Walking like a fly, the wind mixed with the smell of gunpowder in front of him blew on his face and was hot, and it brought a trace of pain like a knife blade. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Life and death!

For Delkule, every second now feels like dancing on the tip of a knife.

"Damn, I know that I shouldn't be soft-hearted...... This mission is a big loss......"

Touching the stack of old papers in his arms, Delkuler only felt the corners of his mouth twitch. The panic and uneasiness that had not appeared for a long time made him experience it again.

He didn't know why the blood and impulsiveness had taken over his brain, so that himself, who had always prided himself on being calm and resolute, and watched everything as fun, actually complied with Franky's request.

When he took the iceberg commission, he could still say that he was looking for CP9 to take revenge, but on Frankie's side, he didn't have any reason to use it as an excuse.

"Whew...... Whoosh...... Whoop......"

Running at full speed, Delkuler gasped like a bellows, his lungs tormented by the extremely compressed air. But at the cost of this pain, his speed reached its limit.

Without Frankie as a burden, he was at full speed. Maybe Rob Lucci bursts out faster than him when he shaves, but if two people race, Rob Lucci will only have to eat ashes.

Speed is the capital that Del Culler relies on to survive.

Although he hails from the New World, Delkuler is not a pirate, he is just a bounty hunter. A person who earns a bounty by completing a commission, or hunting a wanted hunt.

No matter how powerful the bounty hunter is, he can't get into the sight of those high-end force people. After all, the theme of this world is the confrontation between the navy and the pirates.

Ambitious people have become navy or pirates, and the more powerful ones such as Zefa or Dragon have to pull up their own teams and go it alone. Being a bounty hunter in such a world has a limit no matter how powerful it is.

This was the case with Delculler, who, despite his famous bounty hunter, was only slightly superior to Rob Lucci in terms of combat effectiveness, and at best equal to a rear admiral.

His strength is in speed, not in combat.

He is very self-aware, and this is also the capital that he has been able to get away with until now.

And now, at his speed, the pier of Justice Island is already in sight......

"I wonder how that guy is doing now...... "The destination was so close that Delculler's tense mind couldn't help but relax a little. Then he couldn't help but think of the ** that made him very angry.

When he thought of Frankie's resolute expression, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's hard to live like that, right?"

Just after being distracted, Delkuller's heart beat violently, and the feeling of panic made him subconsciously jump backwards. The sudden change of direction under the high-speed movement, still the opposite of the direction of the advance, suddenly made his legs make an overwhelmed sound, and his knees tingled even more.

Before he could stand on his feet, he was frightened, and a scorching breath passed in front of his face. The strange smell of iron and gunpowder filled his nostrils, and his cheeks ached like fire.

"Bang!"

It was only then that belated gunshots rang out.

Both to relieve the pressure on his knees and to distance himself from his attackers, Delkule leaped back again, and after a few flips, he landed on his knees.

In the direction of the dock, a lazy figure slowly paced out, the huge ** smoke in his hand had not yet dissipated, obviously the shot just now was his masterpiece.

"Oh, you dodged it?!" the visitor was a little surprised, but then it turned into a chuckle.

Delkule held the ground with one hand, his breath slightly heavy. The long hair tied in a ponytail was a little messy, and the expression on his face was gloomy, and dripping sweat covered his forehead.

Looking at the iconic military uniform of the visitor, Delkule's face turned pale, and his words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth: "It's too bad, it's actually a vice admiral......"

……

In front of the main gate of Justice Island, Crockdahl, who had pulled up a large force, was also intercepted by the navy.

Looking at the neatly lined up naval soldiers, even Crockdahl felt a tingling in his scalp, and couldn't help but stop, his face became solemn.

Frowning, he glanced at the pass ahead, where the gate had already been toppled by the Water City coalition forces, and the subsequent shelling had widened the gap a lot. However, at this time, the navy has blocked this place tightly, and if you can't defeat the enemy in front of you, you don't want to jump over here unless you dig another hole.

Behind Crockdahl are Luffy and the others, who are exhausted after a battle. They obviously also had some understanding of the current situation, and the atmosphere of the march, which was still a little joyful, suddenly became as heavy and terrifying as the cold winter of the lunar month.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee...... Who am I, it's you, Crockdahl!" Strange laughter a few times, a figure taller than Crockdahl in the naval formation took a few steps forward, it was the vice admiral who led the team of the Demon Slayer Order this time, Red Blood. In his hand, he was carrying a raged Frankie.

Yes, it was tattered, and Frankie at this time was really like a toy that had been broken, except for the head that was still intact, there was no good place on the whole body, and the chest was completely planed, revealing the mechanical components that were bubbling with electric sparks, and among the mechanical components, there was a bare heart, still thumping.

Even when Crockdahl saw the tragic situation of Frankie before, and saw his current appearance, his temples couldn't help but beat slightly. Again, if it weren't for Frankie's transformation of the human physique, he would have died a long time ago.

"Frankie!!!" exclaimed from behind Crockdahl.

He saw Frankie's appearance, and Luffy naturally saw it too. Although he didn't have much friendship, since he learned about Frankie's experiences, Luffy had a little more concern about this person who didn't know each other. Besides, being tossed into this ghostly appearance, even if it wasn't someone he knew, Luffy probably wouldn't be able to live with it, right?

"Second gear! Rubber Rubber - Jet Gun!"

The fists that came out with the steam were far faster and more fierce than the bullets. However, how could such an attack be able to deal with the vice admiral, even if it was in second gear.

"Hee-ha-ha, impulsive little ghost!" Red Blood let Luffy's punch hit the door in the face, and he didn't even shake for half a minute except for a crashing sound. Luffy's punch with all his strength seemed like a breeze to him.

Instead of getting angry, Red Blood opened his mouth and laughed, the hideous scars on his face wriggling like disgusting bugs: "Straw hat boy, is this your fist? It's really soft!

While laughing, Red Blood casually threw Frankie's body aside, no need for him to command, someone would deal with it, after all, for Frankie's powerful transformation technology, the Navy is also coveted, and if you bring it back, it can also be used as a reference for the Navy's technical department.

"Damn, don't underestimate people!" Luffy roared unwillingly, whether it was in Alabastan before, or now in the capital of seven waters, everything he had experienced made him feel his powerlessness deeply.

However, Luffy's roar won the deeper contempt of Red Blood: "Underestimate? ignorant little ghost, your strength doesn't even qualify me to underestimate it." As he spoke, Red Blood raised his right hand and threw a straight punch.

"Look at the boy! This is a man's fist!"

The fist was swung like a phantom, and it flashed away. Then the air that was rapidly oppressed turned into an air bomb visible to the naked eye, and when Crockdahl couldn't stop it, it hit Luffy in the face.

position, just like the punch he punched with red blood.

It's the same punch, but the effect is very different. Luffy's fist was like an itch, and the bloody punch knocked Luffy out of the air. A rubber physique that can effectively resist blunt blows, but this time it has not been able to produce any effect, and Luffy, who has landed, has already rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Domineering ......" Crockdahl frowned and snorted lightly, "It's too much to bully the small with domineering, isn't it?"

"Hee-haha-ha, that's a sarcasm coming out of your mouth, Crokdal!" Crimson sneered, his tone cold, "In my eyes there are only pirates!, and you'll be next!"

Crockdahl pouted: "Cut...... It's a lot of talk, so if you can, give it a try!"

"Don't talk nonsense! No one here today will be able to leave here alive!"

"Really, can't leave alive, huh...... I see, I'll bury you here at your request. Krokdahl pointed at Lieutenant General Crimson, hooked his fingers, and said, "Let the horses come!"

"Heehahaha

"An arm, it's enough to clean up your words!" Crockdahl rushed two steps forward, and the Desert Treasure Knife met him-for-tat, "I'm going to let you understand today what a gap is!"

"Boom!", the air blade collided with the sand knife, and the burst shock wave rolled up a gust of wind.

After the gale, the lower half of Krokdal's body turned into yellow sand, and he rushed into the air with an astonishing momentum, and threw himself towards the red blood. On his right hand, a streak of yellow sand swirled wildly around his wrist. And around the area that had been destroyed by the shelling, countless pieces of yellow sand and gravel were surging one after another, converging towards him.

"Hee-haha-ha-ha! That's how it is happy!This is the power that a man should have!" he also roared, and the light that shot out of his bloody eyes was almost like substance, and it was full of madness and excitement.

A three-meter-long Daguan knife, I don't know when it arrived in his hand, wrapped in crimson light, slashed towards Crockdahl!