Chapter 109 First meeting, Mr. Tiger
A figure covered in blood was running wildly through the jungle. His skin and bare feet had been cut with blood by the ground covered with thorns and gravel, and the blood stains formed footprints, but the man didn't care.
run……
Run quickly...
Fisher Tiger...you must escape! !
An excruciating roar broke out in his heart, and Fisher Tiger almost bit his teeth into pieces, and turbid tears leaked out of his red eyes.
In the distance behind him came bursts of laughter, wails, curses, swords slicing bodies, and the noisy sounds of corpses falling to the ground one after another, getting farther and farther away.
He didn't dare to look back at all, he just closed his eyes tightly and ran in one direction in the jungle like a blind fly, running with all his strength.
Those dry and numb faces, those miserable and free smiles...
Countless noisy words echoed over and over again in his mind, making his thoughts confused like a ball of paste.
They... gave up the hope of survival to themselves! !
Thinking of this, Fisher Tiger clenched his fists hard, his nails pierced the flesh and blood of his palms, and he gritted his teeth with hatred, as if he wanted to bite them into pieces.
If...if I could be stronger...
"Damn!!"
With eyes split open, he ran as hard as he could, as if he wanted to throw away all the tragic sounds behind him.
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Two minutes later.
In the middle of the jungle, in front of the magnificent palace.
Corpses fell to the ground in a mess, with swords and spears piercing their bodies. The ground was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a pungent and disgusting smell of blood.
"Damn!!"
"You bunch of trash!!"
"You must have not trained me well!"
The Draco Phaplos Saint cursed furiously, with traces of fright remaining on his ugly face, and a line of sticky snot hanging under his nose.
"My drama!!"
"This perfect drama... was actually ruined by that damn fishman!!"
"How dare he! A humble slave should act according to my script!!"
He waved an iron whip in his hand, and with a snap, he whipped off a slave trader who was kneeling on the ground in fear, one after another, venting his inner anger.
Bang bang bang!
One whip after another, the slave trader was soon beaten to pieces, curled up on the ground and wailing, but the Tianlong people had no intention of stopping.
After whipping him until he completely stopped shaking and lifeless, Phiplos Saint still felt that it was not enough to satisfy his hatred, so he dropped the whip, stepped forward, took out his pistol, put it against the corpse's head and pulled the trigger.
boom! !
The slave trader's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white all over the floor.
Blood splashed on the glass cover of Tianlongren, making his twisted and perverted expression even crazier.
"Seal the island!! Find it for me!!"
"No matter what method you use, you must capture that despicable and dirty fishman, otherwise... you can all die!"
Pheplos Saint cursed angrily, making everyone around him tremble in fear.
"Yes! Lord Phaplos Saint!"
The guards and the two CP0 members did not dare to neglect, took action immediately, and quickly disappeared.
In front of the bloody palace, Phiplos Saint glanced at the slave corpses everywhere again, and his heart became more and more angry.
Because he suddenly saw that on the faces of the corpses, each one maintained the expression of hearty laughter before death... as if they were silently mocking him and his carefully planned drama.
"Damn fishman... I will cut you into pieces!!"
Pheplos Saint roared to the sky, his eyes were red, and he took out his pistol again while panting, and walked towards the corpses... staggeringly, and walked towards them crazily.
…
Bang bang bang! !
A round of bullets exploded on the ground beside him, splattering countless dust and gravel.
A chill ran down Fisher Tiger's spine and his pupils shrank.
Catching up!
"Stop running, damn slave!"
"You can't escape!"
"You have offended Lord Phiplos Saint and you still want to run away!?"
"..."
A burst of vicious and angry abuse came from far behind, causing Fisher Tiger to grit his teeth and speed up his pace.
Cold sweat like salt grains broke out on his forehead, but his heart sank quickly.
The steps became heavier and heavier, every breath felt like a knife cutting through the trachea, and the lungs burned like fire.
The strength of the fish-men clan is at least ten times that of humans, but it is difficult to display this strong physical fitness on land.
The most important point is that half a year of imprisonment, starvation, torture and whipping had already left Fisher Tiger covered in bruises and he was unable to support long-distance running and escape.
This was also the condition of the vast majority of slaves.
Long periods of captivity, torture and malnutrition greatly reduced their ability to escape.
Sensing that the group of people behind him were getting closer and closer, Fisher Tiger suddenly stopped and spit out blood from his mouth. At the same time, he suddenly turned around and slapped hard with his big hand!
"Murloc Karate·Thousand Strikes of Water!"
laugh! !
Under the power of the fish-man jujutsu, the blood turned into densely packed fine needles and shot out suddenly, directly piercing through the dozen gun-wielding guards rushing in front.
The others froze for a moment, their eyes uncertain.
This scarred fish-man actually still possesses such strength! ?
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fisher Tiger stepped on the ground again and galloped out of the place.
The blood-red body was like an agile cheetah in the jungle, constantly running back and forth, but the blood oozing out of the criss-crossing wounds on its body was obviously faster.
It is conceivable that if this continues for a long time, he will die from blood loss.
but……
Close!
Fisher Tiger's bloodshot eyes were brighter than ever before and became increasingly hot.
The only hope is right in front of you.
At the end of the jungle is the beach...
And the end of the beach...
It’s the vast and endless sea! !
run! !
run! !
Try your best to escape! !
Fisher Tiger knew very well why those friends left their last hope to him.
Because he is a fish man!
On this deserted island surrounded by the sea, only the fish-men could possibly... escape without a boat!
The sea, just return to the embrace of the sea...
Fisher Tiger had blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and he clenched his fists hard.
I will be free! !
Even the official ships and warships of the World Government cannot catch up with me as a member of the fish-men clan!
Huhuhu...
The steps became heavier and heavier, and the breathing became faster and faster.
The picture in front of me kept shaking.
Large trees and bushes receded on either side of the body.
The gleam of light at the end of the jungle cast a hopeful light, hitting the snapper's blood-stained face.
He smiled naturally.
ten meters,
five meters,
three meters,
one meter……
Rush out in one step!
Before my eyes... it suddenly became clear! !
The bright sunshine and the cool sea breeze fell all at once, and Fisher Tiger seemed to have felt the warm embrace of Mother Sea, the free and fresh taste.
He laughed wildly.
Everything in front of me becomes real and clear.
His smile suddenly froze there.
Two figures as pale as ghosts and wearing strange masks stood silently in front.
The sea, so close at hand, moved away again and became out of reach.
"You can't escape."
One of them mocked with a hoarse voice.
Like a basin of cold water poured down on him, the light in Fisher Tiger's eyes quickly disappeared.
He fell to his knees with a thud.
His eyes were blank and desperate.
I...can't survive after all?
He stared blankly at his hands and body covered in blood, his eyes gradually becoming hollow.
"No, he can."
At this time, a low and cold voice suddenly sounded.
"Um?"
The two CP0 members were stunned and their expressions changed slightly.
Before they could react,
Two sharp and swift gleams of cold light suddenly broke through the sea surface, tearing open hundreds of meters of slender cracks in an instant, piercing the two of them!
laugh! !
Blood spattered, and two masked heads... rose into the sky.
The sudden change made Fisher Tiger's mind go blank.
Looking at the headless body slowly falling to the ground, he had no idea what was happening.
A tall and slender figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Fisher Tiger raised his head stiffly.
Under the bright and warm sunshine, there was a handsome and evil-looking young man with black hair, his hands in his pockets, and he was smiling at himself.
The broad, snow-white cloak fluttered behind him, looking divine and great.
"First meeting, Mr. Fisher Tiger..."
The young man smiled and said:
"Nice to meet you."
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