A Pirate's Counting Life

Just when Mark was about to take a rest, there was a sudden knock on the door. Mark opened it and saw that it was Colonel Cohen. He was also holding a navy lieutenant colonel uniform in his hand.

Only then did Mark remember that he was naked from the waist up. He took over the military uniform and said thank you.

Just as he was about to close the door, a figure in the distance attracted his attention. When Cohen turned around and saw that the person was Wayne, he smiled and said hello to him.

Wayne also smiled and nodded. Cohen turned around and left without lingering. Wayne slowly came to the door and looked at Mark with some embarrassment.

"Lieutenant Colonel, I..."

"It goes without saying Wayne, everyone has the right to choose, I don't blame you."

Mark smiled at Wayne, then pushed the door open and made a gesture of please.

"Come in for a chat?"

Wayne did not refuse, walked into the room and closed the door.

He came to the table, found a seat and sat down, and said slowly, "Congratulations, Lieutenant Colonel, for defeating the bloody swordsman Moara. Your name will definitely be heard throughout the sea in the future."

Mark smiled and accepted the other party's blessing. At this moment, the two felt that there seemed to be a layer of separation between them.

"Lieutenant Colonel...I'm sorry...I said I would avoid some meaningless sacrifices..."

As Wayne spoke, his head lowered unconsciously, and Mark smiled when he saw this.

He gently patted Wayne's shoulder and comforted him, "I understand. I used to think that I was a person like you. Today, when I heard that Moara was coming, I also thought about running away.

But at that moment, a picture flashed in my mind. They were all residents of the island. At that moment, I hesitated and thought of the scene where they were killed by pirates. I decided to fight for them."

Mark paused slightly, looked at Wayne's expression, and found that the other person was even more guilty, and then slowed down his tone, "Everyone has their own justice, Wayne, I hope you can be yourself and don't burden the world." Nothing is perfect, all we can do is to be clear about it.”

Wayne looked up at Mark. After noticing the sincerity in the other person's eyes, Wayne's eyes were a little moist, "I'm sorry, Lieutenant Colonel, I let you down."

Mark didn't say much, just looked at the other person with a smile, and said softly, "We will still be comrades on the same ship from now on. Don't burden yourself with anything, Captain Wien."

Mark patted Wayne's shoulder lightly and sent him out of the room. After walking a few steps, Wayne looked back at the closed door and sighed slightly.

He understood that the two of them would be strangers from now on, and that the other party would no longer regard him as a friend, but Wayne did not regret it. Even if it happened again, his choice would still be to save his own life first and then talk about justice.

Mark lay on the bed a little tired. He was very unhappy without a confidant. He decided to choose his confidants carefully in the future.

The soldiers on his warship must have the same beliefs as him, and his confidants must be of the same mind as him, so that everyone can go further on the road of safeguarding justice.

Thinking about this, Mark fell asleep unconsciously. When he woke up, it was already the next day. After stretching his muscles for a while, Mark decided to go find some small slopes to practice his skills.

After asking Colonel Cohen about the location, Mark came to a small slope. Looking at the 20-meter-high slope, Mark made a twisting gesture.

Then he covered the armed domineering force with his hands and punched the dirt slope. Looking at the dirt slope where he had blasted a small hole, a trace of excitement flashed across Mark's face. This was much more exciting than hitting a sandbag.

In order to consume the domineering power of the armed color faster, Mark used all his strength to cover his upper body with the armed color.

"boom boom"

Two hours later, Mark finally leveled the small slope in front of him. After rubbing his aching waist, Mark moved his target to the next slope.

Mark stopped after six hours. His domineering energy had been exhausted and he needed to return to the branch to replenish his energy.

Staggering to the canteen, everyone he met along the way greeted him in a friendly way, and Mark also gave those people a polite smile.

An hour later, Mark walked out of the cafeteria while picking his teeth. The chef threw away the spoon and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then fell weakly to the ground.

Looking at the thirty chefs lying around, he felt for the first time that being a chef was quite dangerous.

The thirty chefs no longer had the strength to move their fingers. Only the slight rise and fall of their chests proved that they were still alive.

Mark felt that he was now full of strength. Just as he was about to smash the remaining hills to pieces, he heard the alarm bell ringing in the distance.

Mark frowned slightly and rushed towards the dock. As soon as he arrived at the dock, he saw a cone falling from the sky, like a spinning top, knocking ten sailors away.

"Kapp!!"

When Qingjiao saw Mark on the path, she yelled and rushed towards him. When she saw the navy being knocked away spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air and not getting up after falling to the ground, Mark was also furious.

"Green pepper!! Die!"

Mark roared angrily, covered his right hand with armed domineering energy, and rushed towards Qingjiao.

Qingjiao, who originally wanted to kill Mark with a cone when he was overwhelmed with rage, stopped when he saw Mark's dark right hand.

Seeing Qingjiao flinch, Mark directly used Shao to rush in front of Qingjiao and punched the opponent in the stomach. Qingjiao crossed his hands to resist Mark's attack, but was knocked away by the huge force.

Qingjiao did two somersaults in the air to relieve Mark's huge strength and then landed steadily on the ground. Qingjiao looked at Mark in the distance with some confusion, and for the first time a sense of frustration arose in her heart.

He understood the unique secret of Ba Bao Shuijun's eight punch boxing as his own secret. Even Ge Li praised him as a genius, and he had always thought so.

Until just now when he saw the sailor named Garp opposite him, using his armed domineering force that he had not learned yet, he felt a little shaken by the word genius for the first time.

After a second of silence, a shocking breath burst out from Qingjiao.

"I'm the green pepper of a cone! How could I lose to you!"

In Mark's somewhat horrified gaze, something as black as ink quickly covered the green pepper's cone.

"What the hell? Awakening the armed color now? This script is wrong!"

Mark roared in his heart. He almost died before he woke up. Green Pepper only woke up after being knocked three meters away by him. His current mood was as disgusting as if he had eaten a dead fly.

I wouldn't be unhappy if Garp awakened the armed color Mark like this. After all, he has a lot of aura about him, but why are you, a supporting character whose head was beaten flat, so cunning?

Mark rushed towards Qingjiao in displeasure, preparing to hammer the opponent's cone head flat today.

"Eight Chong Fist Secrets Cone-headed Dragon"

Qingjiao jumped and drew an arc in the air, falling straight to where Mark was.

The cone head and fist collided in the air, and the huge force made Mark take half a step back.

"Ahhh"

Veins popped up on Mark's forehead. He roared angrily and pushed the cone head into the air with his right hand, knocking the green pepper away while the opponent had no leverage point in the air.

Mark directly kicked Qingjiao with two waves, and then quickly rushed towards Qingjiao's foothold, preparing to take away the opponent in one wave.

Qingjiao, who was flying in the air, crossed his hands and used his armed color to block two light blue slashes, then slowly landed on the ground. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a dark arm struck at his cone head.

Just now Mark changed his mind. He didn't want to flatten the opponent's cone. He wanted to directly bend the opponent's cone.

Qingjiao felt a crisis in her heart and immediately covered the cone head with armed colors. Mark's fist hit Qingjiao's cone head and a loud noise erupted.

Qingjiao was knocked away again and knocked down several small trees along the way. Qingjiao coughed and slowly walked out of the dust and looked at Mark with some solemnity. He almost lost his proud cone head just now, but luckily he reacted enough. quick

Mark felt a little regretful. Before he could take action again, a voice came from behind him.

"You were the one who defeated our first genius Qingjiao?"

Mark's hair stood on end, and all the cells in his body were transmitting fear to him. Before he could reply, Qingjiao yelled across from him.

"Dongliang! This is a battle between me and him! Don't interfere!"

Ge Li restrained his aura and said with a smile, "Okay, I won't interfere."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mark felt a line of sight scanning him constantly, as if his life would be taken away in the next second.

Mark secretly scolded the other party for being shameless. He had agreed not to interfere but still used his momentum to intimidate himself.

Seeing that Mark was distracted, Qingjiao rushed directly in front of him, and his dark fist hit Mark's cheek like a violent storm. Mark quickly protected his cheek with his arms.

Five minutes later, Mark felt that Qingjiao's movements were a little slow, as if he was unable to follow up, and he just wanted to seize the opportunity to hit the opponent hard.

A sense of danger surged into his heart, causing his fist to swing a beat slower, but Qingjiao easily dodged it.

Seeing the flaw that disappeared in the blink of an eye, Mark greeted Gree's immediate family members in his heart.

"Boy, are you angry in your heart?"

Gree's frivolous voice reached Mark's ears, and his tone sounded like he was still dissatisfied?If you don't accept it, come and beat me!

Mark was so angry that he was itching his teeth. Just when he was about to retort, he saw Qingjiao kicking his lower body with a vaginal leg.

A gust of cold air rushed straight from the soles of his feet to his mind, and Mark subconsciously used his right foot to block it.

Two domineering feet covered in armed colors collided in the air, erupting into a wave of air that blew down the surrounding weeds.