh of relief. He could finally take a good rest.