"Roar~"

"Boom ......"

With a loud bang, Crockdahl controlled all his sand with all his might, like a collapsing wall, and slapped straight to the surface of the sea, slapping the warships that stood in the way into the sea. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Today is destined to be the carnival of the Grim Reaper, and it is destined to be the day when Croc Dahl became famous......

Looking at Crockdahl, who could almost be regarded as arrogant in the distance, the owl clenched his fists tightly, and his dry joints turned white.

"Hmph, underestimate him. Gritting his teeth, looking at his fleet, which was nearly half destroyed by the other party in such an ambush, the owl couldn't help but feel pain. After all, she was the official who guarded the regional fortresses, and these troops were her descendants.

"Oops, oops~ Heavy casualties, misestimating the strength of the opponent is really ...... Tut-tut, close the team, it would be too tragic if you continued, these are lovely young people, and it's not time for them to die. Next to the owl, Moreau's face was also a little gloomy, and he was also quite guilty of misestimating Crockdahl's strength.

Although if he continued to fight, the victory would inevitably belong to them, but the price paid would be too great for him to accept. As he said, his subordinates were treated by him as juniors.

"Hmph!" the owl glanced at Moreau coldly, and then a few words popped out from between her teeth, "Order, take it!" Her order was extremely heavy, word by word.

"Yes!" the adjutant hurriedly saluted, and his tense body relaxed.

Green smoke filled the sky, and the navies who were following them stopped to watch Crockdahl's ship sail away.

"Count the casualties, and the bereavement benefits. Also, contact me at the G8 Fortress ......" as he spoke, Moreau touched his chin and pondered...... G8?

Hmph, I didn't leave you behind, but we forced you so much, the record pointer of your channel will only point you in the direction of the G8 fortress, and I'll be waiting for you over there, Crockdahl!

While Crockdahl was being ambushed by a naval fleet, at the center of the world, guarding the headquarters of the Holy Land of Maryjoy, a special meeting was also taking place at the same time.

No one other than the parties knew the content of the meeting, or the final outcome of the meeting. It was only shortly after the meeting that Vice Admiral of the Giants, who was the senior messenger of the Navy, loudly spread a message to the world that the Navy could touch......

"Krokdal, a sea thief who used to be the 'Seven Martial Seas', is now deprived of the title of 'Seven Martial Seas' and withdrawn his right to free plunder on suspicion of killing naval officers, setting off a rebellion, colluding with the revolutionary army, and repeatedly provoking the Navy Headquarters and the World Government.

"Life or death, 'Sand Crocodile' Crockdahl, the bounty is ......"

"300 million Bailey!"

……

"Oh roar~ is actually wanted, and it is rare for the people of the navy to act vigorously once! However, is it only 300 million? It is underestimated......" Crockdahl tore up the newspaper in his hand in amusement, and let the confetti fly with the sea breeze.

It's a bit of a miscalculation, I originally thought that he would be targeted by the navy, but I didn't expect that the people in the navy would really dare to sweep the face of the world government and deprive him of the position of the Seven Martial Seas. But in this way, the eyes of the navy are focused on themselves, and the ideal country will be able to be much more stable, right?

After all, everything there is a decision made by the "people", and today's leaders are also elected by the "people".

"It seems that among all the pirates, those who reach the bounty of 300 million are designated as potential new stars, but compared to the pirate novas, 300 million is too sorry for their worth, right? What do you say, Mr. Seagull~" With a smile, Crockdahl glanced at the newspaper delivery bird that was just about to collect the money, causing the poor bird to shudder and lose a few hairs.

"Quack~" I don't know why it made a sound similar to a crow, and between the flapping of its wings, it rushed into the sky.

"Hahahaha!" Crockdahl couldn't help but laugh heartily when he was in a rare good mood these days.

"Hey, Master Crockdahl, why are you smiling so happily?" said Shanti, holding a tray with a cup of juice with an enticing aroma. But why does the juice have a aroma? Who knows~ Anyway, this juice is very refreshing, except for a little sour.

"Boss, is it because the Navy's bounty is too low? You're not one who cares, are you?" Daz Boness, also holding an up-to-date newspaper with a few bounty orders in his hand.

"Yes, ah. Crockdahl snorted, took the juice and took a sip, and after being shivered by the acid, he exhaled with a slight frown, "If it weren't for the lack of vitamins in the voyage, the ghost would drink such a sour thing...... Hey, what are you talking about? By the way, Shandy will bring me a glass of ale!"

"Oh, good!" said Santi, giving Crockdahl a wink, then taking only a few sips of the juice and drifting away. Before leaving, he glanced at Daz dissatisfied.

"Hey~ Such a beautiful lady is dangling in front of you, you don't have any reaction?" Crockdahl suddenly asked curiously, and glanced at Daz's lower body as he asked, his eyes were very strange.

However, to his surprise, Daz Bonis can be described as calm, without any reaction at all, still saying in his calm and unwavering tone: "I only have martial arts in my eyes." ”

"Hey, it's boring...... Crockdahl shook his head, "you're the most boring in this group, and it's a stuffy can." ”

“……”

"Well, what did you just say?"

"......" Daz glanced at Crockdahl helplessly, is this still the same boss as before......? Like a child?!And it seems to be very enjoyable......

But helplessly, although helpless, he still repeated his previous words.

"Hehe, this......" Crockdahl chuckled indifferently, leaning back on the chaise longue, his eyes flashing, "After all, I'm also a pirate, and the amount of the bounty is the honor of being a pirate!"

"Especially as an exchange for the title of 'Seven Martial Seas', 300 million......?

"By the way, it's up to me, what about you?" After speaking, Crockdahl took out a cigar and wiped it lightly on his body, the heat generated by the friction of the sand instantly reached an extremely high temperature, and he lit the cigar, and he immediately smoked it very comfortably.

"Yes. Daz Bonis nodded, and took out the bounty order in his hand, "My bounty is 130 million. ”

"Well, and then?" Crockdahl urged, after hearing Daz Bonis speak.

"Report to the boss, it's gone. Daz Bonis's poker face didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

"I didn't ...... Gone?" Crockdahl was stunned for a moment, then laughed. At first, it was a muffled laughter, but gradually it turned into a hearty laugh, and then the laughter seemed to be a little forgetful.

"These Navy guys...... Haha, I'm laughing to death!Do you have such a low opinion of my pirate group, hahaha......" Laughing, Crockdahl's face suddenly lowered, "Hehehehe...... In that case, let's show you what a crocodile pond is, my men are not just young crocodiles, hehe......"

The bounty order seemed to be just an episode, causing a bit of volatility when it first arrived, but it was quickly blown away in the sea breeze and left little impact. On the ship, what should be busy is still busy, what should be leisurely is still leisurely, but with the sea breeze blowing, the waves are swaying, and that kind of sunny weather no longer exists.

"Hey, the weather on this great voyage is really changeable......" Seeing that the sky was clear just now and the sea breeze was slightly drunk, but in the blink of an eye, it became the appearance of dark clouds and undulating waves, Crockdahl couldn't help but sigh. Looking at the waves constantly lapping against the side of the ship, although the cabin was stuffy, I had to go back.

Outside the ship, it was indeed covered with dark clouds, as if the entire sky had been pressed down, and the distance from the sea was constantly shortening. And behind the dark clouds, the lightning that shuttled through also stared horizontally, constantly tearing the sky. Echoing, the sea is undulating, and it is surging wave after wave, as if a tsunami is coming.

"Boom—"

A huge thunderclap resounded through the sky, echoing on the surface of the sea, and the thunder and lightning flashed so that all around instantly became bright, like day. Or rather, more dazzling than daytime.

"Hey, my crow's mouth, the weather isn't bad!" Crockdahl stood at the hatch of the ship, watching the electric snake dance wildly in the sky, and his heart was vaguely moved, as if he remembered something, but he couldn't figure out the context.

Unable to figure it out, Krokdal stopped thinking about it, looked at the pirates who were busy like ants on the deck, couldn't help but smile, and turned around and entered the cabin.

"Switch to the latent mode, don't be knocked over by the waves, it's not fun, hehe......"

With Crockdahl's order, there was another rush on the deck. Although it looked like lightning and thunder, the heavy rain never fell. However, looking at the increasingly oppressive space, the pirates still increased their strength and accelerated the movements in their hands.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Do your best for me!" As the "Overseer", Bora is still dressed in a sexy outfit, her blue hair is tied back of her head, forming a very spiritual ponytail, which flutters in the wind. The short coat and leather hot pants on the body also highlight the figure, and there is a touch of wildness. Especially in the sea breeze that is blowing more and more, it is very heroic.

"Hulala......" A thunderclap rolled over, and the sea breeze became more and more violent.