Pingta,

On the deck full of stumps and broken arms, there was a fight... Or rather, the siege came to an end.

"Whew... Whew..."

The bald boatswain is certainly powerful, but when he was seriously injured by a wave of bombs in his face, he has already puffed up and exhausted again.

Puff,

In a flash of light, the boatswain, who was wounded all over, had another hole pierced in his lower back.

It's now—

With a fierce gleam in his eyes, the muscles of the wound suddenly clamped, and he stuck the sword in his body, and the bloodied boatswain swung his axe backwards at the same time, vowing to kill the despicable villain of the navigator.

Poof!!

Blood splattered, the blade cut through the flesh, and it was hit!

"It's dangerous,"

However, the giant axe struck only a dead sailor, and at the critical moment, the navigator Da Franz directly pulled one of the subordinates next to him down and used it as a 'shield' to block the attack of the boatswain, who was already in a seriously injured state.

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Taking advantage of this opportunity, the navigator drew his sword and retreated, continuing to swim and attack.

"Ahhhh

"Coward, waste, fight me like a man!!"

The furious boatswain swung the great axe in his hand, but it grew slower and heavier.

If the knife is still there, if there is no hard food explosion, if all the subordinates don't rush to the front of the captain's room...

It's a pity that there aren't so many ifs, and the boatswain is surrounded by constantly moving enemies, like hyenas hunting male lions. Buckshot and knives were constantly falling on him, all of which were repulsed with one blow, and they didn't fight him at all.

Boom!

The huge axe like a grinding disc in his hand fell heavily on the deck, and the blood under his feet accumulated into a small 'pool of water'. The boatswain's pupils dimmed, and the heart in his chest twitched again, before finally stopping beating.

"Dead?"

"I guess so..."

The bald boatswain is motionless, but the so-called 'tiger death is still there'. The tall figure stood on the deck with a giant axe, his eyes wide with rage, as if he would burst out and kill at any moment!

Belonging to the navigator, the remaining sailors breathed a sigh of relief while their hearts were palpitating.

It's finally over!

The next thing is to enjoy the win-

Bang, bang, bang!

After a series of gunshots, several sailors who had just climbed into their faces were shot out by buckshots.

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"What do you mean, Sir Clahorn?"

The navigator, dodging the bullets, looked up at the tall-hatted nobleman who had emerged from the ruined 'captain's quarters'.

"Plant dynamite rocks in the captain's quarters and treat your subordinates as outcasts. I hid in a sturdy secret room, and now I jumped out and killed us..."

The navigator sighed regretfully,

"Captain, what a chill you have made in the hearts of your brothers—"

"Stop acting,"

The aristocratic captain, who held a pestle and a cane in one hand and a flintlock pistol in the other, looked coldly at the navigator.

"You directed and acted all of this, right?"

On this ship, in addition to Boatswain Alec, there are also navigators who show great strength in front of them... And Captain Krahorn himself!

The bald boatswain's performance really doesn't look like it's black behind the scenes, and the captain himself didn't do it, so the only possibility is naturally that:

Navigator on the other side!

"Your uncle Old Hule, you also killed him?"

···

Facing the questioning of the aristocratic captain, standing on the deck strewn with corpses, Sven Navigator smiled slightly, and the smile made a word come to the mind of Rosie, who was secretly observing:

Dressed beasts!

"What's the matter?"

There were either corpses or wounded people who were about to turn into corpses.

In this case, Sven Navigator directly 'had a showdown' and 'stopped acting'.

"I am doing this for the sake of the future of the Frans family, I believe that my uncle Hule will understand, and Sir Clahhorn will be able to understand it, right?"

Phew-

Bow down and swoop!

As soon as the words fell, Sven Navigator rushed towards the noble captain at high speed with his bayonet sword in hand.

Just kill the captain, the ship, the cargo on board, and the smuggled explosives rock... Everything is his! As long as he sells these things, he has enough start-up capital to build a small town.

If you continue to develop with peace of mind, after more than ten years, Da Franz will surely become a new noble surname!

Bang, bang!

In the face of the navigator who also made a 'Z' evasion action to dodge the lead bullet in the high-speed charge, the noble captain suddenly threw away the empty flintlock pistol, and shook the cane with both hands and swung it at the opponent.

The cane 'bends' abruptly in the air is proof that it is too fast!

At the same time, a piercing air screamed. This cane waved out a bang, which showed that the strength of the noble captain was also good.

Qiang, Qiang, Qiang!!

The sword shuttles like light, the cane swings like a circle, and although the strength shown by the two is not as good as the absolute crushing of the bald boatswain, the attack and defense are by no means beyond the reach of ordinary sailors.

"Old ghost, I can't imagine that you still have the skills to do this!"

"Hmph-"

Both of them are fast fighting types, sword lights and battle shadows flying around their bodies, and their feet are moving, scratching a whistling track on the deck, but neither of them has the slightest scar on their bodies.

It looks like a dance between two gentlemen, but only they can appreciate the danger.

Puff,

Sven Navigator's face was happy, both of them belonged to the 'high-speed crispy' type. In the high-speed battle, his bayonet sword seized the opportunity to open his cane, and pierced the opponent's abdomen with a single sword.

It's over!

Faced with the wound of being impaled in the abdomen, the noble captain turned pale, but did not give up the battle, but turned his wrist and aimed the bottom end of his cane at the navigator in front of him.

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Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and the navigator who had pierced the captain with a sword fell backwards, blood rushing out of his shoulder.

The noble captain's cane is a special firearm!

"It's over,"

Although he was pierced in the abdomen and the other party was only shot in the shoulder, the noble captain's face was relieved, as if he had won the battle.

So when the navigator rushed again, the bayonet sword in his hand passed through his chest, the noble captain was so shocked that his pupils trembled!

"Why?"

The aristocratic captain couldn't believe that his 'hole cards' were useless?

"It's... Sea··· Hailou..."

"A bullet doped with Hailou stone powder, right?"

Sven Navigator smiled and grabbed the dying captain by the throat.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a Devil Fruit powerhouse!"

Click,

With a slight crack, the cylindrical top hat landed on the flesh-covered deck, along with the ambition of a noble knight to revive the family.

It is not difficult to kill people quietly, but it is not easy to 'shoot' quietly.

So when the first body was discovered, a guess popped into the minds of both the navigator and the captain:

Devil Fruit Ability!

In the eyes of the aristocratic captain, it was the navigator who had acquired some kind of Devil Fruit ability and was ready to take the ship and cargo for himself. It's a pity that he guessed a little wrong:

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As he turned quickly, the bayonet sword in his hand blocked a stabbing sailor's knife.

There was a spark splash between the two weapons, but it was weird that there was no crashing sound!

"I want to thank you for the opportunity, Dover."

The one who actually ate the Devil Fruit was this little boy with sunglasses.

"And then—"

Go to hell!

With a flash of the sword, he picked up the weapon in Dover's hand and flew it out.

While Dover's 'plan' has gone well so far, something seems to have gone wrong in the final step: taking out the Navigator and becoming a real 'Yellow Sparrow'.

If the 'praying mantis' is much stronger than the 'yellow finch', it is a question of who eats whom.

"Ferver, not necessarily."

Just as Dover's attack caught Sven's attention from the navigator, a figure silently flipped from the ship's side onto the deck, and quickly charged, the knife in his hand struck the navigator from behind.

Naturally, it's Rossi!