The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Malek?!" Paka roared and punched Malek on the shoulder.

Click!

The bones were dislocated, and a crisp sound came, and Malek's thin body flew over a distance of ** meters and landed on the deck.

"You..." Paka withdrew his fist. He didn't expect Malek to have no defense against his attack.

"The strength has improved a lot." Malek bared his teeth. "I remember when we were on a mission together before, you just entered the fifth rank, and you were still mentally unstable at that time."

"This is the Naval Headquarters, you can't do whatever you want like you do in the demon hunter team." Pakka's face was gloomy.

"There's one thing you've got wrong." Malek sneered, "The Demon Hunter team seems to be sloppy, but each of us has our own rules, and you are here to do what you really want."

He turned his head and spat blood-stained spit on the deck, "Don't think I'm an idiot. Would a noble young master be so skilled in becoming a pirate under the coercion of captives?"

"Half a month ago, if I remember correctly, one of your lieutenants placed a similar noble young master, but what happened?" Malek sneered.

"After seven days, he was hacked to death on the deck by a pirate who looked exactly like that noble young master." He looked up at Paka.

"I am more afraid of death, so since I know that he will not be hanged, I can only do it myself." After speaking, he took out his pistol again.

Bang bang bang.

One shot, one shot, mercilessly killed all the pirates in front of him.

"You bastard, you shouldn't have come here, get out of here, take off your clothes, and get out of the way for me!" Lieutenant General Paka scolded sharply.

Seeing his attitude, Malek smiled. He knew that Paka was protecting him by letting him leave at this time. Killing a few pirate captives would not be a problem, but if there were generals among them, then the problem would be properties are different.

"What's going on?!" At this time, a middle-aged fat man with a face full of flesh came to the deck at a very fast speed.

"Paka, Admiral Garcia asked you to... eh?" Halfway through, the fat man suddenly closed his mouth, and he saw the corpses on the deck.

"Dead?! Who killed it?!" Fatty asked sharply.

"I don't know what's going on, the rope doesn't seem to be tied. These vile guys want to attack me, but they obviously forgot that I have a gun in my hand." Malek said with a smile.

Fatty's eyes widened, looking at the neatly tied corpse on the ground, with the look of you teasing me on his face.

"Sorry, I was negligent." As he said, Malek bent down and quickly picked up the ropes tied to all the corpses.

"It's no problem now."

"Do you think there is something wrong with my eyes, can't see what you are doing?" The fat man felt the blood vessels in his forehead beating wildly.

"Oh, so your eyes are fine!" Malek exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Then can't you see that there is something wrong with them?" When he said the last sentence, his expression changed, and his eyes were full of ridicule.

He took off the hat on his head and tore off his collar, leaving only the linen shirt and red shorts inside, "I'll give you the clothes, I'll quit."

"As the western navy of the kingdom, there is no way to take a group of pirates. It seems that pirates are really a great profession. If this is the case, then I will give it a try. Maybe when I become the most powerful pirate king here, I can take the pirates by the way. The pirates on the opposite side have cleaned up."

"Malek, what are you doing?" The middle-aged fat man's eyes became vigilant.

"It's nothing, since the navy on the opposite side can disguise as a pirate, then of course I can. I don't need your cooperation, but at least I can rush in and kill myself." He looked resentful.

"Instead of watching the pirates on the opposite side shrink into the defense of the Akkadian Navy as they are now."

"It's not that simple." The middle-aged fat man stepped onto the deck. "I don't allow you to do that. Do you know how much we have paid to maintain the balance with Akkad over the years?"

"Admiral Garcia has ordered that no one can take the initiative to provoke a conflict with the Akkadian officials. Do you want to provoke a war?" he asked.

"Then let them collude with the pirates, or even personally end up looting our merchant ships and slaughtering our people?!"

"This is the price of maintaining peace, no one can destroy it!" The middle-aged man's voice became low, "You have already appeared here, disguised as a pirate will definitely be discovered by them, I can't be alone because of you Impulsivity destroys the situation we are trying to maintain."

"You can't leave here, go back with us, I will report this matter to the admiral in person, Admiral Garcia will contact Duke Dressel, and someone will pick you up in person."

"I can't let you leave like this!"

"What if I have to leave?" Malek said nonchalantly.

"Pakka and I are both Tier 5s, you can try it, don't forget, even if it is a temporary transfer, you have the status of a naval officer now, and if you disobey the order, even the Duke can't stop the admiral from punishing you now! "

"Okay, okay." Malek shrugged. "I'll go with you, but even in the face of Admiral Garcia, I'll tell him that his management of the west coast of Elland is like shit."

"If I were the marshal, I would lead a dog and sit in the position of Admiral Garcia." Malek sneered, "At least a dog can bark twice when someone grabs its bones."

"And you can only lick shit."

"Damn peace, you are just protecting the interests of the nobles, it's really rotten."

"Take them down." Pakar ordered.

Malek is not an ordinary demon hunter, and naturally he can't handle it arbitrarily. They have also made many applications before, wanting to transfer this guy out.

Even Admiral Garcia had personally communicated with Duke Dressel about this matter, but as a result... the Duke seems to have deliberately left him here.

Not long after Marek and Juana were taken away by the law enforcement team of the Admiralty~www.readwn.com~Abetus' Duke's Mansion, Duke Dressel received news about Marek.

"Do I need to send someone to take him away?" Princess Charlotte asked.

"No, let him stay there for a few days, and I will let Sigmund take him away himself." The Duke said casually.

"Sigmon?!" Charlotte exclaimed. "He came out of the sea of ​​chaos, when? What was the result, was he injured?"

"He wasn't injured, the mission was completed... how can I say it?" The Duke looked confused, "He didn't talk about the specific process, he said he would tell me in person when he came back."

"Besides, he mentioned one thing," the Duke emphasized.

"Sigmund told me that he wanted to unify the southern seas and become the Pirate King."

Charlotte: ('°Δ°`).

"Where is he now and when will he be back?" Charlotte asked curiously.