Pirates: The Biggest Scum In Marine History

"Hey hey hey, it seems that your spirits are pretty good..."

"How about it, are you still holding on?"

In the gloomy prison, "Plague" Quinn "tortured" the two prisoners as usual.

He looked at Darren and Bullet, who were lying on the ground panting wildly and roaring like beasts, and let out a smug and treacherous laugh.

"As long as you are willing to surrender, all this will end."

"Of course, I personally don't want you to surrender. After all, such a perfect experimental product is rare."

Quinn was smoking a cigar in a loud voice, exhaling smoke rings one after another, and looking at the numbers of the life detection instrument from time to time.

"Is that all you can do?"

Darren panted heavily and said something with a smirk.

The excruciating pain made it hard for him to breathe.

On the red and hot skin, hideous blue veins swelled up, wriggling along with the violent beating of the heart.

"Tch, you're really stubborn."

Quinn narrowed his small eyes, and said with disdain on his face:

"When Laozi installs the latest experimental equipment, he will be able to develop a more pure virus, and then you will not even beg for mercy."

"asshole!!"

Darren struggled to stand up with fury on his face, and punched Quinn's fat face with difficulty.

Quinn grabbed Darren's arm easily, and said with a grin:

"The taste of seastone is not good, is it? What a soft fist..."

He punched Darren hard in the stomach, and Darren's body suddenly bent like a boiled shrimp, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Blood spattered, staining Quinn's face and overalls red.

Quinn: ...

"You bloody bastard!! How dare you spray Laozi's face with blood!!"

Quinn was obviously stunned for a moment before roaring furiously.

He was just about to roll up his sleeves and give these two guys a good lesson, but seeing that they had fallen to the ground weakly like dead dogs, dying, he could only grit his teeth angrily and give up.

"Wait until Laozi cleans up before coming back to clean up you!"

The fat man in the overalls gritted his teeth and threw down a sentence, then angrily closed the cell door and strode away.

There was a dead silence in the prison again.

a minute later,

Darren and Bullet slowly sat up from the dirty and smelly ground.

"You bastard, if you don't become a marine, you can become an actor."

Bullet, whose face was slightly pale, glanced weakly at the black-haired Marine, and couldn't help but say something.

Although with the improvement of physical fitness and virus resistance, the virus of the fat man in overalls has not had much destructive power on him.

But with every injection, the pain that would make life worse than death will follow like a shadow, without any weakening.

Darren raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled and said:

"Who says you can't be a Marine if you have good acting skills?"

He panted slightly, raised his eyebrows, and spoke teasingly.

"The acting skills in Marine are better than mine, but there are many people..."

Bullet sneered disdainfully:

"That fat man is destined to be played around by you now, you bastard..."

In his mind, he remembered the insidious trick of being bombarded with an arm when he was fighting Darren, and his teeth creaked:

"...the heart is really dirty!"

"Thanks."

"Damn it! I'm not praising you!!"

Bullet growled angrily:

"You bastard... really makes people angry!"

Darren smiled, leaning his back against the damp wall, raised his head slightly, his eyes dazed.

"Bullet, we'll be escaping soon, and once we get out... have you thought about what you're going to do?"

The dim oil lamp casts warm yellow light, casting the profile of the young Marine as a swaying shadow on the wall.

Bullet gave Darren a questioning look, the anger fading from his face.

He was silent for a few seconds, then grinned slowly and said:

"The strongest."

"That's not easy."

Darren laughed.

Bullet sneered:

"You don't understand this kind of thing, you just get promoted step by step and become your Marine Admiral."

"Don't get too weak, Darren."

"Otherwise, when we meet again later, I will directly screw your head off."

Darren narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Each each other."

The voice fell, and a low voice came from the wall between the two.

"Master Darren."

Ripples gradually appeared on the dilapidated wall, and Senor's figure emerged from the watery wall.

"The things you arranged are ready, how is your side?"

Darren said calmly:

"Everything is going according to plan."

Senor nodded,

"Then I'll go."

"etc."

Just when Senor's figure was about to "sink" into the wall, Darren suddenly stopped him.

Senor turned his head and asked patiently:

"Does Lord Darren have any other orders?"

Darren shook his head and suddenly asked:

"Is there any smoke?"

Senor was taken aback, he fumbled on his suit, took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket, and opened the cigarette case.

"Only the last one."

He handed Darren the cigarette and the lighter at the same time.

"enough."

Darren pulled out his last cigarette and placed it lightly in Senor's mouth.

Senor stared blankly at Darren's actions, and didn't know how to react for a while.

Click——

Lighter to light cigarette.

Darren put the cigarette case and lighter back inside Senor's clothes and took a step back.

"I'm a Marine, so I do it the Marine way."

He smiled at Senor.

Suddenly raised his hand.

He saluted a standard military salute.

The seastone shackles rattled as he moved.

Senor's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly.

The lit cigarette stuck to his lower lip and did not fall.

"Go ahead, when we escape, let's sit together and smoke a cigarette together."

Darren lowered his arms and smiled.

Hearing Darren's words, Senor finally came to his senses.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette, nodded heavily, and immediately plunged into the splash of water on the wall.

"…Yes, Lord Darren."

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Brown islands on land.

Northwest of the prison.

In a ten-meter-high building, rooms are filled with a large number of experimental equipment.

"Those two damned guys, they stained Laozi's clothes!!"

Quinn walked into his residence cursing, and finally "pulled" his fat ball-like body out of the tight overalls, simply wrapped it in a bath towel, and turned on the hot water valve in the bathroom.

He went to the closet and opened it.

The wardrobe is full of brand new overalls of the same style.

Quinn took out one and hung it on the coat hook with a whimper. After thinking for a while, he took out a bunch of keys from the blood-stained overalls and hung them on the coat hook as well.

Immediately, she sang a ditty and walked into the shower.

The sound of rushing water came out, and the thick steam covered the glass door of the shower room, and the distorted shadow of the big fat man singing and dancing was faintly seen in it.

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