salsa——

The blade covered in blood and stains gently scratched on the ship's plank, and the annoying sluggish friction sound echoed faintly in the cramped cabin.

Nuolan stared at the strong figure in front of her, her heartstrings already tense to the extreme.

The space in the cabin was extremely small, and I was just waiting to die if I stayed here.

"We have to get out! Get on the deck!"

He took a deep breath and bent his body, which was half lying on the board of the boat, into a half-squatting position on one knee.

Like a sprinter getting ready to go, his muscles are tense and strength is quietly accumulating in his calves.

The hands restricted by the heavy iron handcuffs naturally drooped, but they still held tightly the silver-white pistol that had been empty of bullets.

Nolan waited quietly.

There is only one chance, and only by grasping all the influencing factors that are beneficial to you can you seize this remaining glimmer of hope.

"Pah, pah, pah."

The sound of slow footsteps became clearer and clearer, and Nolan's eyes moved downward, focusing most of his attention on the opponent's legs.

"One step, two steps, three steps."

He counted silently in his mind and used the corner of his eye to measure the distance between the enemy and the hatch.

Sudden!

A friction sound that was different from the ordinary sound of falling footsteps sounded.

Perhaps due to the sewage on the cabin floor, the strong man stumbled accidentally and lost his balance in an instant.

"Now!"

Nuolan roared in his heart, ignoring the pain caused by the heavy shackles on his wrists. He suddenly raised his hands and threw the silver-white pistol directly.

The pistol was spinning rapidly, like a heavy, huge dart, drawing a sharp arc in the air.

Immediately, he slammed into the strong man's cheek.

Nuolan, who had been imprisoned in the room for a long time, was very weak and lacked strength, but the pistol he tried to throw still relied on the weight of its own metal material, causing the strong man with an unstable center of gravity to fall back in embarrassment.

Fall down.

At the same time, at the moment when he threw out the pistol, Nuolan's legs suddenly exerted force, and the muscle strength he had accumulated for a long time exploded, driving his whole body towards the hatch.

"Bang."

The heavy sound of metal colliding with wood came from the side.

A technological creation from another world completed its final mission on a dirty pirate ship and fell powerlessly onto the ship's deck.

Nuolan also rushed to the strong man's side at this moment.

He was breathing rapidly, the extremely strong and pungent smell of blood poured into his mouth, and a strong feeling of vomiting came from his stomach and abdomen.

Press forcibly,

The explosive sprint made his body lean forward sharply, as if he would lose his balance and fall down in the next second.

Nuolan couldn't care about this anymore. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind.

——Survive!

"Tsk!"

A shrill roar that tore through the air suddenly sounded, and a blood-stained silver light burst out in the darkness.

A strong sense of danger buzzed in my mind.

Subconsciously, Nuo Lan glanced sideways with his peripheral vision.

grass!

The strong man lost his center of gravity and fell backwards, suffering serious injuries that could have been fatal, but he actually reacted at this moment.

The incomplete long knife held in his left hand was like a fleeting sharp tiger claw in the dark jungle, roaring towards him.

Emotions surged, and the smell of death lingered in my heart.

But his feet suddenly slipped, his center of gravity was instantly unbalanced, and he leaned forward and flew forward.

laugh--

The sharp wind blew past the top of my head, and the high-pitched roar almost burst my eardrums.

By a strange combination of circumstances, Nuo Lan, who fell down, escaped the knife that was supposed to hit his chest.

Without any time to think, Nuo Lan, who fell to the floor, rolled forward and regained her balance while removing the momentum from her body.

Using his hands and feet, he rushed towards the cabin door.

"Bang!"

The sound of cracking wooden boards came from behind.

The broken blade was deeply embedded in the side wall of the ship.

Sawdust flew and turbulent water poured in along the crack.

Nuolan no longer cares about so much.

In the past few decades, he has never yearned for sunshine and freedom as much as he does now.

The bright and warm sunlight shines on the body, the vast sky above the head is endless, and the blue and tranquil ocean is around.

The moment he stepped out of the hatch, he seemed to truly feel the preciousness of life.

Immediately afterwards, the messy deck brought him back to reality.

"Is it really an internal strife?" The tragic situation in front of her made Nuolan frown uncontrollably.

This was definitely an extremely brutal battle.

The dazzling blood literally covered the entire deck;

Internal organs, severed limbs... wrapped in blood, there were dozens of mutilated corpses scattered everywhere;

The blood dripping from the edge of the deck even dyed the sea near the ship a light red color.

The cruel and horrifying scene is like being in a hell on earth.

Surprisingly, Nolan was not as scared as she imagined.

Maybe it was because of the unquenched emotions in my heart, or maybe it was because of the roar coming from the cabin behind me.

He was unusually calm.

"The battle is not over yet, we cannot relax yet."

He warned himself in his heart.

Squatting down, Nuo Lan pulled out a short knife from a severed hand from an unknown source.

The blade is quite sharp, reflecting a bit of cold light under the sunlight.

The handle of the knife was roughly wrapped twice with white gauze, and the thickness was just right in the hand.

It's not that Nuolan doesn't want to hold a long knife, it's just that with his hands almost out of strength now, a lighter and more compact short knife is a more suitable choice.

The metal chains connected to the shackles collided in the sea breeze, and the cold and crisp sound of "ding bells" echoed.

Nuo Lan stood in the middle of the deck, holding a short knife tightly with his hands hanging down, with the blade pointing straight towards the forward hatch.

Accompanied by angry roars and vague curses of unknown meaning, like a bull in desperate situation, the strong figure staggered out of the hatch.

Extremely fast!

Blood spurted out from the wound, almost forming blood lines in the air, and was left behind.

The heavy and rapid footsteps made the entire deck shake slightly.

"What a monster!"

Nuolan cursed secretly in her heart, but retreated quickly.

Fighting head-on with the opponent is undoubtedly the worst option.

He knew in his heart that every time he delayed, the scale of victory would shift a little more towards his side.

With the opponent's amount of bleeding, no matter how strong his physique was, he wouldn't be able to last for more than a few minutes.

As long as he works around the wide deck and dodges and delays as much as possible, he can drag the seriously injured enemy to death.

Nolan planned it perfectly,

Unfortunately, he ignored the most important point.

Facing the powerful enemy who is already on the verge of death and is in a state of recovery,

Could he really delay it for so long with his extremely weak body?
Chapter completed!