Pirate: I am the Great Swordsman of the Blood Race

I saw three young girls surrounded by a dozen sailors inside.

A young man with brown hair and short stature in gorgeous clothes was holding a chain in his hand.

The other end of the chain was tied around the necks of the three girls.

Instructing them to pour wine into their mouths desperately, if they pause for a while, they will be whipped.

When Bruch saw it, he was already covered with scars, without a piece of good flesh all over his body, and fell into a coma.

The scene in front of him made his eyes tear open, and the murderous aura burst out unconsciously from his body.

Pressing on the dozen or so sailors in front of him, especially the short young man in gorgeous clothes.

The astonishing murderous aura seemed substantive, and the short young man sat down on the ground, his eyes widened, and he looked at Bruch in horror.

He also threw the chain in his hand to the ground.

Bruhe stepped forward, and the three generations of ghosts came out of their sheaths, cut off the chain with one knife, and carefully helped the three scarred girls who smelled of alcohol all over their bodies.Let the adjutant take them out.

These girls are obviously civilians, and they may be residents of the neighborhood.

Thinking of this, his killing intent intensified unconsciously, and the dozen or so marines present all knelt down on the ground in an instant.

At this time, the young man looked terrified and said incoherently:
"Who are you? What do you want to do? Do you know who my father is?"

Bruch frowned, what is this person?
"Boom" kick!
The gorgeous young man was kicked in the chest by him and kicked out more than ten meters away.

On the way, there was a crackling sound, and a bone in the young man's body was broken.

"what!"

The young man yelled in pain, clutching his chest desperately, cold sweat streaming down his cheeks.

The surrounding navy saw this scene, and sweat burst out of their foreheads instantly. They were not the navy at the door, so they naturally recognized that the person in front of them was wearing the real uniform of the colonel of the headquarters.

This is someone from the headquarters.

"You bastard, how dare you beat the noble Sifus, just wait for me, my father will never let you go!"

The young man clutched his chest, his eyes gradually changed from panic to viciousness, staring at Bruch.

He didn't care who the person in front of him was, he only knew that his father was the most powerful person in this branch, and he would definitely not spare this person.

Bruch's face was flat, and he had already sentenced the young man named Sifus to death, including the dozen navy men.

"Who is your father?"

"My father is the most powerful person here, Fei Xiluo Dixier, boy, are you afraid? If you are afraid, apologize to the uncle immediately."

Siforth's expression suddenly became haughty, but the way he was lying on the ground clutching his chest really looked like a maggot waiting to die.

Bruch laughed angrily at him, what the hell is this.

laugh!
Sifus was imagining the picture of the navy opposite him kneeling down and begging for mercy.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and he felt his body was empty, as if his body was flying.

Huh?That is?

He saw a body in fine clothes, but he—had no head.

Then fell into endless darkness.

Bruch turned his head to look at the navy who was still kneeling on the ground, and said coldly:

"Where is Phiciro Dicier?"

The cold voice pierced their ears, making them shiver.

The navy closest to him raised his head tremblingly, and said tremblingly:

"My lord, Colonel, I've gone to sea to collect taxes. Be back soon."

As he said that, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the headless corpse of Sifusi not far away.

They were talking and laughing just now
"tax?"

The doubtful voice came to Haijun's ears, and he quickly turned his attention to Bruch.

"Yes, taxation! Every month, a certain tax is collected from the civilians on the four nearby islands"

Taxes are collected every month, and a large amount of money will be brought back every time, causing the four small islanders around to live in poverty.

If there is no tax, the wives and daughters will either be taken back as slaves, or killed on the spot. The key is that the mouth of the South China Sea is huge.

They couldn't escape even if they wanted to, and if they were discovered, they would be tortured to death.

Gradually, the people on the four small islands here gradually became numb.

Hearing from the navy, it seems that Fecilo Dicier's collection of such a large amount of money has something to do with pirates, but he is not very clear, he only knows that Dicier has close contacts with pirates.

After listening to what the navy said, Bruch fell into deep thought, turned around slowly, and left his back to the navy.

Suddenly, a knife crossed the navy's throat.

The three generations of ghosts in his hand were slowly put into the scabbard.

"For the sake of what you've said to me so much, I'll give you a treat."

"Come in!"

Bruch shouted and let the navy guards at the door come in.

"Hang these dozens of people on the pillars, and hang them higher for me."

"Yes!" Everyone in the navy stepped forward and escorted a dozen marines out.

At this time, the adjutant said: "Master Colonel, I have searched the entire island just now, and found no remaining navy, but found a secret prison."

"Secret prison?"

"Yes!"

"Take me there!"

Before Bruch walked out of the room, he looked back at the headless corpse, snorted, and said:

"It counts as a comfortable death for you."

After finishing speaking, he walked out. If he hadn't killed him in a fit of anger, he would definitely have dried him up like those dozen or so marines.

Let him know how the salted fish is dried.

Following the footsteps of the adjutant, Bruch came to the side of a blue cylindrical building.

On the ground here, there is a piece of limestone paved abruptly, which is a regular square as a whole, about two meters wide.

It contrasts sharply with the surrounding weeds.

"It's here!" The adjutant looked at the limestone, squatted down, clasped it with both hands, and pulled it hard.

I saw limestone moving slowly, revealing a road of stone steps.

Stepping on the stone steps, there is not a trace of dust. It seems that someone often cleans it.

This made Bruch curious as to what was underneath.

tata tao~
The big black leather shoes on his feet made his voice very clear as he walked on the somewhat dark stone steps.

Keep going down.

In the dark environment ahead, there is a glimmer of light.

It's fire.
Tick ​​tock!

In a dark and humid environment, burn oil lamps to evaporate part of the water vapor to the upper stone slab.Forming individual drops of water.

Drop by drop slowly dripping down.

A strange feeling flashed in Bruch's heart.

What is it for here?

At this moment, there seemed to be someone shouting in front~