Pirates of Extreme Chaos

"You bastard kid, come down here if you dare."

“Buzz~buzz~~~”

"Remember, wash your head clean and wait for me. I will chop off your dog's head with a wild dragon."

“Buzz~buzz~~~”

"Ah ah ah ah ah"

""

No longer able to maintain a calm and cheerful attitude, Barbarian Bone roared and roared like a madman, like a tireless beast, unable to splash water from the heavy Oboko Barbarian Dragon Dance;

However, no matter how sharp the wind pressure was, only a very small part of the huge mosquito swarm numbering in the hundreds of thousands was eliminated. The mosquito swarms scattered and gathered again and again, forming a dense black mass looking for those who bit him. The chance, even if he didn't bite, still harassed him and made him lose control of his emotions, making him unable to rest and continue rowing.

"Mr. Mangu", Chrollo was very worried, because the wounds on Mangu's chest and abdomen were torn repeatedly, which was really not optimistic. He also felt guilty: "Yes, I'm sorry, it was me who dragged you down, if it wasn't me"

"Ah", Barbarian put down the barbarian dragon angrily, looked at Chrollo's smart eyes for a while, and said violently: "Stop dragging me down with your fucking nonsense. Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am? I am master." But Mangu is the spider leader of the Phantom Troupe who only lives in his own way and as he pleases."

Chrollo was shocked, and immediately he clenched his teeth and tears flowed unsatisfactorily.

Rather than being frightened by Barbarian Bone's ferocious appearance, Chrollo understood what was hidden beneath Barbarian Bone's ferocious appearance.

Before this moment, Chrollo was just like the joking name of Barbarian, and he was an unlucky child.

The "Meteor Street" in the West Sea is Chrollo's hometown, a peninsula extending under the red earth continent. As early as more than 700 years ago, when the World Government was first established, it was the "garbage dump of the world";

Garbage, weapons, contaminated materials, corpses, babies, anything is allowed to be discarded on "Meteor Street";

"Meteor Street" also accepts criminals, refugees, beggars, and anyone who can't survive in this world.

The barren and chaotic "Meteor Street" seems to gather the filth of the world. Ever since he was sensible, Chrollo has longed for the world outside "Meteor Street". He loves to collect newspapers and books in the garbage dump, and through old and incomplete The pictures were imaginary and beautiful, until he took action and risked his life to get into the garbage transport ship. The sailor drank the wine barrel and planned to sneak across.

Chrollo succeeded. He did see the world outside "Meteor Street" with his own eyes. The blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water were all scenery that could not be compared to the desolate "Meteor Street";

Chrollo also failed. Before he had time to leave the garbage transport ship and truly experience the world outside "Meteor Street", he was encountered by a barbarian and robbed the garbage transport ship and headed towards "Meteor Street", returning strangely.

Fate is almost cruelly teasing and even mocking Chrollo, but the people in "Meteor Street" have always been strong, and even five- or six-year-old children are not willing to bow their heads to fate and cry for mercy.

However, Barbarian Bones may appear to be vicious, but in fact, his actions of care make Chrollo, who lost his adoptive father at the age of three and had to struggle to survive on his own and suffered bullying, feel the taste of being cared for for the first time in his life.

In the short time they spent together, Barbarian's spirit and ideas deeply influenced Chrollo.

"You crying little brat," Mangu muttered, raising his eyelids as he stared at Brad and Mosquito Girl in the sky, secretly thinking: Is that the end of it?

firmament.

"He can't take it anymore, hum~" Mosquito Girl said happily: "With the endless consumption of physical strength and the constant loss of blood, his face has turned pale."

Brad remained calm: "There's no rush."

Make a call on your cell phone.

"I'm Brad Hyman, Mr. Zefa, where are you?" Brad explored the location of the Naval Academy's internship ship.

Zefa on the other end said: "I promise to arrive within two days and forty-eight hours."

"Ok."

Brad hung up the phone and carefully checked the chart. He also had to know his position and at the same time searched for the weather forecast with the help of his phone.

"Everything went well." Brad came to the conclusion that everything went well, but Brad felt uneasy.

Brad once chatted with Andreessen, and there was such a conversation

"When executing a mission, our usual pattern is to investigate the enemy's behavior in detail in advance and act in conjunction with the enemy's movements. It is similar to waiting for the enemy. However, everything goes smoothly until the day of the final battle. Accidents often happen to both us and the target. It is accidental. Or what are the inevitable odds, Father."

"I think the chance is not very high, but children encounter it often."

"Inconsistency, Father."

"We investigate the enemy's behavior in detail in advance and act in conjunction with the enemy's movements before deciding the day for the final decisive battle. The longer the day, the easier it is for us and the target to have unexpected surprises. I worked before It often happens that things that usually don’t happen happen on the day of the final battle. As for the previous work, just change the day of the final battle. Of course, there are also situations where you have to bite the bullet and force yourself.”

""

Whether it's Mangu, Chrollo, Brad, or Mosquito Girl, everyone is suffering in this tug-of-war.

Countdown, forty-seven hours.

Unable to restrain himself, Barbarian Bone tried to attack Brad with the intention of releasing the element, but unfortunately the distance was not enough.

Brad's intelligence information recorded that Mangu was not only a master of telekinesis in the strengthening type, but also had a good level of telekinesis in the releasing type, so he had already taken precautions.

Countdown, thirty-nine hours.

Barbarian Bones and Chrollo's have no fresh water.

Brad and Mosquito Girl also don't have much fresh water left, but there is some after all.

Countdown, twenty-eight hours.

A group of rocks that were not marked on the nautical chart blocked the path of Mangu and Chrollo.

"Get out of here", Mangu jumped off the raft, and Oboko Manlong looked around and pushed Chrollo away.

"Hoho~~~Man"

Chrollo's lips were covered with dead skin, and his blue and black eye sockets were dry and red. He wanted to say something, but his mouth could no longer be opened. The words were held in his throat and turned into hoarse sounds.

Barbarian Bones' image was even worse than Chrollo's, especially the wounds on his chest and abdomen that reeked of stench.

"Young mother-in-law." Man Gu smiled very ugly: "Whether you can survive depends on your luck. If you are lucky and survive, remember to help me promote the Phantom Troupe. I don't want the inheritance of the Phantom Troupe to be interrupted. In my generation, ahem, I brought you with me for selfish reasons, hahahaha, but I find it difficult, after all, you are an unlucky child."

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