Chapter 123 Magellan: It’s going to be broken...
Gululu...
The slave trader's eyes suddenly widened, and he covered his throat with both hands, but the red blood couldn't stop gurgling from between his fingers.
The body staggered back, the light in his pupils quickly disappeared, and then he fell to the ground with a thud. His body continued to twitch, and soon he lost his voice.
He never dreamed that he would be killed by a few drops of water.
"boss!?"
"Damn it!! Enemy attack!!"
"Fire!!"
"Kill that guy!!"
"..."
The death of the slave trader made the guards on the ship change their expressions, and they fired wildly at the sea in panic.
Bang bang bang!
Countless bullets exploded on the sea surface, and despite their shooting accuracy, they could not catch the figure swimming in the sea.
laugh!
laugh!
laugh!
Water arrows shot out from the sea, constantly piercing the hearts and throats of these people.
In less than a moment, there were more than a dozen corpses on the deck, and blood spilled all over the ground.
"What exactly is this……"
"It's the fish-men tribe..."
"His strength...how is it possible..."
"..."
The few remaining guards retreated with pale faces, trembling uncontrollably as they looked at the corpses on the ground in front of them.
L……
At this time, a sound of water dripping came from behind, and a tall shadow rose from behind them, completely covering them.
A bone-chilling chill surged down the backs of the guards, and they turned around tremblingly.
A broad red hand quickly enlarged in the reflection of their pupils...
…
One minute later.
Click!
Fisher Tiger broke the lock of the cage with one hand, panting and said to the slave in the cage:
"You are free."
One after another, trembling figures walked out of the cage. The deck was already covered with bruised slaves. They timidly glanced at the corpses everywhere, and finally all their eyes fell on the bloody fish-man at the same time.
"I'm Fisher Tiger."
Seeing their numb and empty expressions, Fisher Tiger slowly exhaled a breath, pointed to the bloody mark on his chest, and said with a smile:
"I was once a slave like everyone else."
When everyone saw the pattern on his chest, some light returned to his dark face.
"Mr. Taige, what do we need to do for you?"
A thin young man asked cautiously.
Fisher Tiger shook his head and said:
"This question should be asked in your own hearts. You are now free men and no longer need to obey other people's orders."
However, what responded to him was confusion and uneasiness.
What a bunch of pathetic people...
Fisher Tiger sighed deeply in his heart.
He had seen this look and expression too many times before.
When a person is imprisoned or enslaved for too long, they will gradually lose their autonomy as human beings, without any personal will, let alone the courage to make decisions.
Even if the shackles on the body have been put down, the shackles in the heart will still exist.
He pondered for a moment, calmed down, showed a soft smile and said:
"If you are willing, you can freely ride the sea with me."
"If you don't want to, you can choose to return to your hometown and live a free life."
"This ship will sail on the sea for three days. You have three days to make a decision..."
"——No, I've thought about it all."
The thin young man gritted his teeth and stared closely at the tall snapper fish-man in front of him, mustering up his courage as if he had made up his mind.
"I'm following you, Mr. Tiger!"
As his words fell, others gritted their teeth and clenched their fists:
"Me too!"
"I want to follow you too!"
"Yes, Mr. Tiger, without you, we would be nothing more than zombies!"
"Please let us follow you and sail freely on this sea!"
"..."
One after another, as if the courage in their hearts was ignited again, this group of slaves looked deeply at Fisher Tiger.
Their bodies were still trembling, their clothes were tattered and dirty, but hope gradually appeared in their eyes.
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Day and night alternate, time flies.
A month passed in a hurry.
Naval Headquarters, Marinevando.
Military academy, gas isolation zone.
It's still the sealed, closed secret room.
The purple poisonous gas lingered in the room, and it was so strong that it was almost impossible to see even one's fingers.
Under the corrosion of poisonous gas, even the solid rock walls showed traces of corrosion by sulfuric acid.
At this time, a weak moan suddenly came from the place where the poisonous gas was strongest.
"Instructor Darren, I, I'm about to die..."
Darren, who was sitting cross-legged with his knees crossed, was wrapped in deadly poisonous gas. He frowned and said:
"No, you must hold on, Magellan!"
His tone was very stern, revealing an unquestionable order.
"Only by supporting the past can you get a better experience and feeling!"
"Besides, you don't want to lock yourself in a confined space forever like now, away from people, right?"
The weak voice heard the words and came out again, obviously gritting his teeth and insisting, roaring:
"I do not want!!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, the poisonous gas that filled that position suddenly stopped.
Darren sighed helplessly, opened his mouth, and sucked hard!
Like the breath of a giant dragon or swallowing by a whale, all the purple poisonous gas in the chamber turned into a vortex visible to the naked eye. As Darren inhaled, all the poisonous gas was poured in from his nostrils and mouth.
His face kept changing, from pale to purple... After several seconds, Darren reluctantly suppressed the strong tingling and discomfort in his body and slowly opened his eyes.
A sharp divine light flashed deep in his pupils and quickly disappeared.
"Isn't this going to work, Magellan..."
He looked at Magellan lying on the ground with some disappointment, gasping for breath, and said helplessly.
Magellan's eyes were spinning in circles, his pupils lost focus, his body was twitching unconsciously, and he slumped there like mud, and muttered to himself absently:
"It feels... broken..."
Darren pinched his temples.
Okay, that's a terrible line.
"You should have a good rest. I will come back to you when I have time."
After giving a casual instruction, Darren sat up and pushed the door open without hesitation.
Looks like a scumbag who wipes his mouth clean after eating.
But as soon as he opened the door, a burly figure wearing protective clothing was standing there, with his hands folded across his chest, looking at Darren with an extremely weird, strange and even contemptuous look.
"Boy Darren, do you...do you have any weird habits?"
Zefa stared at Darren with a suspicious look on his face, and after holding it in for a long time, he couldn't help but ask quietly.
Darren:…
That middle school kid from Magellan always says some weird things, what can I do?
He rolled his eyes and said angrily:
"I am guiding him in his cultivation, Teacher Zefa!"
"You have also seen that in the past two months, Magellan's poison has become at least twice as lethal and corrosive as when he first came to the training camp."
Zefa glanced at him doubtfully,
"I am willing to believe you, but you have spent too much time with Magellan, which is too suspicious..."
Darren:…
"What is your order from me?"
He said with an innocent smile.
Seeing Darren's eyes, Zefa felt a chill go down his spine for no apparent reason. He coughed twice and said in a deep voice:
"Well, Marshal Kong called the senior officials over for a meeting, saying that he wanted to discuss the selection of the King's Shichibukai."
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