Chapter Seventy-Five: A Lot of Wasted Effort

Catrell sat in his position well, and there was no more helplessness in his eyes, only seriousness:

"Do you know how many Navy sorties there are?"

"Probably yes."

"Do you know how big your own power has become?"

"I know."

"Do you know how dangerous you are now?"

"I know."

In response to the last question, Sisolas replied with a smile.

Catrel's face was more ugly than ever.

Sisolas, on the other side, smiled happily:

"Hey, why are you so ugly? Isn't that something to be happy about? That bunch of idiots Navy wounded me for a few days at most, and as long as I'm alive, then my legion won't disintegrate. ”

Sisolas seemed to be a little excited, and his body trembled slightly.

"You know it's still like this!? Going to die? Pretending to be a ghost at this time?? You're not too young, don't be a problem boy for Lao Tzu!! ”

Catrell grabbed the other man by the collar and roared.

Catrell regained his composure:

"You still look like you're hopeless, is that what you want to show me?"

"Huh? I'm not showing you anything, that's who I am. ”

"Oh, I see, aren't you worried about me doing it to you directly?"

Catrell kept smiling, tilting his head to look at Sisolas.

Sisolas looked at her in the same way:

"Then you can try it?"

The next moment, Catrell just swung it, and the air around him began to move, turning into a blade that enveloped Sisolas.

After all, it's not a matter of reaction, but rather a matter of being alert to the air around you.

This kind of thing is not something you don't want if you don't want it, they are everywhere.

Sisolas' eyes were calm, and she just stared at Catrell with her black pupils.

Catrell waved his hand again, and the Wind Blade dispersed.

Cesolas smiled, she touched her neck, the wind blade just now could completely cut her neck, and even crush her at any time, although she was a natural Devil Fruit powerhouse, but she knew that Catrell could do it with an armed color.

"Aren't you going to do it? How did it stop? ”

Her words were somewhat provocative.

Catrell sighed, covering his eyes and seeming to be a little distressed now:

"I accepted the commission from the world government, if I don't do anything, it doesn't seem like it's okay, and you directly find someone to block me, are you trying to get me to retreat? Or do you not want to see me? ”

Sisolas glanced at Christian next to him, then replied:

"I just thought I could stop it, but I didn't ask you to deal with me, what do you do to me?"

Catrell's eyes narrowed, and then he relaxed and lay back:

"I'll take down all your men on this island, and when the navy comes, I won't care."

"You can't do that!"

"Why can't I, Miss Sisolas, our positions seem to be relative, right? You know I'm not going to do anything to you, but that doesn't mean I won't do anything to anyone other than you. I've been waiting for so many years, and it's not like I didn't think you could go in a slightly better direction. But yes, even the kids I raised can be like this, let alone you. ”

Catrell was a little lazy at the moment, and she continued:

"I've said that kid, I've given up, some things seem to be born and I can't change them, I'm at this age, and I've thought about a lot of things, so next, Sisolas, I'll ask you one last question, do you want those guys who have been put down alive or lie down forever?"

"I......... Can you make a choice? ”

"Yes."

"It's better to live."

"I see."

Catrell got up and came to Cisoras, put his hands on her face, touched his forehead, and whispered:

"It was my fault that I didn't take you away that time."

With that, Catrell didn't say anything more, but walked straight out the door.

Sisolas yelled:

"What's the use of you talking about this now! Do you think you can save it? Don't think too much of yourself! I don't need you to pity me for this! I don't need to! You're the same high-minded attitude again! I really hate it! ”

Watching Catrell walk away, without looking back, she lowered her head:

"Bastard, why don't you scold me back.........."

Soon, there was a lot of movement outside.

Christian asked:

"Is it really possible for her to take care of everyone?"

Sisolas didn't answer, just clenched his fists:

"Guess what? There's no way that guy can brag about it. ”

"What about us?"

"Withdraw first, this place has been cleared, and when the navy arrives, there will only be an empty shell, let the outgoing legions come back to me, at least next, she won't do it again."

Christian scratched his already messy hair slightly:

"I don't know what's going on between you, but I think as a partner, you should tell me something."

"She's the director of an orphanage, and she wanted to adopt me before, but I refused."

"That's it?"

"No, it's none of your business, let's go first."

Catrell was outside, and she just silently found a higher place to sit, and the Hormitz would do it, and that was enough.

Sisolas, a child, had a distorted idea of war because of the war when she was a child, that is, since she had to suffer from this, let others taste it, and she herself was really immersed in war.

Catrell looked at the bottom of the process, and it was also a leap of depth.

She wanted to sigh and quickly stopped, and then reminded herself:

"Can't sigh, can't sigh, it will affect the little guy, ah~, cheer up, although this child is older, when the time comes, you really have to be ruthless and beaten, just like Yves's child, hell."

Obviously, Catrell didn't realize the real truth, that is, she has been dragging on for decades, and Sisolas is not the little girl she used to be, and now she is obviously a bit of a bully, and Sisolas is now the queen of war, and she is still in the prime of life, and it is a little late to beat the child now, but it is not a big problem.

Catrell glanced around, and it was almost clean, but there were a few more powerful ones.

Catrell drew his sword, and then swept flat aces, which should be more or less done.

In this way, there is nothing else to say on the side of the World Government, after all, it took a lot of effort for Catrell to sweep this place.