The steaming Flesh Pirates, after blocking the rockets, gave Frankie a mocking smile.

He then didn't give Frankie another chance to reload the bazooka, and threw the heavy steel plate in his hand at Frankie.

Frankie is also just over two meters tall.

Seeing the blackened steel plate smashing at him, all he could do was dodge.

It's just that as soon as he pounced on the steel plate, a big thick hand grabbed his arm.

"Hot, hot, hot!"

Frankie, who was caught, was smoked by the steam from the muscular suit of the muscular pirate at close range, only to realize that the steam had such a high temperature.

It's just that the pirate who was fumigated by the steam, as if he didn't feel pain, grinned at the struggling Frankie:

"Men, you have to be yourself."

Then the big pincer-like hand of the Muscle Pirate grabbed Frankie's other arm, and with a sinister smile, he lifted Frankie high above his head and slammed him down to the solid ground.

Boom!

Frankie, who had a close contact with the ground, felt like his whole body was falling apart.

How can this damn pirate have such great power!

Frankie, who has been building ships for many years and mingling in the backstreets of the City of Seven Waters, never thought that his power would be lost to anyone other than Mr. Tom.

But in the fight with the muscular pirates, he realized that he was too weak!

"Ahem!" Frankie struggled to get back to his feet.

No matter what, as a man, he won't give up, after all, he only rushed out after promising to kill these bastard pirates!

Wouldn't it be too humiliating to be defeated by a little minion here?

However, the pirate, whose body was gradually diminishing as the steam emitted from the muscular suit, looked at Frankie, who had not passed out, with an approving but cruel smile.

He bent down and tried to pull Frankie by the leg to lift him up again and give him the final blow.

Anyway, the deputy captain only said that he could bring the person back alive, so as long as he didn't kill him, he would be stunned and disabled.

But before he could stretch out his hand, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a strange shape of a black shadow rushing towards him.

"Ahh What is it! ”

The Flesh Pirate had behaved like a man before, but when he suddenly saw the black shadow with an unknown body, he let out a scream that was completely different from his previous rough voice.

And the whole person is like a frightened rabbit, timidly shrinking his body.

In the midst of his frightened movements, the black shadow pounced on him fiercely, and led him directly to the ground with a croaking sound.

"Damn frogs!"

As he fell to the ground, the black thief finally saw the thing that jumped him.

It was a big frog wearing a sumo suit and a sumo bun.

The muscular pirate who was crushed to the ground waved his hand and slapped the sumo frog fan out with a single slap as the frog rode on top of him and slapped him indiscriminately.

The power of the two is not on the same order of magnitude at all!

But before he could get up, the cold bazooka suddenly pressed against his raised forehead.

Frankie, whose face was covered with blood, warned in a hoarse voice: "Don't move! Otherwise, I'll bomb you! ”

The Flesh Pirate was stunned for a moment, but then he laughed out loud as he looked at Frankie's expression: "Come on! You fire! ”

The muscular pirate didn't listen to Frankie's words at all, and tried to stand up with one arm.

Frankie's face showed hesitation, but it was only a fleeting moment, and then he raised his bazooka and slammed it down on the muscular pirate who wanted to get up.

It's true that he can't shoot and kill, but that doesn't mean he can't deal with the pirates who are already under his bazooka.

However, a drop of the bazooka only stunned the muscular pirates, and they did not faint.

So Frankie kindly lifted the bazooka again, bleeding on the forehead of the muscular pirate, blinking his eyes as if asking why he didn't play according to the routine, and smashed the bazooka on the head of the muscular pirate with more force.

Boom!

With this muffled sound, the muscular pirate was completely unconscious.

Frankie, who was panting and holding on, also sat on the ground with a weak leg and a butt after smashing this blow.

He looked up at Yokooka, who had already risen from the pile of waste, and saw that it was not injured, before turning his gaze in the direction of the other two Flesh Pirates and Jeffrey.

He already knows how difficult it is to deal with the muscular pirates.

Although he is not in good shape at the moment, he is ready to fight hard.

It's just that when his gaze fell in the direction of Jeffrey's three people, his eyes widened in surprise.

The mirror-mounted paper figure created by Milu was able to defeat the Flesh Pirates, but how did that girl be able to suppress Jeffrey, who was stronger than the Flesh Pirates?

……

Frankie's unexpected rush out was somewhat beyond Jeffrey's expectations.

When Frankie appeared to launch missiles at the Muscle Bol, he knew from Frankie's shouts that the battleships to be grabbed were made by Frankie.

So when Paul gave him a look, he was ready to capture Frankie.

Now that Frankie jumped out on his own, Jeffrey didn't have a reason not to catch it.

It's just that in his opinion, he doesn't need to make a move to deal with Frankie at all, and it is enough to send a random sinew pirate.

And that's exactly what he did.

While sending his men to capture Franky, he also rushed to the three Orlans.

As for the mirror-mounted paper figures created by Milu before he made his move, he handed them over to the other two sinew pirates to deal with.

Anyway, in the previous battles, they have already figured out the strength of those mirror-mounted paper figures, even if these two mirror-mounted paper figures are much smaller than before, they are also a lot more refined.

But Jeffrey didn't think his muscular pirate henchmen would be planted on these weak things.

And he himself has always been obsessed with the drawings in Oulan's hands.

Even in his opinion, the value of the drawings in Oulan's hands was completely higher than that of Francie.

It was only when he rushed out not far that he saw that the boots under Oulan's feet had gradually turned red in the steam spray.

This image Jeffrey is well aware!

Just like the crimson steam knife in his hand, it was a sign that the steam suit had reached a critical level.

But Oulan was obviously not attacked, how did the steam battle suit enter a critical state? Jeffrey hadn't figured out the answer in his head yet.

In his gaze, Oran had already opened the small bag she had been carrying around her waist and pulled out two beautifully shaped daggers from the small bag.

Sure enough, she hid more!

Jeffrey made the right judgment as he watched the dagger in Oran's hand converge in front of her, and the steam also came out and reddened.

And with this judgment, the steam long sword in his hand slashed at Oulan far away, and a crimson flying slash flew out.

The biggest difference between Jeffrey and Paul is that Jeffrey is a swordsman who can exert great strength without relying on a muscular suit.