I'm a pirate

The first to encounter was a short, short man with a short knife, two short knives in his hands were insidiously stabbing at Carlos' waist, that was where the waist was, if he was stabbed, the man's dignity might be lost.

"Looking for death!"

Carlos cursed under his breath, furious, the hand was even more shady than him, for the attack regardless, the eagle claws with a harsh wind breaking sound grabbed the other's head.

The short man was not afraid at all, speeding up the attack, two short knives were the first to stab at Carlos's waist, the smile just showed and instantly solidified, clang, as if stabbing on the steel, the skin could not be broken.

Pfft.

However, the short man had no chance to think of anything else, the eagle claws snapped directly into the short man's skull, the strength swallowed, and the short man instantly died violently.

After killing the short man, Carlos didn't have time to think of anything else, the side of his head, dodging the slash of a knife, the two hooks of his right eye turned into three hooks of jade.

Psionic Writer's Eye!

The slender figure in front of the eyes, wearing a black mask and revealing only a pair of cold and merciless pupils, just stiffened, and boundless terror appeared in her eyes, as if she had seen the most terrifying image of herself.

Ka-ching!

There was a crisp cracking of bones and all fear went quiet, no more fear.

After taking out one more, the combined attack of the other three arrived, seemingly perfect, but broken in Carlos's white eyes and writing wheel, smiling disdainfully, shifting feet, then leaning back slightly, the trio's combined attack fell short.

Smoothly, Carlos's eagle claws cut through a killer's arm, bared and pulled, blood and flesh was torn not to say, cut through the arm as it passed through an acupuncture point, the internal force of his fingers swallowed and rushed into the opponent's acupuncture point.

The assassin had thought that his hand would be in excruciating pain, but had not expected to feel any pain, and then his entire arm had been completely out of his control, sore and numb, and his weapon had fallen to the ground, and he had basically lost his fighting ability.

The two remaining assassins, despite giving it their all and putting all their assassination skills to work, were incomparably powerless in the face of Carlos's subtle Eagle Claw Technique, Twelve Path Tan Legs, and two major pupil arts, all of which were seen through!

After only three strokes, one person was instantly killed by the strenuous and swirling Eagle Claw Kung Fu point of death; another person was kicked twice, once in the heart and once in the head, and died on the ground after a slight struggle.

The last survivor, seeing the situation was not good, pulled his legs out and ran away.

Carlos spread his hands, the combatant next to him was very colorful and was busy handing his lance to his boss.

Carlos took the gun, aimed, fired, and in one fluid motion, a bullet accurately hit the leg of the snake-skin walking, deluded killer trying to escape.

"One group is responsible for getting the still living brothers to medical attention immediately and clearing the roadblocks; the other group collects the remains of the dead brothers and captures the still-living killers."

"As for the dead killers, return to the manor and send someone to deal with them."

"Yes, Boss!"

At Carlos's command, everything was soon taken care of and the convoy set off again.

After returning to the manor, Carlos beautifully took a shower before going to the dungeon where the killer was held, ready to personally interrogate the killer whose name he intentionally left behind.

His men were too inefficient, or he was quick to do it, and by the way he didn't really have any powerful people on his hands, Noah was good at handling things, but his strength was too brown.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

The respectful greetings were constant all the way to the underground cell, and by the time the slayer's wounds were taken care of, he was a middle-aged man, blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was fixed to a chair without saying a word.

Carlos slowly walked towards the middle-aged man, who raised his head, his voice hoarse, and grinned, "You don't need to waste your breath, I won't say anything."

"Spare your life, you'll say?" Carlos smiled, looking sunny and kind.

The middle aged man didn't say anything, hesitating.

Carlos snorted inwardly, I go, and thought how tough?

Unfortunately, he hadn't planned on letting the others live in the first place, but a few of his little brothers had died, and as the boss, he had to avenge his little brothers!

Hypnosis!

Carlos looked into the eyes of the middle-aged man, the three hooked Jade Writing Eyes surfaced, and the pupil power exploded, instantly hypnotizing the slayer who was caught off guard.

To be honest, the strength of these killers seemed really weak to him, he took care of them all without much effort, and the resistance to his Writing Eye was very tiny.

Carlos wasn't very clear about his current strength situation, as he didn't have any more powerful opponents to do battle against, but Carlos was confident that he should currently have the strength of a Naval Headquarters colonel-level officer.

As for whether it was the rank of Major, Lieutenant Colonel, or Colonel it was unclear, but at least it had the strength of a Major.

The hypnotized killer quickly spilled out everything he knew, they were indeed killers sent by John's family, not wild, but captive.

Carlos asked a few more questions about the John family, the John family he knew a little about himself, but apparently not in as much detail as this captive assassin.

This gave Carlos some ideas.

After the failure of this batch of killers, the John family would surely send someone more powerful, and even if they failed again all kinds of tactics would continue until they killed him or he bowed down and became the John family's dog.

Neither outcome, Carlos didn't want, so it was better to be proactive rather than reactive!

It was impossible for him to defeat the strong-armed John family with his current military strength head-on, the John family itself was not weak, and there were four or five small and medium-sized affiliated families like the Mike family, and a head-on fight was definitely not an opponent.

It's easy to defeat the family foundation that he had earned up so easily, but he was determined to be a super big brother whose influence covered the entire world, so he mustn't be brain-dead and go head-on!

Conceding is not possible though, just must be just, but you can be flexible in a different way, just side!

With such a large Mafia family, there's a lot of internal conflict and external conflict, and all he needs to do is explode some of it and buy time for the John's to look out for themselves!

Let's just try to get it until the Great Sea Age erupts, then the whole world will be in chaos, the number of pirates will skyrocket, and the main attention will be on the pirates, whether it's the Navy or whichever power is in charge!

The pirates like Luffy are actually more properly called adventurers, with reference to the DNF adventurers, without any real pirate appearance, the real appearance of pirates is greedy and murderous!

With a plan in mind, Carlos left a message and turned to walk away.

"Drag this guy out and shoot him to honor the spirits of his dead brothers in heaven."

"Yes, boss!" The Mafia members in the dungeon were all excited and thrilled.

Chapter Seventeen - The Strange Pirate

The next morning, Carlos gathered his henchmen, actually mafia members who had been with him longer, trusting just a little deeper than the average mafia member.

He told them about his plan to leave for Iron Island and head to Maglin Island, and asked them to keep it a secret and help cover it up just a bit.

After that, Carlos secretly left the manor and took a Mafia-owned merchant ship to leave Iron Island for Maglin Island.

Maglin Island was the central island and commercial hub of the southern part of the Western Sea, well-populated, well-connected and rich in supplies, and was the home base of the John Family, one of the five Mafia families of the Western Sea!

The entire island is ostensibly run by officials such as the mayor, but in reality the real masters are the John family, who secretly control the appointment and promotion of officials, control the military forces of light and dark, and have tentacles in every industry on the island!

Iron Island is hundreds of nautical miles from Marglin Island, passing through several islands on the way, and not surprisingly it takes about ten days to get there.