One Piece: The Soul Purchasing Pirate

Sasaki at this moment, his heart is so angry.

The last time Trensou pointed a gun at him, he was stopped by Clockdall intimidation, and he was terrified of everything, but he didn't dare to seek revenge from them. The big pirate Croquedal, the first half of the great shipping lane, met someone a little wider, and they all knew about this guy's horror. Naturally, he couldn't be more annoyed. It occurred to him that today, the other side actually came to his house.

“Do I really think the Conanse family is a mess? ”

Sasaki stood still, he didn't move, he was just a normal person, but he knew that he was of little use at this time.

But in the courtyard, guards everywhere had heard the screams of the doorway and quickly backed up.

One minute later, Sasaki saw a middle-aged man in a black woolen trench coat walking out of the hall.

“Lord Father is here. ”

Sasaki's face was loose, and his father was better than him. No one here in Alabasta knows his father's name.

He knew exactly what his father was doing, especially in his early years.

“Who are you people? ”

At this moment, Conanz, following a group of people dressed as rich and amazing, clustered around him like stars and moons, is even more remarkable.

He was an extraordinary man. The black trade he made earlier, the bloodstaining of murder, did not go from black to white until five or six years ago.

“I heard that this kid's house was not a good class before. In that case, there is no pressure to do this. ”

Clockdall's face had a smile on it.

Jason took a big step forward and shouted, “It's a great deal to get rid of a wreck of money and buy a life, isn't it? ”

Conanz stunned and thought it was ridiculous: “Did the robbery come to me? ”

He did nothing but reach into his robe and take out a famous cigarette and light it.

At the moment of the fine cigarette ignition, all over the yard suddenly a large group of men dressed in black, with weapons in their hands, stared hard at the three men.

With a cold face, Conanz whispered, “Looks like people will think I'm a bully if I don't stain my hands for a long time. ”

“Chop them up and feed them to the fish! ”

The fingers dusted the smoke, Conanz ordered.

By an order, the big men in the courtyard moved instantly.

These men were privately raised fighters by Conanz and often fought in their early years. They were the real blood-sighted, knife-moving fierce men who were no better than pirates at sea.

But it never occurred to him that the three men who came to his house at the moment were not ordinary guys either.

“Whoo!”

Blowing a cigarette, Clockdall had no emotions in his eyes.

“Who's coming? ”

“Ha ha, of course it's me! ”

Jason laughed and jumped, his crusty body trampled directly to the ground, falling into the middle of the batters, and he waved.

A lot of power, letting a dozen people fly out. Followed closely, he laughed big step forward, each step falling, more than a dozen people took off, when heavy weight landed on the ground, had already lost fighting power.

In this scene, everyone behind Conanz was surprised.

“This guy is amazing! ”

“Who are these people? ”

Conanz also flashed his eyes at this time and asked the exit.

Someone quickly went up behind him and lowered his voice: “The guy standing at the door is Croquedal, a big pirate with a prize of 45 million. ”

“Clockdall. ”

Conanz couldn't help but look at the latter.

Clockdall noticed each other, his mouth bent, revealed a slight smile, and made Conanz tremble.

He is well aware that the price of pirates is proportional to their strength and testifies to the threat they pose to world Governments. And he fought a lot in his early years, but not necessarily against this guy.

Especially when Conanz took another look at Jason's place, his eyes peeled again.

In less than a minute's time, he actually had more than sixty of these batters down.

“This man, too, is a terrible strong man! ”

Smoked hard and Conanz forced himself to calm down.

“Shoot him with a gun! ”

In the courtyard, the batters saw Jason invincible as a demon between them, finally scared, and someone shouted.

Immediately, someone pulled out a rifle on his back or another pistol between his waists and pointed it at Jason.

But just as they raised their hands and their index fingers were pulled on the trigger, a series of dull gunshots suddenly rang.

“Boom, boom, boom! ”

The next moment, these men who took out their guns screamed and collapsed into a lot of blood on their right shoulder and fell to the ground.

“The boy! ”

Conanz, who clearly saw what was going on in the scene, stared at Trensou and looked down.

The difficulty of hitting these people simultaneously in less than two seconds, with a gun running in a row, can be seen.

“He lost more than a dozen fighters with only two bullets, and the bullets attacked those people's shoulders with precision! ”

Behind Conanz, someone whispered.

Such a thing is almost impossible to find unless his bullet turns!

Take the gun back, Trensou looks calm, takes a few steps forward and stands in front of Croquedal.

“Whoo!”

After a glimpse of the Jason War, Clockdall breathed a cigarette and frowned slightly.

“It's too slow, we have to fight fast, otherwise it's going to be a bit of trouble to alarm the guards around here. ”

Of course, it's just trouble.

“Then do it! ”

Trensault nodded, the rifle lifted, and pulled the trigger.

“Boom!”

A dull gunshot sounded and a batter snorted and fell to the ground.

Clockdall's black robe floated in the room, walking forward, lifting his right hand and holding it falsely in front of him.

As he moved, the vivid crocodile on his shoulder swept away in the wind as the gravel swung forward.

In the blink of an eye, these grains of sand form a long rope-like thing that reaches the batters' eyes.

“Sandbox! ”

The low voice rang out and Croquedal grabbed his right hand.

“Cut! ”

“Ahhh! ”

The sound of bone fracture and pain sounded simultaneously, dividing into dozens of sandlines, instantly tying a large number of batters and dragging them directly three metres from the ground.

“Whoo!”

Slowly spit out a cigarette and Croquedal's voice rang again.

“Dry crack! ”

A strange force stretches through the sand rope, turning a blind eye to the bound batter and spreading.

“Knock, knock! ”

In the blink of an eye, the body moisture of a large number of batters quickly passed away, turning into a dry corpse, the expression solidified and transformed into a mummy of honor.

Conanz, who saw this scene, and the people behind it, looked very different and terrified.