The sweet and greasy water soaked the white hedgehog's head and ran down his forehead, making Smogg a little embarrassed.

"Someone attacked!"

"Array, protect Lieutenant General!"

Encountered by the attack, the naval soldiers quickly changed their formations and surrounded the flying squirrels and Smogg.

But Smaller was not moved by it.

He touched the liquid on his face, threw away the smashed tomato, and turned his head.

"you"

Snapped!

Another tomato slammed straight on the bridge of the nose. At the entrance of the lane, a little boy who was not tall enough to the waist of an adult was standing next to a basket of tomatoes, holding seven or eight tomatoes in his left arm, and threw it with his right hand.

"Shit justice! Who needs your justice!"

Watched by so many people, the boy shivered and his nose was running, but the anger in his eyes supported him not to escape.

"Father, mother, grandpa, where was your justice the day they were killed by the dragon?!"

Smogg paused and couldn't speak.

The boy cried out crying.

"Uncle Sam went out to sea to find someone for help and was drowned in the sea. When the mouse sent his body to mock us, where was your justice?!"

Snapped!

The juice is dripping.

The little boy vented with a trembling voice.

"Go navy!"

"We don't need your justice!"

Snapped!

A group of elite soldiers who can look directly at the root of fear, such as the undead, are so stunned at this time, allowing him to throw the tomatoes on the parent's official.

With self-blame and pain in their eyes, the back of their hands clenching their guns burst into bruises.

Whoops!

Another rotten vegetable leaf was thrown over, Lowett's eyes turned, and Nuoqigao was standing in the center of the street with a pile of wet garbage in his arms.

"Get out of the navy!"

"He's right, we don't need it!"

"Yes, we don't need it!"

One by one, the villagers opened the gate and swarmed into the streets, holding various "weapons" in their hands. Kitchen knives and brooms, bench hoes, full of creativity.

Smogg lowered his gaze, his face filled with smoke, unable to see clearly.

The flying squirrel closed his eyes in pain, and endured all kinds of stinking hidden weapons on his body.

He hadn't thought about this situation.

The villagers, who are clearly under the pressure of the dragon, can summon the courage to take the naval justice to them. Has it reached a level that is more abominable than the atrocities of the pirates?

This makes the flying squirrel a little frustrated.

Rather than suffering from this kind of inner suffering, he would rather go to the New World to find the Four Sovereign Pirates to fight.

Cang!

Suddenly, the little boy lost all the "ammunition", drew a dagger from his shoe, and rushed into the crowd while everyone was not paying attention.

"Lieutenant General, be careful!"

"Lieutenant General!"

But the flying squirrel didn't dodge, let him get in, grabbed his coat and climbed onto his shoulders, and put the dagger around his neck.

"Run, big brother playing with corpses! I caught him!"

No, you didn't.

Lowett: ""

There are too many slots, and he doesn't know what to say for a while.

"interesting"

Afterwards, Lowett's lips curled up and smiled faintly.

"It's so fun!"

He laughed wildly, leaning forward and back.

"Did you see Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, this is your justice!"

"Open your eyes, open your eyes and look carefully, this is your justice!"

The flying squirrel heard that his eyelids were shaking, but he never opened his eyes.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

The smile disappeared suddenly, and Lowett lowered his eyes.

"Remember not to retaliate against the villagers, otherwise I will use your family's lives to repay it."

Children do things without considering the consequences.

But as a reliable adult, Lowett cannot be willful.

After that, Lowett turned gracefully, ready to leave.

But this time

Bang!

The white cloud column suddenly rushed out and smashed a house beside the street.