Chapter 142 Tiger Falling in Pingyang

"Bad boy, what are you pretending to be dead?"

"Pretend again, I'll bang you!"

"Wang", the piercing chill permeated the whole body.

"Pain! It hurts!" Locke muttered. He opened his eyes stimulated by the cold pain, "What is this place?" Locke's eyes widened in horror, and he found himself wet all over, and a string of drops of water were rolling down from the top of his hair.

"Kid you wake up?" A gloomy voice sounded.

Locke looked up and saw several men, one of whom was holding a basin. He estimated that his water was splashed by the man.

Locke saw another particularly fierce-looking man. He is tall and strong, with black curly hair, a beard on his face, and his black and red face is full of dense dark sores. Locke suddenly had a feeling that he wanted to vomit.

The beard wears a black wide-brimmed hat, white short sleeves, jeans at the bottom, and brown leather boots. There is a wide belt around the waist, with * and a dagger inserted. He stepped on the ground with one foot and the other on the table, playing with a strange gun in his hand, staring at Locke fiercely with wolf-like eyes, as if he were going to swallow Locke.

Locke glanced around and was surprised to find that he had fallen on the deck of a ship. In addition to himself, there was a young man who fell on the deck. The man is very young, about the same age as himself. He should be a businessman in his clothes. At this time, there were still blood stains on the corners of the young man's mouth and suit, which were probably beaten.

The young man's skin color is very white, his starry eyes are bright, his eyebrows are like ink painting, his lips are like strokes, his hair is black and slightly curly, his hairstyle is extremely fashionable, and the raised corners of his lips show their wild personality. His pupils are very special and amber.

At this time, the young man was looking at Locke with indifferent eyes. It turns out that I am not the only one who is unlucky! The young man pulled a beautiful curvature at the corners of his mouth, which was an extremely cold smile.

Locke looked at the people around him again. There were three kinds of black skin, yellow skin and white skin. Two of them, one is black with sunglasses on his face and the other is white. The costumes of these two people are the same as beards. Others wear vests and ** upper bodies, but they are all fishermen's costumes. Strangely, they are also carrying guns and guns (bazooka). Listen to their languages, some speak English and some speak Spanish. Locke also saw some people fiddling with their mobile phones and some playing with cold knives.

Locke suddenly became excited and thought to himself: It seems that I have returned to the 21st century. Then, he looked bitter again. I came back to prevent the gods from assassinating my ancestor Franklin, but my ancestor Franklin was born in the 18th century. How did he travel to 300 years later? Shit! If the gods sent by Zeus went to the 18th century earlier than himself, wouldn't their ancestors be dangerous?

Locke cried secretly. He tried his best to recall what had happened before, found that he had not lost his memory, and tried to run the magic. His whole body was sore and soft that he had no strength at all. He wants to cast spells and transformations, but he can't do it either.

Is it true that he lost his divine power and became a mortal as Pluto said? With this human body, how can I fight against gods and protect my ancestors? These people in front of us should not be kind people, and it is a question whether they can save their lives. Locke's heart is unspeakable.

"Isn't you a spy? How did you get to our ship?" The beard said viciously.

"How did I get to your ship?" Locke looked stunned. He thought that when he shuttled through the road in time and space, a dazzling bright light suddenly burst out in front of him, and the hot waves hit the road, distorting the time and space. As a result, he rushed into another path. Now he appears inexplicably on this ship, probably falling from the sky, or why is his body sore and painful?

Locke asked cautiously, "I was about to ask you, where is this?" What year is it now?

"This boy must have been scared by the eldest brother."

"This boy is not supposed to make a movie, isn't he?

"Hahaha..." There was a burst of laughter around.

"Bad boy, don't put garlic on me! If not, I will throw you into the sea and feed the shark!" The two clicks are the sound of bullets loaded. The beard pointed the machinery in his hand at Locke.

"Brother, isn't it too cheap to kill him now? Let me practice shooting with him!"

"That's right, the cooked duck is afraid that he will fly?"

"Hahaha..." Another wild burst of laughter.

"Then do whatever you want, brothers. You can play as you want." Sitting on a "master chair" with a beard, he crossed his legs and waited to watch the bustle.

Four white thuggers rushed up, and two of them dragged Locke up and made him stand on the deck. Locke is so weak that his feet are so weak that he can't even stand still. The other two thuggers dragged the young man up and let the young man and Locke stand side by side. This young man is very tall, almost as tall as Locke. One is short black hair and the other is long golden hair, wearing very different clothes. Two people stood together, one like a modern man and the other like a medieval ancient man. It felt very strange.

"Ky, stand firm, my brother's shooting is not as accurate as mine. If you move, maybe the bullet will hit your head. Hahaha..." The beard laughed maliciously.

The arms of the two young men were forced to straighten, and the top of their heads and palms were placed on glasses.

These people are going to use us two as targets! Locke suddenly remembered the movie he had seen. There are often scenes like this in oriental martial arts movies. However, at that time, there were no guns, and people practiced flying knives with captured prisoners. The method of throwing knives by those heroes was really cool! Alas, I have become a mortal. If I can still restore the identity of death, I will let the officials of the underworld change their flying knives. No, let them practice guns...

"Bah", Locke was still thinking nonsense. With a gunshot, his body shook, and the bullet flew over with his fingertips. He was so scared that his face turned white.

"Hahaha..." There was a burst of laughter.

"Second, your shooting skills are too bad. Hasn't it been a long time since you killed someone? Your hands are rusty?" The beard sneered.

"I...hum!" The white man who shot became angry. He raised the gun in his hand and aimed at the young man's head.

"Hey, second brother, show mercy. This little white face is really handsome. In case you break his face, it will be a pity! Why don't you leave him to me?"

Hahaha... all kinds of ferocious laughter and dirty language sounded together.

The young man's face turned pale. Obviously, he has understood.

"Since Lao San has a unique hobby, give him this little white face." The sore face was full of evil smiles.

"Wangle", the young man threw off the cup, turned around and ran away. In front of him is the sea, about ten meters away. He may want to jump into the sea, but he limped. Locke saw the young man's ankles bleeding and the blood stained his trousers red. He was probably injured by a gunshot wound.

"Hmm! Want to run away?" With a cold hum, a hard object hit the young man's leg. The man who kicked the young man's legs was a strong and burly black man, the guy called the third brother.

"Puffong", the young man fell on the deck, and he stared with frightened eyes like a frightened deer. The black man smiled gistfully, stepped forward, and began to tear the young man's suit rudely.

" Stop it! Don't bully him!" Locke roared and rushed over. He knew that he was seriously injured and lost his divine power. He was not a black opponent at all. However, the innate sense of justice arose spontaneously. Locke, regardless of the painful body, raised his fist and hit the black man's temple.

The black man was in pain, let go of the young man, turned around, pushed Locke to the ground fiercely, and pressed him up. There was a sharp pain in his chest, and bright red blood gushed out of the corners of Locke's mouth. A bright thing fell into his eyes, which was a thick gold chain on the black man's neck.

"Puto, save...me..." Locke fainted as soon as his eyes turned.

"Hey hey, not to mention the king, even if God comes, he can't save you." The black man took off his sunglasses and smiled evilly, "Well, it smells good! This looks better!" He pulled Locke's hair and smelled it.

"Roar!" The people around him began to roar.

"Fight him! "Do him to death!" Those grang faces shouted.

The black man began to move his hands and feet, and he was solving Locke's robe...

The young man stared at the black man and the unconscious teenager. The teenager wore a black robe decorated with small flowers. Those flowers are actually twinkling, like stars scattered in the night sky.

The young man stared at the flowers. Suddenly, he woke up, suddenly got up, and quietly leaned against the port of the boat while the people focused their attention on Locke.

The sun is bright and the sea is as clear as crystal. However, who would have thought that there would be a heinous evil happening under such a beautiful sunshine?

"boom" and "boom" suddenly sounded dense gunfire. The hull shook violently.

"What's going on?" His beard was full of fear, and he almost fell down.

"Brother, it's not good, I met the coast guard! It seems to be British." Lou Luo, who was in charge of observation, sent a message.

"Grandma, you're chasing me so soon! What the fuck are you doing? Everyone in place! Turn left, increase the horsepower, and leave the high seas!" Luo's beard held the walkie-talkie and gave the order in panic.

"Hullo," the group left the deck and ran to their "posts".

"Brother, what should I do with this boy?" The black man's face was bloody. Previously, he was about to fall in love with Locke, and the hull shook violently. He fell out, and his face just hit the anchor, so his head was immediately bleeding.

"Maybe he is an undercover spy. Why do you keep him? Lost it, throw him into the sea with the little white face to feed the shark!" The beard shouted impatiently.

The black man dragged Locke up to look at it. He was a little reluctant. He pinched Locke's smooth and soft face again. Then he heard a "puff" and Locke was thrown into the sea. The black man turned his head to look for the young man. There was no one on the deck, and there was no trace of the young man.

The stern of the ship tug up huge water lines. The Giant Spirit, like a frightened rabbit, fled in the direction of the Caribbean Sea.

The crackling sound of water is from far to near. The sea surged. A group of great white sharks came over with silver-gray scissor-shaped dorsal fins and surrounded Locke.

The British standing on the warship held a telescope and pointed to it out. They saw a group of great white sharks surrounded by a black float. The eventful British fired a*.

"Wang", * exploded in the shark herd, causing waves as high as dozens of feet. Locke, who had fainted, was thrown into the sky by the air waves and then quickly fell into the sea.

Locke's face was injured, and red blood gushed out. Several surviving great white sharks were fleeing. They smelled blood and turned around, shaking their heads and tail around Locke, looking extremely restless.

The British holding the telescope saw the person floating in the sea. They thought that the fierce great white shark would immediately jump on it and tear the man to pieces. Unexpectedly, they saw those great white sharks as if they were wagging their tails and begging for mercy. The British continued to point and shook their heads from time to time, with a stunned face. They stopped on the ship to watch and forgot to chase the pirates.

After shaking their heads and tails for a while, one of them got into the bottom of the water and quickly rose to the water. It hunched Locke on his back. The other two great white sharks swam behind, just like bodyguards. Three great white sharks escorted Locke and swam into the distance.

"Oh, my.god!" The British were stunned first and then screamed. When they reacted and planned to take a picture, the three great white sharks disappeared together with the people on the fish's back.