Hey, since it's a gift from the sky, you're welcome. Francis was so excited that his fingers trembled with excitement. He was about to open the cork of the rum bottle and take a swig, but he was so angry that not far behind him,

Guan Heng hiding in the dark place

Damn it, this guy is hopeless. Guan Heng gritted his teeth and growled in his heart: Damn old drunkard, if you take one less sip, you will die, right?

Uh, no, no, I can't indulge myself like this. After thinking for a long time, Francis finally inserted the stopper back into the mouth of the bottle. He said to himself with a little regret: Sorry, baby rum, now is not the time to drink from you.

As for the celebration drink, you have to wait until you kill all the pirates and successfully escape before drinking it. Then a determined look appeared in the eyes of the bearded Francis: now is the time when we must stay calm and vigilant, and our mind needs to be absolutely clear.

Huh, you still have some sense, otherwise I will really rush over and beat you down. Guan Heng, who was hiding in the dark, finally held on to the guardrail and breathed a sigh of relief: "What an unrepentant old drunkard, you scared me to death."

I don't want to wipe your ass anymore. This will definitely lead to a heart attack.

Francis, who put the wine bottle in his arms, found a machete from a corner and weighed it in his hand. He looked up at the ugly pirates who were still drinking and drinking on the front deck, and cursed and muttered in a low voice.

:You little brats in shit-smelling diapers, go wild now, drink and make trouble, I have to go to the ammunition depot

Ammunition depot, ammo depot, here I come. Captain Francis tiptoed and slipped under the deck when no one was paying attention. He walked around in circles and walked to the door of the room where the gunpowder was piled. The bearded man took a deep breath and turned around to be alert.

Looking to the ground: Look a few more times, there’s no one following me, right?

After hearing this, Guan Heng quickly retracted his head into the shadow of the corner. At this time, Francis, the bearded man, gently pushed open the wooden door of the ammunition depot with a creak. He bent over and stepped on his toes, quietly walking out.

Sneaked in through the crack in the door.

Bang, Francis of Karakal carefully used the tip of his knife to pry open the gap in the gunpowder barrel. Then, he lifted the barrel and poured the gunpowder inside around. Then he got a long lead, and the bearded man bent over.

The waist was working and muttering: Just wait, I will blow you sea bugs with their wings clipped into the sky as soon as I light up the fire. Prepare to die.

Hey hey hey, the bearded captain who finally finished arranging the leads showed a hint of joy on his face. He then thought: Well, now I have to run away quickly before the ship explodes. Fortunately, there is still some time.

Hey, be careful of a sneak attack from behind. A sudden low roar issued a timely warning, and it suddenly reached the ears of Francis who could not turn around in time. The bearded captain had no time to think about it, and without looking back, he quickly blocked with the scimitar in his palm: when there was a click

This knife was able to stop the sharp weapon that was piercing his weak side. The person who attacked him was none other than the ferocious-faced pirate leader Red Rackham.

The damn shameless villain dared to sneak up on me. Fortunately, I saved another life. Francis, who was so frightened that he was sweating coldly, was still wondering: Who warned me to be careful?

I finally found you, the bastard wild boar scurrying around. Red Rackham, wielding a machete, shouted: Okay, you kid, will you knock us to the sky first?

Stop daydreaming. The sharp blade in Huhuhu's palm kept waving and making moves, creating a flash of cold light that made people feel frightened. The red Rackham, with veins popping out from his forehead, became more and more angry as he spoke: "You are a bold and vulgar ghost guy. Before that, I'll peel him off."

I used your rough human skin as a stepping stone

"In the name of the devil, I will pluck the mustache off your lips with my own hands," Red Rackham screamed, "and make it into a brush to soothe my armpits."

You dirty seaworm, let me cut off your head and play it with a ball. Francis retorted without showing any signs of weakness: How could the Creator bring you to the world while farting? You country bumpkin in fancy clothes, I will do it now.

I will take your life to eliminate harm from the world.

Ding-dong, bang, bang, click, the two of them had a lively fight, but they were still about the same in terms of combat effectiveness. After drinking a lot of red Rackham wine, they were dizzy and unsteady on their feet. However, Francis fought fiercely with a group of pirates for most of the day, and again

After being tied up for several hours, I was tired and hungry.

The physical exertion of these two people was increasing, and it seemed that the outcome was uncertain. At this moment, an empty wine bottle suddenly flew in from outside the door, and it rolled right behind the red Rackham's feet.

The red Rackham stepped on the empty wine bottle with a click and fell to the ground: Ouch, eh.

Haha, you deserve it, you stupid pig. By the way, Francis didn't have time to hit the pirate leader, so he hurriedly turned around, stepped down and stamped out the fuse that was only two or three meters away from burning to the end.

He almost died with them and was almost blown up to the sky. He used his boots to crush the fire. Only then did Francis quickly turn around and fight with the red Rackham again.

The sharp blade of the two people squeaks the two people again in one place, and the metal sparks are constantly rubbing out of both sides and wanting to set up each other to death.

Feeding the black beard, the scarred porcupine, the scimitar in the red Rackham's palm was getting closer and closer to the bearded Sir. He yelled arrogantly: Even if you hide back now, you can't escape anywhere. The right way is to die obediently.

Shut up, you clown that is a cross between cleft-lipped dolphins and green moss oysters. Francis tried his best to resist the opponent's onslaught, but still cursed unforgivingly: Your mother was born nine and a half months prematurely.

You feel so ashamed. Are you a stupid imbecile?

Fierce exchanges were mixed in with the fierce battle between good and evil. Suddenly, Francis turned around to dodge the opponent's scimitar chop, and the red Rackham's back of the head was suddenly hit by a wine bottle that suddenly flew out of the door: Uh-huh,

Damn it, he stumbled and fell forward. Poof, the villain leader's body hit the incoming scimitar and was stabbed to the core.

Hahahaha, I finally killed you. Thank God and thank you for the wine bottles that flew in twice from nowhere. Captain Francis raised the scimitar in his hand and laughed. He suddenly muttered in a low voice inexplicably: Yes, this

Where the hell did the bottle fly from? Why did it help me by such a coincidence?

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