Pirates making memes: get eight magic skills at the beginning

In the eyes of women, there are several types of the most attractive men, powerful, rich, powerful.

Women tend to climb higher ranks when choosing opposite-sex partners, and this instinct engraved in the blood factor makes them unable to resist these three types of men.

Looking at Yang Ming’s perfect side face silhouette, Kalifa silently lowered her head, feeling that her legs were a little soft.

This year, Yang Ming was 10 years old and had grown to one meter six.

If this was placed in the world before Yang Ming crossed over, it naturally belonged to a gifted person, but it was everywhere in this sea, and it was not bizarre at all.

“Ding!”

“Congratulations to the host for saying the classic lines in Glory of Kings and getting a chance to win a lottery, do you want to start the lottery wheel?”

A raffle wheel slowly appeared in the line of sight, on which three categories of prizes appeared: hero skins, inscriptions, and hero skills.

Hero skins: Wuling Immortal Monarch, Phoenix Qiuhuang, Fei Heng…

Inscriptions: Hunting, Hawkeye, Mutation….

Hero Skills: Dragon Song, Thunder Dragon, Speech Spirit Barrier…

[Inheritance]: Red inscription with a little physical attack.

Yang Ming retracted his attention to the lottery roulette wheel and continued his daily training.

Compared with the calm on the steel warship, the kingdom of Troya, the destination of Yang Ming’s trip, was caught in a scorching war.

The Kingdom of Troia was not a member of the world government, but a sovereign state outside the system.

Like many countries, the territory of the Trojan Kingdom is mainly composed of a huge island and scattered small islands nearby, and the whole country is nothing special, just an ordinary kingdom.

Greed in human nature is a hopeless evil, driving the nobles of the Troia Kingdom to make huge profits by lending usury, and the usury business naturally fits with the mafia, and the Capone gang is under such an opportunity, first becoming the thugs of the nobles of the Trojan Kingdom, and then by encroaching and annexing, the entire Troa Kingdom is erected and reduced to a puppet kingdom.

If you have a bird’s eye view of the entire kingdom of Troia from above, you can see low bungalows everywhere, with short intervals between the houses, stacked together like pigeon cages.

Only in slightly more remote areas can you see the luxurious villas of the aristocracy, which are in sharp contrast to the dirty slums.

Today, the flames of war are lit on the territory of the kingdom of Troia, and the roar of gunfire can be heard from time to time.

The poorly dressed paupers had long been destitute, and they watched numbly as the Eight Treasures Water Army appeared in the streets and alleys, engaging in fierce street battles with the Capone gang in suits and shoes.

The bullets were eyeless, and in the fierce battles of war, stray bullets hit the nearby poor people from time to time, but neither the two sides of the warring nor the relatives and friends of the dead cared, and no one cared, only insensitivity.

When a person is extremely poor, life becomes dispensable in their eyes, and perhaps death is a relief from this hell on earth for these poor people in the slums who are saddled with huge debts.

A tall man like a nimble monkey rolled back and forth on the roof of the slum, his hands much larger than ordinary adult men, holding two dark and shiny revolvers, occasionally throwing the gun through the heart of the pursuer behind him.

Rolling on the balcony of the house again, the man stood up, not forgetting to smooth the magenta suit and arrange the yellow bow tie on his chest neatly.

Looking down at the black coat draped over his shoulders full of holes left by bullets, and the chain mail hidden inside the coat was beaten into a hornet’s nest, Werther casually threw the coat aside, raised his eyes to stare at the two who were in hot pursuit, the corners of his mouth cracked to the sides, revealing a snake-like curled tongue, and emitted a strange laugh:

“Eight Treasure Water Army, our Capone gang has no grievances with you, why do you repeatedly oppose us?”

As he spoke, Witte did not forget to load the revolver.

Lao Cai and Abu looked at each other and blocked Vetter’s escape route left and right.

Witt is tall, slightly pale skin, curly hair, black hair, wearing a pair of small round sunglasses, the whole person looks strange.

Lao Cai clenched the knife and said with a sinister smile:

“The famous strange gun Werther of the Capone gang, it is rumored that you are Cappenbeki’s right arm, as long as you obediently tie up your hands and capture Cappenbeki’s whereabouts, our brothers will let you live!”

“Witter…” Witt laughed strangely, “Do you think I’ll believe this kind of nonsense that deceives a three-year-old?”

Old Cai snorted coldly and said

, “I have long known that you are not dead in Huangquan’s heart, and we might as well tell you honestly, it is not our Eight Treasures Water Army who wants to trouble your Capone bandits, but the governor of the West Sea who parachuted from the naval headquarters and wants the head of Cappenbeki!”

“Governor of the West Sea? That Brigadier General Yang Ming, who was rumored to have personally executed Drought Jack? Hearing

this, Vetter’s face suddenly became miserable, his complexion was already pale, and now he looked sickly colored.

“That’s right, it’s the one you think.”

Seeing that Werther was losing his mind, Old Cai struck while the iron was hot and said:

“If you think about it, the person who is against that existence has no good ending, and Yang Mingzhuan will be able to withstand the pressure of the Four Emperors and Hundred Beasts Kaido, and he can still live dashingly so far, which shows that this person is not only ruthless, but also has the strength to rival the Four Emperors and Hundred Beasts Kaido.”

“Your Capone gang is just the largest mafia entrenched in the West Sea, in this acre of land in the West Sea, Cappen Bergi may be a figure, but after coming out of this West Sea, Cappen Bergi is a fart, in front of Brigadier General Yang Ming, Cappen Bergi is not even qualified to carry shoes!”

Lao Cai said a rainbow fart, and when he said this, his face was not red and his heart did not beat, completely forgetting the conflict with Yang Ming a few months ago.

Taking advantage of Witte’s absent-mindedness, Lao Cai signaled Abu to move with his eyes.

The two brothers have a little understanding of each other, and they only need one look to know each other’s meaning.

Abu immediately flew up, and a Tarzan crushed Werther under him, followed by three strikes and five divisions, and then unloaded the two revolvers in Witte’s hand one after another.

Seeing that the two were about to capture Witt, a heroic laughter suddenly came from the side alley.

“The 13th generation of the Eight Treasures Water Army, in order to deal with Lao Tzu’s right arm, actually used such a dirty method, which is really eye-opening.”

Lao Cai and Abu Qi turned their heads and saw a group of people walking out of the alley.

The leader was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a hat and scarf, and a cigar in the corner of his mouth, although he was short, but everyone present did not dare to underestimate this person.

Without him, this person is Becky, the leader of the Capone gang!

Cappenbeki clutched Herissa’s hair in her hand, and the woman who was engaged to Lao Cai was now covered in bruises and injuries everywhere, and was dragged by Cappenbeki like a dead dog.

Throwing the woman in his hand to the ground with a look of disgust, Cappenbeki folded his hands on the crutches, raised his head and stared coldly at Lao Cai, saying:

“Let go of my person, your fiancée will return it to you!”

Any force, if the boss does not take care of the younger brother, there is no power and no cohesion.

Witt was originally disheartened, and at this moment, hearing that Cappenbeki had paid such a huge price for himself, he was secretly moved in his heart, and he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, hating himself for becoming a burden to his godfather.

Lao Cai moved his wrist and said with a sinister smile:

“I didn’t expect that there was no place to step on the iron shoes, and it didn’t take any effort to get it, but finally let us find you.”

Seeing that Lao Cai raised his hand and sent out a signal flare, revealing white dove-like smoke under the sky dome, Cappenbeki chuckled in his heart, and a sense of unease suddenly enveloped his heart.

For his intuition, Cappenbeki is quite confident, before he became famous, it was with his keen intuition that he dodged deadly stray bullets in street fights in the streets and alleys to climb from a punk all the way to the seat of the godfather of the mafia.

“Do it!”

Knowing that this place should not stay for long, Cappenbeki immediately ordered an attack.

There were more than 200 gang members who came out of the laneway, and at the forefront was Gottti, the top killer of the Capone gang.

Gotti is tall, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with bare heads, only dark purple light hair on the sides, a huge black metal plate on his left shoulder, and a heavy three-barreled machine gun on his right arm, his fighting style is extremely fierce, he pulls the trigger when he raises his hand, and under the rapid rotation of the barrel, one by one dark solid bullets are fired.

Lao Cai brandished the Guan knife with both hands, rotating clockwise into a propeller shape, constantly blocking the oncoming rain of bullets.

It’s just that the bullet is wrapped in a terrible impact, but it makes his legs involuntarily move back.

What’s even more frightening is that other bandit members in suits and shoes also arrived, and everyone took out a flintlock gun and began to shoot in unison.

The sound of gunfire was endless, and the smell of gunsmoke was pervasive.

Lao Cai and Abu fought for a long time, and their physical strength had long been unable to support the armed color domineering covering their whole bodies for a long time, and they couldn’t help but feel the oncoming pressure.

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the two, Cappenbeki commented nonchalantly:

“Eight Treasures Water Army, but so!”

Witt crawled back to Cappenbeki, and before he had time to rejoice in the rest of his life, seeing that Cappenbeki did not seem to realize the seriousness of the matter, Witt quickly shouted:

“Godfather, the Governor of the West Sea is coming, we must retreat immediately!”

Governor of the West Sea!

These four words were like a golden hoop on the top of Sun Monkey’s head, but all the bandit members who heard these words changed color one after another.

Cappenbeki’s mouth was wide open, and he didn’t even notice the cigar falling to the ground, grabbed Witte’s collar with both hands, and said in horror:

“Is this true?”