Pirates making memes: get eight magic skills at the beginning

"..."

Haba's jaw was dislocated, and he couldn't open his mouth to speak at all, so he could only stare helplessly.

"You can't even answer such a simple question, it seems that you want to force me to torture you!"

Yang Ming stuffed a ball of toilet paper into Haba's mouth, and at the same time covered his eyes with a towel, placed him horizontally on the ground, and turned on the faucet slightly, so that water dripped out continuously, continuously dripping. It landed on Haba's forehead.

In ancient times, the torture of dripping water was similar to the torture of cannon fire. It seems that the harm is not great, but when the eyes of the person are blinded, all the senses of the outside world will be amplified. Penetrating terror.

While Haba was enjoying the torture of dripping water, Yang Ming checked the system's news.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic lines of Tokyo Ghoul and getting a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

A lottery roulette emerged with few prizes on it.

Prizes: rc cells, He Bao...

[rc cell]: ...

Before Yang Ming could check the prizes he got in the lottery, the gourmet cells in his body were like a great white shark smelling fishy, ​​and he opened his mouth to devour all the rc cells that merged into his body.

The food cells brought quite good feedback, starting to strengthen Yang Ming's body from the cell level.

Yang Ming could feel that his physical fitness had improved significantly.

Clenching his fists tightly, feeling the power in his hands, Yang Ming secretly speculated that the improvement brought about by the gourmet cells saved him at least a year of hard work.

Smelling an unpleasant stench in the air, Yang Ming frowned.

He turned his head abruptly and glanced at Haba.

Haba's pants were already wet, and his legs were slightly convulsed.

It is estimated that the other party has reached the limit, and if the water dripping torture continues, the other party may be tortured into a fool, so Yang Ming turned off the faucet and took away the towel from Haba's eyes.

Regaining the light, Haba suddenly burst into tears.

Haba has never felt the beauty of life like now!

If he could do it all over again, he would definitely not be so tough on this group of marines!

Yang Ming took paper and pen from the hardware store, threw them in front of Haba, and said:

"You should be able to write, tell me the truth."

Haba looked at Yang Ming in awe. He really missed his mark. He didn't expect that this seemingly harmless child was actually the scariest one in this group of marines.

In order to avoid being subjected to the torture of dripping water just now, Haba held the penholder, tremblingly leaving crooked handwriting on the paper.

The knowledge penetration rate in this world is not high.

Although Haba is the person in charge of an important base station, he hasn't read any books, and his handwriting is simply unsightly.

Yang Ming took the information and read it for a long time before he could barely understand it.

"The second wrench in the third row on the left counter of the hardware store is the mechanism to open the basement. Turn it clockwise once to open the basement door. Half of the population of slaves has been transferred to Tom Shipbuilding Company."

After getting this piece of information, everyone quickly found the wrench.

"Crack!"

With one twist of the wrench clockwise, the wall behind the hardware store workbench parted to the left and right, revealing a staircase that snaked down.

Going all the way down the stairs, the air gradually gets stale.

There are two pirates guarding the basement, perhaps because of the perennial pampering, they have already lost their due vigilance, they are still drinking and eating meat there, and have no reaction to the navy who came to the basement.

A pirate was drunk, opened his hazy eyes, and said:

"Hey, why is there someone in the basement again, didn't they just take away a batch of goods a while ago?"

As soon as the pirate finished speaking, a bullet pierced his head.

The moment the other pirate heard the gunshot, his whole body trembled and he woke up from the alcohol.

However, only a cold bullet greeted him.

"Pfft!"

This pirate was also shot in the forehead, his head tilted, and his face fell directly on a plate of good food on the table.

Duddy Masterson blew on the muzzle of the gun, then twirled the flintlock in his hand and tucked it into the holster on his waist.

The basement is cold and damp, and a group of human slaves are imprisoned in the iron fence according to different types of goods.

Young and strong men, children, girls in their prime, and beauties with good looks and figures.

Old people are obviously a cheap type of cargo, so there are no old people in the basement.

In order to prevent these imprisoned population slaves from making trouble, they are only given one meal a day in the basement, so that they are always hungry and weak.

When the six people from Yang Ming came to the basement, most of the detainees curled up in a corner to sleep, in order to reduce physical exhaustion and not feel hungry or uncomfortable.

Looking at these people, all of whom were sallow and emaciated from hunger, everyone's expressions were a little unsightly.

They are still young, and they all have their own justice in their hearts, and they cannot accept that their compatriots will be reduced to this situation.

Tina fumbled for a bunch of keys from the corpse of the pirate, opened the iron fence one by one, and said:

"We are the navy, we are here to save you!"

A little girl woke up from her sleep, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and said:

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Seeing that the little girl was wearing thin clothes and shivering from the cold, Tina held the little girl in her arms, letting the warmth of her body pass to her, and said:

"Don't worry, this is not a dream!"

The others woke up one after another, staggered out of the iron fence, and walked back to the hardware store along the stairs.

After regaining their freedom, many people wept with joy when they saw the long-lost sunshine outside.

Yang Ming glanced out of the corner of his eye, and found Haba lying in a pool of blood, with the pen used to write information stuck upside down around his neck, his brows slightly frowned.

From a glimpse of the leopard in the tube, it can be seen that Doflamingo has a bit of control.

Looking at the scribbled information in his hand, Yang Ming muttered to himself:

"Tom Shipbuilding?"

"How could this matter have something to do with them?"

The six of Yang Ming first contacted the navy stationed near the capital of seven waters, and asked them to come and pick up the slaves, arranged for these people to go home one after another, and then went straight to the Tom Shipbuilding Company.

Tom Shipbuilding Company, as a world-renowned company, is located in the city center of the Seven Waters.

It can be seen from a distance, the unique horn murloc trademark of Tom Shipbuilding Company.

It has to be said that in this world, no matter what race they are, they all like to show their most distinctive side, whether it's used to make a pirate flag, or as a company's trademark.

When I came to the resident of Tom Shipbuilding Company, I heard a "clinking" sound. A group of shipwrights were busy building new ships, and there was a scene of enthusiasm everywhere.

A group of murlocs, relying on strength ten times stronger than ordinary people, carried a batch of materials needed for shipbuilding.

Espagu was riding on the iron ladder, with a screw in his mouth, a hammer in his right hand, and the wooden board handed over by the murloc with his left hand, took off the screw in his mouth, and firmly nailed it to the wooden board superior.

Espagu gave a thumbs up to the visitor and said:

"Markulo, thanks to your help, otherwise the construction period may have to be extended this time."

Markulo belongs to the eel swallowers among the murlocs. He has algae-green skin and is ugly, with small eyes and a big mouth. There is a white and purple square scarf on his head, and only a set of simple work clothes on his body. Huge chest.

Markulo scratched the back of his head, showing a shy smile, and said:

"You're too polite. If it wasn't for Uncle Tom's willingness to take us in, we'd still be wandering around without a fixed place."

Suddenly, there was a noise at the entrance of the company's residence.

Esbagu came down from the iron ladder, stretched his numb legs, and walked towards the entrance of the company's residence.

"Someone is making trouble?"

At first, when he saw a group of company shipwrights gathered at the gate of the station, Espagu thought someone was coming to make trouble.

But when Espagu pushed through the crowd and got out, he found that things were not that simple.

Six brightly dressed men and women stood at the entrance of the company. The leader of the boy was holding a navy certificate and said expressionlessly:

"According to the clues provided by the informant, we now suspect that your Tom Shipbuilding Company is hiding human slaves and is suspected of conducting human trafficking business with the great pirate Doflamingo."

A group of shipwrights glared at Yang Ming with weapons like hammers in their hands.

"fart!"

Frankie put his hands on his hips and angrily reprimanded:

"Our Tom Shipbuilding Company has always been operating in a well-regulated manner. How can it be possible to do business in human trafficking?"

"You are purely slandering us!"

"I doubt now, are you a navy or not!"

Franky is one of Tom's close disciples, and his remarks, to a certain extent, can also represent the attitude of Tom Shipbuilding Company.

All the shipwrights were passionate, if they hadn't worried that Yang Ming and the six were really navy, this group of burly and powerful boatwrights would have rushed forward in a swarm and taught Yang Ming and the six a lesson.

Even, some people in the knife point squad felt a little shaken.

Before coming to Tom Shipbuilding Company, the Knife Tip Squad had done some research. Tom Shipbuilding Company's annual profits from building new ships and repairing ships far exceeded the benefits obtained from human trafficking, so there was no need to take any risks.

Espagu tidied up his slightly messy clothes, came to Yang Ming and the other six, and carefully observed the navy certificate in Yang Ming's hand. It was stamped with the seal of the Navy Headquarters. It couldn't be fake at all. ,road:

"Masters of the navy, I wonder if there is some misunderstanding in this?"

The other five people all set their eyes on Yang Ming, and let him make the decision.

Yang Ming hesitated in his heart. According to the development of the original book, Tom Shipbuilding Company has nothing to do with human trafficking. It seems that all this is a prank by Haba.