Pirate Forest

Capone walked out of the forest and planned to leave by boat. He had nothing to miss here, and the purpose of coming in the first place had long been forgotten.

In order to reach the pinnacle of power in the West Sea, he prepared for 7300 days. In the first ten years, he completely controlled the family, but from the day he was ready to take the lead, he had been spying on the status of the overlord of the West Sea.

Set a big goal for yourself first, and then look at the present to achieve a small goal. This is his plan for himself.

In order to welcome this day, he did not hesitate to drown alive his former underground talker, the godfather who knelt at the feet of God in the holy church and swore an oath on the Bible. (Here it means adoptive father)

To this day, he still remembers his godfather's old and feeble fingers tightly clasping his arm, without even taking off a piece of flesh. At that moment, he was finally sure.

The godfather is old, and the godfather who once dominated the Western Sea will also be old.

Seeing the godfather gradually losing his strength and floating on the water, his body swollen and his skin pale and cold, the godfather would never warn him again not to get involved in this or that.

He felt an indescribable loss that day. Looking at his strong and powerful arms, his body would eventually become weak. What if one day he couldn't even kill a kid who just went to sea?

Suicide?

He doesn't want to die in such humiliation like his godfather. Now that he is old, he should die fighting on the sea in a noble manner!

He didn't want to die in such a cowardly way, lying on the bed suffocating and dying!

So he will definitely not stop here. He has already set a bigger goal before coming to Sisiyuri.

The underground forces that rule the Grand Line!

There was already no suspense in Sisi Yuri. Someone appeared and broke all his plans. He lost.

There is no need to defend, he has already lost the last battle, because he will definitely die in the end!

He had never felt that kind of crisis in his thirty-nine years of life, like the hair on his back stood on end, and the sense of danger that came and went, and the sense of terror that he could fall into hell anytime and anywhere.

The thread of destiny of the times once allowed Shun Shun to rule the underground world of Dingxihai smoothly, but this thread that was not firm trembled and was completely disrupted by Morgan who suddenly broke into his world.

Nothing went as planned.

After fighting Morgan, he was already bored. No matter what the reason was for deciding whether to fight him or not, it didn't matter.

There is no such thing as death on the sea.

He gave up his original decision to go to the Grand Line after this trip. He was not ready yet.

Waiting for three years.

He is thirty-nine now and will be forty-two in three years. That was his last chance to enter the Grand Line before ending his life, and rule the underground world of the Grand Line in one fell swoop at his golden age.

"Okay." Capone, who was approaching the dock and preparing to leave, happened to bump into Bill and his group who had just landed. They looked very excited and looked like hungry diners at a restaurant. net

The other person's look made him very uncomfortable. It should be the way he looked at others.

People often hate people who are like themselves.

"Get away!"

Capone had encountered people like Bill many times. He just wanted to step on him and become famous. He didn't even want to give the other person a chance to speak.

"Hahaha! When you meet a big fish, the underground overlord's position will be replaced by my uncle Bill!" Bill laughed unbridled, and Capone walked past him indifferently.

"idiot!"

Bill, who was laughing with his mouth open, was as stiff as stone. He turned around in embarrassment, pointed at Capone, and shouted angrily, "Asshole! Stop!"

"Let's fight it out!" Bill said in a neutral pose, as childish as a child would say.

"That kind of thing is for you." Capone didn't want to be serious with him on this false reputation, it didn't matter to him now.

"What do you mean, just give you that kind of thing?" Bill heard that the status he was striving for was being thrown around like garbage by Capone. Veins popped up on his forehead, and he clenched his fists and dug his nails into his flesh, his face twisted. Glaring at Capone.

How could anyone be so ignorant!

"That's what others have been pursuing for a long time!" Bill waved his right fist with all his strength.

The yellow oil spurted out like a fountain, pushing Capone into the oil. Capone was caught off guard and flew dozens of meters backwards. He knelt on the ground in embarrassment and couldn't get up.

"How about it? This is what you look down on me! The ability of Youyou Fruit! I don't want your charity, just be clear about it, I will get what I want myself!"

Bill's face was ferocious, and his eyes were red with tears streaming down his face.

He took out a lighter and rubbed it eagerly, but no flames rose. Bill, who became more and more impatient, threw the lighter to the ground and stamped his feet several times.

"Captain." The first mate handed Bill a lighter.

Boo!

Turning on the lighter, the blue flame below left a curve in the air and was thrown towards Capone, who was trapped in the oil and could not stand up.

bass!

The flames stepped on the oil and swallowed Capone instantly. The scorching flames burned his body, and the terrifying heat wave spit out tongues of fire and looked greedily at everyone who came close to it.

"Hahaha!"

Bill and the others laughed at Capone in the fire pit. They thought he would be so powerful but turned out to be just a "trash".

"Godfather! Let us out!" A group of younger brothers in Capone eagerly begged Capone to open the door and let him out to defend against the enemy.

"Want to go out for a barbecue now?" Capone gritted his teeth, squatting on the ground and trying to stand up, the all-pervasive fire baking him all the time. 35xs

"But even this is better than being roasted by the fire alone. Let's stay inside and watch, right?"

"Who said I can only be roasted by fire?" Capone stood up slowly. In the flames, this short, fat, and very young mafia penetrated Bill's heart.

Bill was stunned, froze in place, a little dazed, what was that look?

"The scumbag is really self-righteous." Bill hated Capone's tone of educating him as if he were a senior.

"Then what do you have to say? Senior." He deliberately emphasized the last two words, wanting to ridicule Capone for overestimating his abilities.

"Of course, for example, don't move." The flames had already climbed onto his coat, and the roasted skin was cracked and blisters appeared. It gave off a smell of barbecue, but Capone still walked out slowly.

"What?" Bill frowned in confusion, and suddenly felt a round, protruding object like a plate emerging from his feet.

"That's a bomb that can blow a ship into the sky. It's best not to act rashly." Capone's figure had completely walked out of the circle of fire, and the flames turned into fire snakes and wrapped around him.

"You don't think this kind of thing can hurt me, do you? I'm a user with the ability of the Oil Fruit..." Bill was just about to tell him that some abilities could be elementalized like the natural system, but he was beaten by Capone just when he was so amazing. broken.

"Since the oil exploded, do you still want to live? I'm afraid it will be blown to pieces immediately, right?" Capone took off his coat slowly. Although it was very painful to be burned by the fire, for some reason it was better than fighting with Morgan. Much more comfortable.

Restore the peace of the past.

"what?"

Bill looked at the bomb and looked at the bomb at his feet. When did it arrive at his feet?

At the same time, the first mate led the others away from Bill unknowingly.

He glanced at the first mate and others who were about to escape, stretched out a hand, opened it and aimed it, and the dense line of fire bullets flew directly, penetrating everyone except Bill.

"Do you know why I look down on you?"

Bill watched his men fall one by one but was unable to do anything. It seemed like he was back in the scene when he was beaten up in an alley by gangsters as a child. He could only look at Capone approaching with hatred.

"Because you are naive."

Snapped!

Walking up to him, he slapped Bill casually. Capone's palms, which were hot from the fire, came into intimate contact with Bill, and the blisters burst and stuck to his face.

"Aren't you afraid that I will die with you?"

The situation changed too fast. In the blink of an eye, the strength and weakness of both sides changed. Bill could only threaten the other side with words, which seemed very weak.

"Then give it a try"

"With a thing like you, no matter what kind of fruit I give you, it will be useless."

As he spoke, a forest appeared in front of Capone's eyes. What if it was that kind of fruit?

He laughed at himself, it was impossible, people control the fruits, not the fruits control humans.

Because he is Morgan, he can have a forest.

"Be good and let me slap you in the face. If I get bored, I'll let you go."

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

A series of slaps continued continuously, and the blisters on Capone's hands bloomed as they were being slapped, making the skin and flesh bruises look worse than Bill's face.

………………

Huhuhuhuhuhuhu(~o~)zz

Morgan lay on the ground and slept soundly.

Three fighting circles formed in front of him.

Vic looked indifferently at Jacob, who had gray hair on his temples and looked like a dignified gentleman. The shovel pulled out a string of sparks on the ground, and the thorns crackled.

Zheng~

Hearing the sound of drawing a knife, Conrad raised his head and glanced at Shijin. His mouth was bulging and he was chewing sweet fruit candy. Jacob refused to let him swallow the candy.

The casual Mikhail met Bob undisputedly. For some reason, from the moment he saw Mikhail, Bob put on a bad face and stared at him viciously, full of malice.

But Miguel didn't know him at all, and this kind of original malice came from nowhere.

"Hello!"

Suddenly Bob spoke up and bit his lip.

"What"

Miguel felt that the atmosphere had solidified, and his throat could not help but roll up and down nervously.

"Your face is very popular with girls, right?"

"ha"

Mikel didn't have to look at Bob's resentful face, like a red devil with jealousy, envy, resentment and other complex emotions flooding towards him.

"You can be liked by girls without being regarded as a woman. Such a perfect face should not belong to you!"

Mikiel is confused because of this

Is it his fault that he is handsome?

"Actually, you look great too!"

Mikel wanted to peacefully resolve a fight that might lead to mutual understanding, and these words did make Bob's face soften a little.

He is a person who cherishes his face very much.

He nodded mentally.

But the next words completely made Bob explode and he would not stop fighting.

"We can have a romantic date."

He also looked at Bob with affection and affection. Every time he did this, no woman could resist his charm, and I believe this time will be no exception.

"Miss's date haha ​​(^_^)" Bob raised his head with a kind expression, raised a basketball that came from nowhere, and stepped towards Mikiel, from slow to fast, and finally started running wildly.

"go to hell!"

………………

"Let's go."

Shijin rarely warned his opponent to leave, probably because Conrad seemed to be a well-behaved child and not dangerous, so he was merciful.

"Can you accompany me to play there?"

Conrad pointed to a collapsed ruin more than ten meters away. The walls there were sloping, filled with rubble, and looked a little cold.

"Okay."

After a moment of hesitation, Shijin nodded. He wanted to see what the other party was capable of.

"When I was little, I often played hide-and-seek with people. People couldn't see them and they all said I was lying to them. In fact, I wasn't lying to them." He told a short story while walking.

"You know what? This is what I saw." He walked to the ruins within two steps and pointed at the shadow of the wall.

"Darkness."

Shi Jin spit out two words.

"Yes, you are so smart!"

Conrad glanced at Shijin in surprise and praised him from the bottom of his heart.

"Actually, I'm very unsociable. Growing up, there was only one person willing to play with me. I'm talking about a real person, that guy." He turned back and pointed at Jacob, who was fighting fiercely with Vic.

"That old man is a bounty hunter. Even though he looks like that, he is really strong! We have also been to the Grand Line together and have seen many terrible people." He chuckled a few times when talking about Jacob, and said to Shijin Tell about his experience.

Sometimes he is as timid as a mouse, sometimes he is as childish as a child, and sometimes he is very talkative.

Like a psycho.

Shjin did not interrupt him during this process. Conrad was very happy that no one interrupted him. He was able to finish the sentence in one breath and was very satisfied.

"You didn't like to talk and so did I at first. Many people thought I was unsociable and ostracized me."

"Later, I dug out their hearts."

"I'm not trying to make you change but if you live in a group you'd better try to improve."

At this time, Conrad seemed like a senior again, reminding Shijin sincerely of the reason why he had fallen.

"They won't be like that." Shijin said a long paragraph, telling Conrad that Morgan and the others were not like his former partners, and he would not be like him.

"Really? You are very confident, which is great, but my heart can't hold anything more." Conrad was inexplicably pleased.

"Are you a swordsman?"

"I am an assassin."

He pulled out a dagger from his back.

"Let's make a bet with our lives. The loser will admit that what the other party said is the truth." He didn't know how to gamble at all, but he wanted to use his ideological discord to wage a life-betting battle.

"Okay."

Shi Jin drew his sword like a good gentleman.

"A person can live alone. There is no need for people to change themselves for others."