Chapter 12： Tic shot, the mad knife of Tuan Mie (1/2)

Luoya watched this scene, her eyes could not help but shed tears, she covered her mouth, sobbing, the tears in her eyes kept falling, even soaking her clothes.

Doyle didn't say a word, and under his sleeve, his clenched fist couldn't help letting go.

Outside, everyone was shocked watching what happened inside, sitting cross-legged on the ground, enjoying the food, with an unobstructed smile and enjoyment on his face. The crying Roya, there are also members of the mad knife Pirates who are equally shocked.

Watching Tic finish eating all the fried rice on the plate one bite at a time, Tic slowly stood up and lifted the bag containing two bottles of rum that had been placed on the table early.

waved to Doyle, "Haha, Doyle, today’s days are really good, I ate very well, drank very enjoyable, and if I had time, I would come here to drink."

Doyle nodded cordially, "Well, Titch, come again next time."

Titch turned around and walked outside, a machete slashed across, and the sharp serrations stayed in front of Titch’s neck, "Damn it, you kid, I’ve had enough, and now I’m in a bad mood. Next, Just use your head to calm my emotions." Schiller looked at Titch’s movements, but there was no joy in his heart. He obviously insulted him, but he didn’t care at all. More importantly, from the front of him. In this kid's eyes, he didn't see a trace of fear, scared emotions, and ignored himself. Who are you pretending to be? At this moment, his anger finally broke out.

"Schiller is angry, this kid is going to die!" The people outside couldn't help saying, and you could feel Schiller's anger from a distance.

"Is it a pity that such a man died?" What happened before seemed to still be in front of me, and my heart couldn't help but rise up to the threat of the infamous Schiller. The respect of men.

"I always feel that there will be some unexpected surprises!"

Titch stopped, turned his head to look at Schiller on the side, smiled, raised his finger to the knife in front of his neck and said, "This thing is not for threatening people."

"Of course this is not for threatening people. I will kill you and hear you kneeling at my feet begging for mercy, screaming and wailing." Schiller couldn't help licking his red lips, as if smelling the breath of blood donation. The whole person was excited, he was a murderer. Frightening crazy knife Schiller.

"I can think that this is your declaration of war on me." Titch's mouth had a slight smile, "Then are you ready to die?"

"What?" Schiller felt that he had misheard, but he didn't understand Titch's meaning. Others seem to do the same. Hearing this, Mostima nodded, with a smile on his face, his eyes shining, and the moment he most looked forward to was about to come.

"As a pirate, since he dared to declare war on the other side, he should be ready to fight to death." Titch said slowly, without any movement on his body.

"Damn, do you mean you are better than us? Boy, you have to have an attitude when you look down on people, so let me die." The members of the mad knife pirate group who stayed behind were angry, and one of them shouted loudly. Dao, drew the pistol from his waist, at such a close distance, facing Titch's head, directly squeezed the trigger.

"Bang!" "Fa, what happened?" Everyone's pupils shrank, and the expected shot was not fired at all. The pirate who fired at Titch directly exploded his head, and the blood donated sputtered. go out.

In everyone’s eyes, Titch pulled out a black gun from his waist at some point, facing the pirate who had been shot, the faint smoke from the muzzle showed that this gun was Titch. Sent out.

The power in his hand began to dissipate, and the hand facing Titch slowly moved down, the gun fell to the ground weakly, his eyes widened, and he seemed very shocked.

"Boom!" His body hit the ground, leaving a deep blood hole on his forehead, which made the pirates on the side a chill. He couldn't help but pushed back two steps, looking at Titch's eyes with some fear, they were not fools, and they could see that the man in front of him was not something they could deal with.

"When did he do it?" A cold sweat broke out on Hardno's eyebrows, and his brain went blank for a moment, "Shooting speed like this."

"Is he a gunner? Top gunner!"

In the new world, a gunner is not terrible, but a top gunner is terrible, especially in a team, which can play various roles against the enemy, support, and contain.

"No, he is not a professional gunman. Didn't you notice the three knives on his waist?" Mostima said slowly, but his eyes kept on Titch's body because he was wearing a coat outside. , Tic’s three knives were only partially exposed, and Mostima noticed that there was a glimmer of light in his eyes. As a swordsman, he could feel that Tic’s three knives were not ordinary. Not worse than his own famous sword split.

Thinking like this in his heart, Mostima couldn't help stroking the saber on his waist.

"It's just pure speed, but the marksmanship is extraordinary." Mostima said, as a swordsman, his eyesight naturally captured Tic's movements, and the motion of drawing a gun from his waist was like running clouds and flowing water in one go. It seems to have gone through thousands of tempers.

This is a strong man. The civilians in the new world have some strength. Although Tiqi's movements are not visible, he can also guess it. There seems to be some expectation in his eyes. Whether it is a pirate or a civilian, some hope that Tiqi can Schiller defeated, and some wanted to see the rise of newcomers.

In any case, Schiller's reputation is not very good on this island, or it is not very good in the nearby sea.

He has no territory and enjoys treasures and killings. This sea area is closer to the territory of the Whitebeard Pirates, and it is also behind the Whitebeard Domain. Few navies come, otherwise, it would have been annihilated by the navy.

"This guy." Schiller gritted his teeth. At such a close distance, he did not see the man in front of him. The speed was too fast, but more, he was angry, and killed himself in front of him. The crew of, or the crew of their own early days, can be said to be their number one younger brother when on the ship, very loyal.

This is hitting him in the face. If you don’t teach this guy, no, kill this guy! Unloading eight pieces of his corpse, so as to calm his anger, otherwise, his prestige will be lost, as a captain, if he can't stand for his men, no one will follow him in the future.

He could feel that some of the crew's eyes fell on him, as if waiting for his order.