One Piece: Tyrant Bear

Next to them was a group of laughing pirates. They had just finished enjoying their happiness, drinking rum and talking about each other's glorious deeds.

"Back then, I killed my uncle's family with my own hands, and when I walked out of the village, no one dared to stop me a step. You know, at that time, I will never forget the eyes of our village chief."

"What's this, isn't it just killing a few people. Back then, I destroyed half a village and slaughtered dozens of people. In the end, the so-called navy didn't dare to chase after me."

"I didn't expect you to do this kind of thing. I thought I was the only one."

"Haha, cheers."

"Come on, cheers."

Slaughter, slaughter, in their eyes, is nothing but a passing glance. The slaughter of the past is the oral conversation of the present. It is a pleasure to talk about it and it will pass.

Clink glasses, drink, gulp down, one glass is dry, then there is a second glass, a third glass.

Little did they know that the danger was coming, a demon was slowly crawling out of hell, and a figure appeared above the roof in the distance. He was wearing a very cute panda clothes, with a panda hat on his head, and the spots were gradually.

He put on a pile of leather shoes under his feet, which were disproportionate to his body, very large and very long.

He squatted down, sat on the roof, stared at the group of pirates in front of him, the flying pirate flags, and the symbols on their bodies were vaguely revealed, which were the imprints from the depths of the soul.

It's them!

Finally found them!

Bartholomew Bear, our bear sits on it with a smile.

He raised his hand, fiddled with his hat, his eyes were empty, his smile slowly disappeared, hidden deep in his heart, and the cold killing intent spread with the wind.

"Huh? Murderous."

The pirates who were drinking felt a dangerous breath, their nerves suddenly lifted, and they stared around to check, but found no trace of anyone.

call out!

The sound of breaking the air rang in his ears, and the pirates who responded quickly wanted to make a sound, but found that his body fell down, cutting off his breath.

One died, silently, followed by a second, and then a third.

The murderer is like a ghost, wandering among the many pirates, one point, one touch, dead dead, flying away.

After one round of slaughter, there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground.

The bear clapped his palms and calmly looked at the dozen or so pirates left in front of him, watching their fear, panic, fear, despair, and trembling.

"You... who are you?"

The courageous pirate, trembling, asked the fear in his heart.

"Kill your people."

As soon as the words fell, the murderous intentions started together, leaving only an afterimage, the pirate, turned his head stiffly, he saw it, saw despair.

"No!"

Amidst the screams, his body burst apart, turning into powder like a bomb.

There were no bones left, flesh and blood scattered all over the place, and the surrounding pirates were splattered with blood, and even the bears were covered. He hated wiping his body and looked at the other pirates.

"It's your turn."

The words that came out slowly, the rhythm was three beats slower than ordinary people, the pirates did not dare to laugh at them, they stepped back again and again, and fear dominated their hearts.

"I...we are the Jackal Pirates, you...you..."

The Jackal Pirates are also well-known in this area of ​​the sea. Today, they were approached by a kid and slaughtered more than a dozen people, but they had no resistance.

This person's movements are fast, and he can't catch the slightest shadow, let alone attack, and he doesn't even know how he died.

"I'm telling you, our captain will come soon, when that time comes, you...you won't die."

When the pirate talked about the captain, the fear in his heart dissipated a little, and he was full of confidence. Seeing that the bear did not move, he thought he was frightened, and he continued to threaten: "Little devil, I advise you to leave in the end, otherwise, you will regret it. ."

The bear raised his head and glanced at him lightly. The pirate couldn't move, as if he was frozen.

Then, he smelled the smell of death.

"Do not……."

Shouting his throat, he couldn't stop the coming of death. The bear's palm had come down, facing his body, from top to bottom, smashed into powder, and scattered with the wind.

The ground is full of minced meat, and there is no intact piece to be seen.

"Gollum."

"vomit."

"vomit."

The throat rolled, and the pirates saw a lot of killing. Seeing it at this moment, they couldn't help but turn the river into the sea.

One by one turned pale, turned around and vomited.

The bear frowned, treating animals without mercy, killing them is as simple as killing an animal.

He had already passed the first step of killing. Now that he thinks about it, he didn't feel any discomfort or disgust when he killed him, as if everything happened naturally.

Naturally, go with the flow.