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Page One Hundred and Twelve [Must Die]

The morning after the desperate escape.

With the final attack of the little murloc Fizz and the Dragon Shark, Proto finally escaped with the last remaining defeated soldiers.

But he was not happy at all. He knew that in this war, no matter whether he lost or won the final result, he would not be able to escape the punishment of being dismissed.

Unless he accomplishes a great feat, such as destroying the Noxian navy.

This is undoubtedly a dream come true.

However, dismissal is what the question should have meant. Although Chen Senran once made a conclusion about him as a small person, it does not mean that he is stupid.

He clearly knew that he had stayed in the position of captain of the Abyss for too long, long enough for Plank to be wary of him.

He has been with Planck the longest, so in a way he knows Planck best. He knows that Planck will never hand over the ship Abyss to others. It can only be his.

, their family, this can be seen from the fact that even though he has become the most powerful person in Bilgewater and the chairman of the Military Council, he still has to take a break from his busy schedule and take time to sit in the captain's cabin of the Abyss.

come out.

That look in your eyes when you caress the oil paintings of your ancestors...

So even if he is not dismissed because of this incident, he will definitely be transferred to other places. In short, he will never be related to the Abyss.

Frowning deeply, Proto couldn't help but rub his temples. He hadn't slept all night, and his eyes were red and bloodshot.

He kept steering the helm, fearing that the group of hungry wolves on the sea would catch up with him again.

"Captain, Sir Jason wants to see you, this time..." A pirate under his command suddenly came over and asked respectfully.

"See, you ask him to come over in a small boat. Don't slow down the boat." Proto thought for a moment and finally said.

This is the sixth time the other party has asked to see me, starting from yesterday evening.

Jason Fox, a newly emerged kid, somehow got noticed by Gangplank. He was promoted to be the commander-in-chief of the new army, probably because he wanted to get him into a ring with Blind Jack.

But judging from his reckless performance, even Proto himself felt that he could defeat him, let alone fighting Blind Jack in the ring.

Such a mind-set, huh...

I once again took a look at the sea area ahead. After a night of running, I have completely entered my own territory. I believe that it won't be long before I can see the patrol ship.

If someone is still attacking here, then Proto really thinks that this war can be ended immediately.

Bilgewater has absolutely no hope of winning.

After tidying up his appearance a little, Proto dragged his two big dark circles to the first officer's room.

The captain's cabin is still occupied by Chen Senran, and since the little fishman Fitz came back yesterday, except for opening the door once to deliver dinner, the captain's cabin has been closed. Proto has nowhere to ask Chen Senran for help.

Putting away his mood, Proto sat down and began to close his eyes and rest.

The clever subordinates have already given Proto his favorite wine, but Proto has no intention of drinking it at this time.

From this point of view, he felt that he was still far behind Chen Senran, because in his impression, no matter how bad the situation was, Blind Jack was always calm.

This alone is enough for me to learn for a long time.

Slightly impetuous footsteps soon sounded from outside the cabin. Before anyone could come in, an impatient voice rushed in:

"Captain Proto, you are so busy, it's so hard to see you."

This is very straightforward and mindless.

This once again made Proto wonder why Gangplank pushed this man out to fight Blind Jack. This was simply asking for death.

"Did Master Jason sleep well last night?" Proto opened his eyes and calmly looked at the arrogant young man who walked in from the door and asked.

"Okay, great, I've lost more than half of my brothers, can I sleep?" Jason glanced at Proto with an angry look, and sat down opposite Proto.

"Oh? Master Jason, are you blaming me?" Proto looked at him intently. Now his temper has calmed down a lot. He has been practicing the art of nourishing qi in the past two years. If it were different

A few years ago, if this kid dared to be so arrogant in front of him, he would have beaten him to the ground.

There are so many of his men dead, and yet he dares to speak so loudly, he really doesn’t know whether to live or die.

"I can't say that. It's all thanks to Mr. Proto that my men can save this last seed." Jason changed the topic and suddenly said, "It's just that Poseidon is obviously on the ship, why not..."

"Lord Jason, please don't say anything nonsense." Proto suddenly interrupted him.

"Sir Proto..." Jason suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Sir Plank once said that you can be trusted."

"I have always been trustworthy." Proto looked calmly at the young man opposite who suddenly became calm and cold.

Did it turn out to be Zangzhuo?

But it was so poorly hidden.

"I only have more than 2,000 people left now. If I go ashore, I will definitely be recruited by Balzac immediately." Jason no longer had any arrogance, and his face was full of solemnity, "I need your help."

"How can I help you?" Proto asked as if he didn't hear the absolutely heart-wrenching words in the other party's words.

"I need you to give me part of the baggage. I will take two thousand people and attack lightly." Jason said firmly, with a look of indifference on his face.

"You..." Proto wanted to ask you where your confidence came from, but when he saw the faint flashes of light on Jason's face and eyes, he suddenly understood why Plank chose this.

People.

"So why don't you just kill this whole team, otherwise..." Graves yawned and lit another cigar.

They played cards all night and were really sleepy.

"Two questions." Chen Senran threw away the cards in his hand and held out two fingers, "One, if you do nothing, you will lose track of the truth, and two, two thousand is a good number and suitable for taking risks."

"Adventure?" Graves raised his eyebrows and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"Yes, adventure." Chen Senran lay on the chair and said slowly, "Jason Fox is a bit clever, has pretty good skills, and has an average reputation. But what makes Plank the ultimate challenge?

The reason why he fell in love with him is that this guy is a gambler, a gambler like Planck. As long as he still has one chip, he dares to bet. So he will definitely bet, so..."

He will definitely die. (To be continued...)

ps: Second update.

My head hurts.

Go to sleep first.

Also, I don’t know what happened to the smelly girl.
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