Pirate: The one who ate the rubber fruit became a double

The leader of the battle team, the bloody hedgehog Raku, is a superhuman thorn fruit user. His ability is to create various spikes. He is good at close combat. He attacks his opponents with spikes that suddenly grow out from all parts of his body. His method of killing enemies is extremely cruel. He is cold and bloodthirsty.

He claims to enjoy the feeling of spikes piercing into the opponent's flesh.

The closer Laku got to the bonfire, the stronger the strange feeling in his heart became. From his current position, he could already see a corner of Michelin's half-curled body.

All circumstances indicated that Michelin was just an injured coma, or a shipwrecked in a coma, but his long-standing sense of wandering on the edge of life and death made him very cautious this time.

At this moment, he was no longer willing to step forward. When he turned around and saw Captain Delal with the same expression, Laku understood and waved to summon a sailor.

"You take a few steps forward to get within range, and directly tie the opponent with the projectile net."

With a cruel smile on his face, the head of the water picked up the gun specially made for shooting nets in his arms, carefully stepped on the soft sand, and stared at the ground intently to prevent himself from stepping on any dead branches and causing a fright.

Carefully advancing 50 meters, he could already see half of Michelin's body.

Turn around and express in sign language.

A human boy with black hair, tall body, and fair exposed skin, he should be a valuable commodity.

Laku's two eyebrows almost knitted together, and the feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Captain Dral seemed to have moved back a little.

Nodding to the sailor, Laku made another warning gesture, and then his whole body muscles tensed waiting for the result.

No matter what kind of warning his current intuition provided him, he still had to do what he had to do, even if it was an iron plate, he had to kick it out into scraps and then pack it up and sell it.

This is what the slave hunting team is like, everything is for profit.

Michelin finally confirmed the identity of the other party after seeing the slave gun in his hand.

There is no point in camouflage, because the opponent has no intention of continuing to investigate. The main force is always 300 meters away, and the leading force is 100 meters away.

Feeling helpless, Michelin stood up directly. The sailor across the bonfire just raised the slave gun in his hand and was in a daze.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be about to speak, the sailor didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or other reasons, so he immediately pulled the trigger.

A black ball rotated and opened in the air, turning into a three-meter steel wire mesh and buckled it towards Michelin's head.

"I go."

Michelin didn't expect that the other party was so ungrateful, so he just used a big net to grab it, put his feet firmly on it, and disappeared directly on the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of the sneak attack sailor. He raised his leg and whipped the opponent directly in the face.

The other party didn't have time to react, but instinctively raised the slave gun in his hand, and the whip leg was already in front of him.

Guns shatter and people fly.

The sailor was kicked directly in the face, and his whole body flew towards Laku's location with wind pressure.Laku was well prepared and had already started moving when Michelin disappeared, so he could barely avoid it.

While he was avoiding it, he clearly saw that the facial bones of the flying sailor had been completely sunken, making him completely unrecognizable.

After rolling to the ground and looking behind him, all 11 people standing in line were hit by the flying sailor's body.

Wails filled the land for a while, and the first few people who had direct contact with the sailors died on the spot very simply.

In the end, only five or six of the 11 people were able to roll around on the beach and cry. The pain was so painful that it made people shudder.

Michelin was very surprised at the result of his kick. Except for the fierce-looking guy, no one could avoid it.

Delal in the distance already had the intention to retreat. This time they hit the iron plate.

The aura that the other party exuded at that moment simply frightened him more than when he faced Doflamingo.

"Attack me, why are you stunned? He is alone, go up and destroy him." Delal moved forward and ordered his men to attack.

But after these people rushed forward, they quickly retreated.

All of Laku's attention was on Michelin. From the kick just now, he could tell the gap between himself and the opponent, which made him who wanted to escape dare not move even half an inch.

He had a feeling that as long as he started to escape, he would end up like that sailor the next second.

No, you have to run away, otherwise you will still die.

Laku screamed crazily in his heart, but his body did not dare to move at all.

bang bang bang

Continuous gunshots rang out from behind him, and Laku felt wild.

Yes, that's it, attack him and attract his attention.

Laku felt dozens of bullets whizzing past his side, and one even hit the side of Laku's thigh.

However, Laku was not angry at all. If this were the case in the past, he would have used the cruelest moves to give this blind sailor a baptism of spikes.

But now, he wanted to hold the sailor and kiss him. The pain diverted Laku's attention, and he could no longer feel the great terror of dying at any time.

Without any hesitation, he ran the fastest speed in his life.

When Michelin was thinking about why the opponent was so weak, dozens of bullets interrupted his thoughts, and he turned his head to avoid the slow rain of bullets.

Try the domineering color!

Michelin steps forward with one foot and stretches forward with one hand, uniting body, mind and soul.

The invisible power stirred up a patch of sand like a strong wind passing by. The first thing it swept over was the fleeing Laku, then the slave-catching team that was further forward, and finally Captain Delal who was running towards the sea.

There was an unspeakable throbbing, and everyone's brains seemed to have been punched hard, and it was hit directly on the brain. For a few tenths of a second, only one Michelin was left standing on the beach.

There were two people kneeling and 50 people lying down.

The slave-catching team was almost completely wiped out.

Captain Delal covered his head with one hand and kept his other hand firmly on the ground. His face showed pain and resignation.

"It's really unlucky! I met such a person..."

Michelin walked up to Laku, who was already a little delirious, put one hand on his head, and asked gently.

"Are you the captain?"

Laku shook his head in a daze, and then his head fell.

After knowing that this guy was not the captain, Michelin easily pulled out his head. Ignoring the headless corpse lying on the beach like a small fountain, he looked at Delal in the distance.

Delal was calm at first, but now he looked at the ferocious young man opposite and trembled unconsciously. A chill surged from his tailbone and went straight to Tianling Gai.

Raw!

Struggling to stand up tremblingly, Delal felt that he would definitely donate it here today. This cruel guy did not expect to be left alive.

After all, if they were caught in the slave-catching business, they would basically die, a painful death. After all, this business was too hateful.

Michelin ducked in front of Delal with a low voice.

"Are you the captain?"