If you haven't seen the blue ocean with your own eyes, you won't know what vastness is.
Bergobald looked at the seemingly endless ocean in the distance, slowly lowered the Despair to the ground, and slid towards the coastline. The morning fog rolled in, and a large city loomed, which was their destination.
"How did you know there was someone here?"
"Must have it." He lit a cigarette. Just as he was about to smoke it, Bergbird raised his hand and pinched it. He didn't want to choke Annie, although he really wanted to smoke Dongchen to death.
Rubbing his nose depressedly, too lazy to argue with this monster, Dongchen picked up Annie and walked out of the cab, announcing to his companions the good news of the upcoming login.
Next to the tidal city of Withers, is a city that relies on the ocean for survival. Ninety percent of the people in the city are engaged in work at sea. Years of heroic struggle with the ocean have made the people in this city, regardless of gender,
Extremely generous.
Of course, there are all kinds of birds in the forest, and not everyone is like this. For example, Obama is a well-known scourge.
Others rely on the sea for their livelihood, but Obama relies on people for his livelihood.
With his gang of gangsters, he goes around extorting money and doing all kinds of evil. It's not that no one wants to deal with him, but this guy is very cunning and will hide when he encounters a tough situation, and then waits for others to go to sea to bully other people's families.
Those who are too powerful will cause less harm, and those who have no ability will bully them to death, destroy widows' houses, and dig up the graves of bachelors. This guy has done a lot of evil things.
No need to worry if you have too many debts, no need to worry if you have too many lice. Today Obama has nothing to do and goes out for a stroll again.
"Boss, there's a car coming outside." The red-nosed horse boy ran and bumped towards him.
Obama flew up in displeasure and kicked Ma Zai hard on the butt: "Red Nose, how many times have I told you? You have to be graceful. Do you understand grace?"
"Yes, boss." He put his feet on his chest, raised his red nose and raised his head with a stern look on his face, but he had already cursed in his heart: "Your demeanor is like a watermelon, how can you be a gangster with such demeanor?"
"I know you kid must be scolding me in your heart. But you have to understand that no one can stop gangsters from learning martial arts. God can't offend gangsters from learning knowledge." Obama said, patting his red-nosed face: "
Tell me, what kind of broken car is worthy of your reporting?"
"It's not a shabby car, it's a good car, a very good car." Mentioning the car, red-nosed eyes flashed, and he gestured with joy: "Jim, the boy at the radar station, told me that he found a car flying down from the sky. It
...It...it's coming to us."
"Is the news reliable?" Obama slowly stroked his beard, his eyes shining brightly.
"Absolutely reliable!" Red Nose nodded firmly: "Boss, you also know that Jim is my childhood friend. Although he always looks down on me, he will definitely not lie to me. This thing can't be fake.
"
"Call all brothers and seal the road."
A row of tattered motorcycles, rusty iron chains, and knife with gaping teeth. Obama was sitting in a half-truck, and the team blocked the main road into the city.
The Despair roared in the distance and roared over.
"I opened this road and planted this tree. If you want to...if you want to live from now on, leave...the money to buy the road."
A little Indian man with a stutter stood on the roof of the car holding a big horn. The breeze blew through his hair and blew a piece of bird feathers.
The incision was made by Obama. It is said to be a famous slogan shouted by a group of people in a very ancient country who were engaged in business without capital.
Thieves cannot be famous, but robbers must be famous. This is a truth that Obama has learned from reading a lot of books.
Only when a robber is famous can people be feared. Although he is not a robber but a gangster, there is not much difference between a gangster and a gangster.
Dongchen covered his face and walked out of the car, really speechless to this group of birdmen. Annie timidly hid behind him and stuck out half of her head. The big man carrying a rusty and broken iron chain smiled at her and revealed
The gleaming gold teeth made the little girl shrink back in fright.
"Boss, I want this little girl with big breasts."
"Jin Ya, you are so big, and you are not afraid of killing someone else's little girl?" The red-nosed fox glared at Jin Ya with a fake look, turned his head and rubbed his hands with a mean smile: "Hey, boss, that little girl
Give it to me, girl."
"For you? For you..."
The cigar pretending to be in his mouth clattered to the ground. Obama raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously: "Oh! Oh my god, this is beautiful. Come on, brothers, grab this blond beauty and be gentle. If anyone dares to drop it,
One hair of hers, me and him..."
Christina was still frowning and staring, but Avril walked out of the car without showing any signs of weakness.
His almond-shaped eyes were seductive, his lonely tail was alluring, and he smiled with a pursed lips. When a loud voice rang out, a few unlucky people died on the spot without even realizing it.
Obama was drooling and jumped out of the car window. He picked up the cigar that had fallen on the ground and blew it into his mouth again. He walked through the crowd with a figure-footed step and walked across to Dongchen and spat out.
Spit: "Boy, how about being honest and handing over these three girls, and I'll guarantee your position next to Withers? I'm doing this for your own good."
Obama looked like he was thinking about Dongchen, which made a bunch of gangsters laugh, and they also started making noises.
"Yes, pretty boy, hand over these three little girls for the brothers to have fun with."
"Quack, quack, quack...boy, be more knowledgeable, otherwise don't blame your uncle for being ruthless."
The broken knife with the chip was covered with patches of black and red rust. Dongchen raised his hand and flicked it, and there was a ding sound, and dark red rust foam flew up, and a choking iron smell floated up.
"What can this piece of junk be used for? Killing chickens?" He raised his left hand with the azure soul mark and rubbed his nose gently. Dong Chen had a strange look on his face.
"you wanna die!"
Although he didn't know what a chicken was, the knife-wielding gangster could tell that Dong Chen said something bad. But even though he raised his knife, he couldn't chop it down no matter what.
Not only could I not chop it down, I was trembling all over, and my crooked teeth, which were yellow but white, kept chattering.
Turning his head unprepared, Dongchen looked at the five King Kongs who were walking out of the car door one after another with their heads lowered and bent, and at the eyebrow-length sticks they carried in their hands, Dongchen sighed helplessly.
This big stick made of alloy is more than two meters long and is as thick as an adult's arm. It is scary enough to hold it in your hand without doing anything else.
"You... don't come over. If you dare to come over... I... I will chop him."
The trembling rusty blade pointed at Dongchen Jijin, and the gangster's legs were weak and he was shaking.
"It's best if you can kill him, boy... we will thank you." Vegeta carelessly hit the ground with his big stick, shaking everyone's feet, and several gangsters collapsed on the ground in fear.
, looking at Vegeta with fear in his eyes.
"You...don't think that I will be fooled if you say that! You...you throw the stick away, or else...or I will really chop it."
Turning his head slowly with a stiff face, Dongchen stared expressionlessly at the knife-wielding gangster who was swinging at him, paying no attention to the rotten knife dangling in front of his nose.
A gust of wind blew, and there was no hint of joy or anger in the faint voice...