Pirates make jokes: Obtain eight magical skills at the beginning

Haba's jaw was dislocated, and he couldn't open his mouth to speak, so he could only widen his eyes helplessly.

"You can't even answer such a simple question, it seems that you want to force me to torture you!"

Yang Ming stuffed a wad of toilet paper into Haba's mouth, while covering his eyes with a towel, placing him horizontally on the ground, and slightly turning on the faucet, so that it kept dripping water and dripping endlessly on Haba's forehead.

Drip torture in ancient times is comparable to cannon-burning torture, seemingly not very harmful, but when people's eyes are blinded, all perceptions of the outside world will be amplified, once the time has passed, even produce a sense of horror that dripping water penetrates the skull.

While Haba was enjoying dripping torture, Yang Ming checked the system's messages.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for saying the classic lines of Tokyo Kaoru and winning a lottery opportunity, do you want to start the raffle wheel?"

The raffle wheel emerges with few prizes on it.

Prizes: Rc Cells, Herbau....

[RC cells]: ......

Before Yang Ming could check the prizes he had won in the lottery, the gourmet cells in his body were like a great white shark that smelled fishy, and he opened his mouth to devour all the Rc cells that were integrated into his body.

The gourmet cell brought quite good feedback, starting to strengthen Yang Ming's body from the cellular level.

Yang Ming could feel that his physical fitness had improved significantly.

Clenching his fists and feeling the power in his hands, Yang Ming secretly speculated that the improvement brought by the gourmet cell would at least save him a year of hard practice.

Smelling an unpleasant stench in the air, Yang Ming frowned.

He turned his head sharply and glanced at Haba.

Haba's pants were already wet, and his legs were spasming slightly.

It is estimated that the other party has reached the limit, and if he continues to torture with dripping water, I am afraid that the other party will be tortured into a fool, so Yang Ming turned off the faucet and took away the towel that was blindfolded by Haba.

Regaining the light, Haba burst into tears.

Haba has never felt the beauty of life like this!

If he could do it again, he would definitely not be so tough on this group of navies!

Yang Ming took paper and pen from the hardware store, threw them in front of Haba, and said,

"You should be able to write, give me the real recruitment."

Haba looked at Yang Ming in awe, he really looked away, he didn't expect that this kid who looked the most harmless to humans and animals was actually the most terrifying one in this group of navies.

In order to avoid being tortured again with dripping water, Haba held the barrel of the pen and left crooked handwriting on the paper.

The knowledge penetration rate in this world is not high.

Although Haba is the person in charge of an important base station, he has not read any books, and his handwriting is simply unsightly.

Yang Ming took the information and looked at it for a long time before he could barely understand it.

"The second wrench in the third row of the counter on the left side of the hardware store is the mechanism that opens the basement door, and half of the population slaves have been transferred to Tom Shipbuilding."

With this information, the crowd quickly found the wrench.

"Click!"

The wrench twists clockwise, and the wall behind the hardware store's workbench splits to the left and right, revealing a staircase that winds down.

Down the stairs, the air gradually became dirty.

There are two pirates guarding the basement, perhaps because of their perennial pampering, which has long made them lose their due vigilance, and still drink and eat meat there, and have no reaction to the navy who came to the basement.

A pirate was drunk, opened his hazy eyes, and said:

"Hey, why is there someone in the basement again, didn't you just take away a batch of goods some time ago?"

As soon as the pirate's words fell, a bullet pierced his head.

The moment the other pirate heard the gunshot, he was immediately excited, and suddenly woke up drunk.

However, only an icy bullet greeted him.

"Poof!"

The pirate was also shot in the forehead, his head was tilted, and his face fell directly on a plate of good dishes on the table.

Dadi Masdasen blew a breath into the muzzle, and then the flintlock gun turned in his hand and tucked it into the holster at his waist.

The basement was cold and damp, and inside the iron fence there was a group of human slaves according to different types of goods.

Young and strong men, children, young girls in their youth, and beautiful women with good looks and figures.

Elderly people are obviously a worthless type of goods, so there are no elderly people in the basement.

In order to avoid disturbances among these incarcerated human slaves, they were given only one meal a day in the basement, leaving them in a constant state of hunger and fatigue.

When Yang Ming's six came to the basement, most of the detainees were curled up in a corner to sleep, so as to reduce the wear and tear of physical strength, and it was not easy to feel hungry and uncomfortable.

Seeing these people one by one, their faces were yellow and thin, and everyone's faces were a little unpleasant.

They are all young, they all have their own justice in their hearts, and they cannot accept that their compatriots will be reduced to this field.

Tina groped out a bunch of keys from the pirate's corpse, opened the iron fence one by one, and said

, "We are the navy, we have come to save you!"

A little girl woke up from her sleep, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and said

, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Seeing that the little girl was wearing thin clothes and shivering with cold, Tina held the little girl in her arms and let the warmth of her body pass on to the other party, saying,

"Don't worry, this is not a dream!"

The others woke up one after another, stumbled out of the iron fence, and followed the stairs back to the hardware store.

Regaining their freedom and seeing the long-lost sunshine outside, many people cried with joy.

Yang Ming swept the corner of his eyes and found that Haba was lying in a pool of blood, with a pen used to write information on his neck, and his brows frowned slightly.

It can be seen that Doflamingo has quite a bit of a royal way.

Looking at the scribbled intelligence in his hand, Yang Ming muttered, "

Tom Shipbuilding Company?"

"How can this matter be related to them?"

Yang Ming's six people first contacted the navy stationed near the capital of seven waters, asked them to come and pick up the slaves, arranged for these people to go home one after another, and then rushed directly to the Tom Shipbuilding Company.

Tom Shipbuilding is a world-renowned company located in the heart of the capital of seven waters.

From a distance, you can see the unique horned fishman trademark of Tom Shipbuilding.

I have to say that in this world, no matter what race, they like to show their most distinctive side, whether it is used to make pirate flags, or as a company's trademark.

When I arrived at Tom Shipbuilding's premises, I heard a "jingling" sound, a group of shipbuilders were busy building new ships, and there was a hot scene everywhere.

A group of fish people, with ten times the strength of ordinary people, carried a batch of materials for shipbuilding.

Esbagu rode on the pedal iron ladder, with a pair of screws in his mouth, a hammer in his right hand, and a wooden board handed over by the fishman with his left hand, removing the screw in his mouth and firmly nailing it to the board.

Esbagu gave a thumbs up to the visitor and said,

"Makulo, thanks to your help, otherwise I am afraid that the construction period will be extended this time."

Makulo belongs to the eel-swallowing people among the fish people, with algae-green skin, ugly appearance, small eyes, a big mouth, a white and purple square scarf on the top of his head, and only a simple overalls on his body, faintly revealing a strong chest.

Maculo scratched the back of his head, showed a shy smile

, and said, "You are too polite, if it weren't for Uncle Tom's willingness to take us in, we would still be wandering around outside and have no fixed place."

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door of the company's premises.

Esbagu descended from the pedal ladder, moved his somewhat numb legs, and walked towards the door of the company's premises.

"Someone making trouble?"

At first, when he saw a group of company shipbuilders gathered at the gate of the station, Esbagu thought that someone had come to make trouble.

But when Esbagu lined up the crowd and came out of the crowd, he found that things were not so simple.

Six men and women in distinctive clothes stood at the entrance of the company, the first teenager holding a naval ID, and said expressionlessly:

"According to the clues provided by the informant, we now suspect that your Tom Shipbuilding Company is hiding human slaves and is suspected of conducting human trafficking business with the sea thief Doflamingo."

Armed with weapons such as hammers, the shipbuilders immediately glared angrily at Yang Ming.

"Fart!"

Franky crossed his hands at his waist and shouted angrily:

"We Tom Shipbuilding Company has always operated according to the rules, how can we do human trafficking business?"

"You are slandering us!"

"I wonder now if you guys are the navy!"

Franky is one of Tom's closed disciples, and his remarks can also represent the attitude of Tom Shipbuilding Company to some extent.

The group of shipbuilders was excited, if it weren't for the fear that Yang Ming's six people were really navy, I was afraid that this group of burly and powerful shipbuilders would have rushed up and taught Yang Ming six a good lesson.

Even some people in the knife tip squad were a little shaken.

Before coming to Tom Shipbuilding, the knife tip team had already done some research, and Tom Shipbuilding's annual profits from building new ships and repairing ships far exceeded the benefits of human trafficking, and there was no desperate risk.

Esbagu sorted out his slightly messy clothes, came to Yang Ming's six people, carefully observed the naval certificate in Yang Ming's hand, which was stamped with the seal of the navy headquarters, and could not be fake at all, and couldn't help but show a wry smile,

"Dear admiralty, I think, is there some misunderstanding in this?"

The other five people swept their gazes down on Yang Ming in unison, and it was up to him to decide.

Yang Ming was a little hesitant in his heart, according to the development of the original book, Tom Shipbuilding Company has no relationship with human trafficking, it seems that all this is a prank of Haba.