Pirate Forest

Scattered firelight fell and was wiped out in the air. Net

When he looked up, he saw only an airtight dense forest. The green leaves blocked all sight. There was no light, and the surroundings were pitch black.

Capone turned into a humanoid tank and drove at high speed. All the vegetation along the road was ruthlessly crushed, and the tracks kicked up two streaks of dust.

Capone is a traditional West Coast Mafia. He wears a hat and scarf, likes straight-striped suits, and wears a pure black coat with gold buttons. From a distance, he seems to be just a short and fat mafia.

At this time, he looked even more embarrassed. His coat had been scratched by thorns in many places. There was a green-gray stubble between his mouth and nose that he had not had time to take care of, and blood was flowing from the side of his face.

He now reinforces the impression that he is just a pudgy mafioso, no big deal.

But those people don't know that this is a godfather-level boss of the West Sea who rules forty-five islands, has tens of thousands of subordinates under his command, and has sixty-four warships under his banner.

Just such a person is trapped in a forest and cannot escape. From time to time, there will be sounds coming from all directions.

"Stop resisting needlessly~"

"Join me, and I will let you be my deputy. One person is inferior to ten thousand people."

"You can't escape. The forest is me. You will always be able to spin back and forth in my hands."

"Look at the traces of tanks under your feet. You have been here before. Surrender~"

This voice is long and has an indescribable allure, wandering around Capone like a witch, everywhere.

The wildflowers on the roadside flew away, and Capone walked straight forward with an expressionless expression.

"It's so noisy!" His eyelids were half-covered and he seemed to be a little depressed. He raised his hand and stretched out five fingers. The five gemstone rings of different colors were dim.

Countless bullets were fired from his thick fingers, and the dense gunfire swept into the surrounding big trees. Sawdust flew everywhere, and the smoke filled the air but disappeared completely in the next moment.

"It's useless. These painless attacks have no effect on me. How about joining me! Capone!" Morgan's voice sounded again. He thought it was an unbeatable ghost stalking the man who fled into the forest to avoid the wedding. bride.

"Stop blabbering! How can a man surrender to power!" He seemed to be irritated, and small doors were pushed open on his chest, and cannons were pushed out one by one by the little people.

Load, fire, fire.

This move once broke through Morgan's forest encirclement. The terrifying attack tore apart everything in front of him in an instant, leaving only a sea of ​​fire to engulf the forest in front of him.

Sigh...

The acrid smell of burning caused a blanket of thick gray smoke that made it blinding. The raging fire mercilessly ate away at everything near it, and the billowing smoke penetrated the barrier of the forest. net

The dark night did not wait for the sun to shine, but the chest was torn open by the fire and exposed to the blue sky of Sicily.

The squawking seagulls flapped their wings in panic and turned away.

Some gloating faces appeared on the swaying ships on the sea, laughing secretly and looking forward to something.

The sounds of footsteps, curses, and heartbeats were amplified countless times at this moment, and people on the island fled to the highest place to avoid the disaster.

Occasionally, a bullet will fly out from the window, hunting down the people fleeing upwards. The cry for help will be ended by the sound of stampedes, and the sound of gunfire can only arouse fear in everyone's hearts.

"A bunch of idiots just ran away, completely forgetting the purpose of coming here." Jacob sorted out his clothes, a white shirt, a black-trimmed vest, and a burgundy suit on the outside, with a coquettish flower in the breast pocket. red rose.

"Isn't it instinct to run away?" The deputy sat in the corner, playing with his fingers and whispering

"This is the difference between us and them. We love danger, like rushing to the execution ground, and even more enjoy the exciting process." He sniffed the red rose on his chest with the tip of his nose intoxicatedly.

It smells just like artificial flowers.

"I like to pull their teeth out, it hurts, and usually I have to eat a lot of candy to pull them out, maybe you could allow me to eat a little ice cream, that would make me feel better." The deputy let out a high-pitched laugh. , something sinister and weird, he is telling a story.

"You can't eat more sugar. Conrad, you should see a doctor. We have a very good ship's doctor." The window was crowded and noisy, and the air was heating up. Jacob closed the window.

"No, it will hurt, and I have already killed them, Mr. Ship Doctor." Conrad timidly raised his head and glanced at Jacob, like a child who spilled the beans and his secret was discovered.

"You are really..." Jacob, who walked up to him and raised his hand to educate him, sighed helplessly, and finally touched Conrad's head reluctantly.

He grabbed a handful of candies from his pocket, stretched them out in front of Conrad's eyes, and said dotingly, "Eat less."

………………

"Hahaha! You see, without that thick smoke, the majesty of the natural fruit still has its weaknesses." Bill happily dripped the oil down and flowed into the gaps in the deck. It was very easy to slip when walking. He liked it. Look at the way others slip.

That would give him a sense of satisfaction, and the sailor would read his mind and make exaggerated and comical slips on purpose, and inadvertently.

The oil will flow into the sea, and the fish are sensitive to the danger here. They will dexterously avoid the oil, but eventually some fish will suffocate to death if their gills are stained with oil, and the seawater will become polluted and stink.

"Get to the shore now. I will deal with them and become famous in the sea!" Bill couldn't wait to greet them and start moving.

"But the battle between Morgan and Capone is not over yet. They must have back-ups. Isn't it safe to attack now?" The first mate hesitated and wanted to remind Bill.

Suddenly, Bill felt like someone had poured cold water on him. He was very unhappy and looked at the first mate with a bad face.

"Just listen to me, okay." He had no chance to communicate and explain to his deputy. For him, the captain was responsible for giving orders and did not need to communicate with others.

Because if you do what he says, you will definitely succeed.

………………

There were a lot of basketballs scattered on the pier. A dozen burly men rolled their eyes, nosebleeds flowed, and fell to the ground unconscious.

Sitting on the wooden post was a young man in overalls. He had a delicate face and applied a lot of foundation, lipstick and blush. His charming appearance was even more showy than that of a woman.

"Really, there's no one who can hit me." Bob snorted coldly, pursed his lips, and took out a bottle of spray unhappily.

He sprayed it a few times on the top of his head and front, letting the cool sea breeze blow into his arms. He sprayed it on his armpits and pants to deodorize.

Fruity.

"I've just finished playing basketball. If I don't apply sunscreen and moisturizer in time, I'll get tanned quickly. Oh my God! I didn't use highlighter today! How can I go out like this?" He screamed and raised his orchid finger. Panicking, he pulled out a small bag.

He took out the mirror, looked at himself lovingly inside, and rummaged through various bottles and jars with his left hand, which symbolized how much he loved his priceless face.

"Men should be kinder to themselves."

………………

In the flames, Capone transformed into a real war fortress. Ten cannons stood all over his body, suddenly exceeding the height of the forest trees. His powerful defense made him look invulnerable.

"Godfather, are you okay?" Capone fell on the castle blanket, and a group of boys quickly came up to help him up.

The fire can destroy Morgan's forest or break through his castle. Now it depends on who can last longer, and he does not believe that Morgan will not guard against the flames of the forest.

It was like he had been eating Devil Fruit for several years, and he had already demonstrated countless fighting methods in his mind, and he could deal with them whenever necessary.

The battle is not about who has the bigger points, but who has the least shortcomings.

Over the years, he has been concentrating on elevating his own power and not going out to the Western Sea or the Grand Route. The biggest reason is that he realizes his own shortcomings. With such strength, he cannot dominate the Grand Route.

"Now is not the time."

This was his advice to himself. The strong wind of the times had hit him once seventeen years ago, but he had not been able to participate at that time.

He had a feeling that the next strong wind was about to start, and it was likely to be stronger than the last time.

Even a pig can fly when standing on the wind.

This is his ambition for himself, but now he can only hide in his own body.

"He is also consuming. With so many people standing there, he can't stab him so fast. Even if the natural element launches such a large-scale move, it's impossible for him to do nothing." Capone sat on the sofa. , took a sip of black tea.

"A forest of this size is not something he can control now, unless he is delegating power, but to whom." He had many questions.

"He wanted to fight me at first, but just now he kept trying to persuade me to surrender. This means that he is in trouble. Something is interfering with his actions and he cannot give it a try." His brain was running at high speed, thinking about the answer.

"Is there something wrong between this thing and the person who delegates power? He is a natural ability user. Devil Fruit cannot be shared. No one can replace him." Capone put down the tea cup, his eyes brightened as if he thought of something.

"It's vegetation! He delegated power to the entire forest. He was only responsible for creation but not for the aftermath. Everyone was killed by this forest, and he kept repeating that the forest and him are one."

"What will happen if so many people turn into chemical fertilizers?"

"If the plants created by him have other energy sources, will they resist him?"

"No, it can't be like this. After all, the forest was created by Morgan. Even if he loses part of his control, he can't completely resist." Just like adolescent children, most of them will rebel when facing their biological parents. I even thought about "running away from home" with the pocket money I usually saved, but no one would really leave.

"Godfather!" The subordinate suddenly froze, interrupting Capone's next reasoning, pointing to the scenery outside the castle, his voice trembling.

Outside the castle, small light blue crystals were scattered all over the sky and emitted cold air like snowflakes. They landed on the ground and faced the fire. The coldness of the sky and the fire of the earth were intertwined with each other like two giant beasts wrestling together.

"He does have a way to put out the fire, but if he is distracted from putting out the fire, he will definitely lose his focus on others." Capone said calmly.

Sigh...

The fire was completely extinguished, the sky was once again shrouded in darkness, the light was once again strangled, and the white mist, thicker than the smoke just now, spread around, and soon the entire forest became a fairyland on earth.

"In order to surround my sky, you will lose something." Capone left the castle and looked up at the dark forest.

Bang! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

As soon as the figure soared into the sky with unrivaled momentum, he chopped down more than a dozen large trees in Morgan, grinning and waving his left arm that had been reduced to a shovel.

"Morgan, I'm going to kill you!"

How dare you lock him in a tree hole and take care of him like a baby.

"Who do you think I am!" Vic angrily kicked down a big tree with his foot. All space within a radius of dozens of meters was barren of grass, and the sun completely occupied the sky.

Fortresses were often breached from within.

Morgan felt so tired, and his body was numb as if there was electricity.

"It's so difficult for me!"

"Damn it! How dare you look down on me, I'm just a short fat guy!" Vic cursed and cut down another big tree, and Morgan was too lazy to care.

"If you have a devil fruit, you will be self-righteous..."

Capone, who felt something moving here, hurried over and found that the forest barrier here had been completely destroyed, and there was an indignant man wearing a leather jacket with his left arm completely replaced by a shovel.

"What are you looking at, short fat guy! Be careful, I can kill you!" Vic was so angry that he forgot who Capone was. After all, it happened so suddenly that he just glanced at it.

Lighting the cigar that had just been extinguished, the fragrant aroma surged into his chest again, and he felt a sweetness. Capone ignored Vic as if he didn't exist at all.

"You bastard! How dare you ignore me?" He couldn't help but laugh, laughing from the bottom of his heart.

Swish!

He strode straight towards Capone, blocked a round of fire with his shovel, jumped up high, and spun in the air like a top. The sharp shovel exposed on the outside could easily cut off Capone's throat.

Capone, who did not move, did not even dodge, and directly withstood Vic's attack, but strangely, Vic's sharp shovel was like a sponge, with the twisted surface of the castle absorbing most of the force.

"Poof!"

Capone, who never expected Vic to be so powerful, spat out a mouthful of old blood, but swallowed it back.

Vic, who was trapped in the castle, was closely watched by a large number of swords, guns and clubs, locked on all sides, like a poisonous snake waiting for the opportunity, all of them rushed in in the blink of an eye, and hit with one strike.

"ah!!!!!"

The abdomen, chest, and limbs were penetrated like a hedgehog, and blood was thrown high. The heart-rending pain made Vic's brain calm down, but his body became colder little by little.

"That's enough."

Morgan appeared at some point and put his hand on Capone's shoulder.

"You have killed so many of my lovely subordinates, can't I kill you alone?" Capone did not stop and controlled the weapon to penetrate deeper.

"That's all I'm saying." Morgan's face turned ugly, changing color back and forth like a chameleon, and his body could hardly hold on anymore.

"I said no, that's not how the score was settled!" Capone gritted his teeth and refused to let go, threatening to destroy both the jade and the stone.

"I said don't underestimate me!!! You bastard!!!!"

Capone looked at Vic who was probably dying below in disbelief. What an amazing willpower!