The Glory of the Pirates

Chapter 2 Bright's Redemption
At the same time, a certain room of the base, this is the main monitoring room of the base, where all the scenes captured by the large number of surveillance phone bugs installed in the base are summarized.

Although it was late at night, there were still a few marines on duty in the monitoring room. They yawned and watched the monitoring to prevent accidents from happening.

Then, something unexpected happened.

"What's going on? What happened to that murloc?"

An exclamation broke the silence.

The originally sleepy marines regained consciousness in an instant, and surrounded the vocal marines.

The navy pointed to the monitoring screen and said, "It seemed a little uncomfortable before, but I was exercising just now and suddenly fell to the ground."

"are you sick?"

Someone guessed.

"Could it be an act?" a certain navy asked suspiciously.

"It doesn't look like it. He glanced at the phone bug, but he didn't seem to ask us for help."

"This guy has been very quiet for the past few months. He should know what it means to make trouble. The murlocs sound powerful, but they are actually just inferior races. How dare he go against the government?" A navy said in a relaxed tone. the way.

"That's right, hurry up and ask someone to take a look, the doctor won't allow him to have problems."

"I'll call someone right away."

Brett on the screen seemed to have lost consciousness and was no longer moving. If it wasn't for the constant heaving of his chest, he would have looked like a corpse.

Brett lay quietly on the icy ground, but his body was as hot as a flame.

His heart was beating extremely fast, powerfully sending blood to every corner of his body.

It was obviously the most exciting moment, but his mood was very calm.

Of course he wasn't sick, and Vegapunk didn't do any horrific experiments on him, that is, drawing blood, collecting some skin tissue or hair, just to study blood, these are enough.

The appearance at this time is of course just a disguise.

I have endured for three months just for this moment.

This method is very old-fashioned and not very clever, but it should be able to come in handy.

It is impossible for the navy to be so relaxed that they have no defense against him. It is enough to make them less alert than they were at the beginning.

Even if you can only reduce the difficulty from 99 to [-], it is worth it.

squeak.

Brett heard the sound of a heavy metal door opening.

It came very quickly, so it should be too late to go to the medical department to find a doctor.

Great, great news.

The moment you've been waiting for is now.

The extremely nervous and excited mood further promoted the secretion of adrenaline, but at this time Brett felt an unprecedented calm.

Footsteps sounded.

One, two, three—

Were there seven people who came in?

Four people stopped at the door, and only three people approached.

boom.

Brett felt a hard kick in the arm.

It hurts a bit.

Then the hair was roughly grabbed, the head was pulled up, and the right eye was stretched open.

Brett tried his best to relax his pupils, so that the eyeballs did not tremble in the slightest.

Since there is no doctor, he is not worried.

"What do the murloc's pupils look like? Is this normal?"

A voice sounded, and he looked a little impatient.

"I don't know, but the captain, who is motionless, seems to have passed out." A certain voice replied.

Is it just the captain?
It seems that the past three months of camouflage have paid off.

"It's really going to cause trouble for people, so sleep soundly! Damn murloc, don't worry about him and let him die, can't he? From now on, he won't smell fishy anymore." Another voice said.

"Don't talk stupidly, he is an important experimental material for the doctor. He can't die even if you die. In short, quickly put him on a stretcher and send him to the medical department." The voice called the captain reprimanded.

"Damn it, the murloc stinks, you won't be infected with any disease if you touch him."

"So you were told to wear gloves?"

Brett heard the conversations of several marines, and then he was lifted up and thrown roughly onto a stretcher.

"This guy is really heavy! Two more people to help."

Two of the four marines guarding the door came over, and then the four of them exerted their strength together, and Brett felt himself being lifted into the air.

Then, finally began to move out of this cell.

Brett calculated silently in his heart.

The sailors started to turn around, so they had already left the cell door. There seemed to be several sailors at the door, and they were leading the way.

um, four?
So, the total number of people is 11?
Is it a patrol team?
The sound of metal colliding could be vaguely heard. They were carrying weapons, did they really not let go of their vigilance?

But enough is enough, and it is enough that the real senior officers of the scientific corps did not come over.

The Marines were chatting, and Brett tensed.

Turn left.

Then, turn right.

Go straight ahead.

Turn right again.

So, it should be here.

The bathhouse at the base is one of the few places in the base that does not have surveillance cameras installed for privacy reasons.

The memory of when he was taken to the medical department for a physical examination before finally came in handy.

Finally, make sure that there are 11 enemies in total. The four leading the way and the two following behind must be holding weapons.

The four people carrying the stretcher shouldn't be able to spare their hands.

So the most important thing is the navy captain who walks by his side.

According to previous observations, the leader of each patrol team should carry a phone bug for communication and alarm. Just press it to make the navy of the entire base take action.

and so--

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Brett suddenly opened his eyes, his body trembled and he began to cough violently, and his head began to shake convulsively.

Because of his movement, the four marines carrying the stretcher shook for a while.

"what happened?"

The navy captain with a bushy beard frowned and approached, "Hey, murloc, what's wrong with you?"

"Ok?"

The captain of the navy was slightly stunned. He saw Brett's ferocious expression and suddenly calmed down.

Oops!

The captain's face began to change.

But he didn't make any sound, Brett's broad left hand had directly grabbed his neck.

"Murloc Karate—Rough Shark!"

The muscles in Brett's left hand swelled, his fingers seemed to be made of steel, and they actually fell into the captain's neck.

In the more than ten years in Murloc Street and the three years in the Sun Pirates, in addition to exercising, the fighting skills have never fallen behind.

The navy captain couldn't even scream because his neck was strangled. His muscles and bones were twisting, making a piercing creaking sound.

"Captain!"

A sailor carrying a stretcher was already screaming.

After a short period of shock, the six marines with live ammunition finally remembered their duties and raised their guns.

Brett has a strong build, so he doesn't even need to aim at such a distance, and even a navy captain can't block a gun.

And he doesn't know how to be domineering. Although he has great strength, he is only a mortal body and cannot block bullets.

So he jumped off the stretcher, raised his left arm, lifted the captain, and smashed the four sailors in front of him.

Just like playing bowling, the four marines were directly thrown into the air, rolling into a ball like a gourd.

Originally under the restraint of handcuffs and shackles, Brett could not make such violent movements.

But at the same time he jumped up, the chains of the handcuffs and shackles snapped at the same time.

A navy who was carrying a stretcher but fell directly to the ground because of Bright's actions watched this scene in disbelief.

That is, a chain made of a special alloy!Even giants can hardly break free!
There was a cheerful smile on the corner of Brett's mouth.

So not yesterday, not the day before yesterday, not even the day before yesterday, but today!

Don't underestimate the teeth of sharks!

Whenever the lights were turned off at night, I curled up silently, quietly, without disturbing anyone, and spent a full three months grinding with my teeth bit by bit, grinding a hundred and seven sets of teeth smooth, and finally Finally broke free from the physical restraints.

Water oozed from Brett's hands, and then he just flicked them casually.

"Hit the water."

In the next moment, the bodies of the two marines in the rear were directly thrown backwards.

A small hole had been pierced through their chest, as if by a heavy-caliber gun.

Brett landed on the ground, his thick legs catapulted out of his body.

The marines who had been smashed by the navy captain just now had no time to get up, and the huge fists were already oncoming.

Bang bang bang.

After moving his body a little, Brett turned his head, and the four marines who were originally carrying the stretcher just took out their weapons.

Their movements were a little trembling, and they made repeated mistakes in loading their guns.

I'm afraid.

Finally, it is not as condescending as before.

"Hit the water."

　It is customary to update twice a day before it goes on the shelves, please support

　　
　
(End of this chapter)