I Sent Videotape to Sengoku

Chapter 89 Polusalino, is it your turn as expected?

Joz wiped his eyes, and Bista turned his back. Bramank took a sip of the wine and said why the wine is so good today. The saliva flowed out of his eyes.

Marco looked at the family with a helpless smile.

“Father, how do you feel about your health now?,

Ace felt a little embarrassed, rubbed his face indiscriminately, and looked worriedly at the wound on his chest.

The gauze bandaged just now was soaked in blood again, which shows that Teach is merciless.

Whitebeard waved his hand, “No one knows my body better than me. Ace, you are a ghost now, how does it feel different from before?”

Bai Tuan knew that his father did not want to talk about his body.

Although they were worried, they didn’t force it, so they followed Dad’s gaze and looked at Ace.

Ace thought for a moment, and honestly said “August Two Seven”: “It doesn’t feel any different.

He didn’t feel the difference anyway.

“I heard that people can’t touch ghosts.” Joz was eager to try, reaching out to pat his shoulder.

Sure enough, the hand passed straight through.

He was surprised at first, hit his head with a fist, and went through again.

“Sure enough, it’s hard to see.

“Let me try too!

Only a sound of breaking through the air was heard.

Bista pierced the air with a sword, whistling straight into Ace’s brows.

Ding!

One finger from the center of the brow, the tip of the sword was firmly pinched by two fingers.

Ace tilted his head, and the quiet sword light illuminates his eyes.

Bista was surprised, and the others exclaimed in admiration.

“People can’t touch ghosts, but ghosts can touch people. With that said, how do you feel that you are stronger than before, Ace?”

“Ace, is your fruit power really gone?” Joz was curious.

Ace shook his head.

He tried, and Devil Fruit’s ability disappeared.

That he is indeed dead.

“Unbelievable…” Marco murmured.

He looked at Ace, except that he couldn’t touch and had no fruiting ability, he couldn’t see any difference from before.

The Moby Dick sailed slowly into the sea.

Whitebeard drank and watched the captains shuttle between the cabins, sorting out the damage from the battle.

suddenly.

His eyes fell on the empty bow, frowning.

“Where is the ghost here?”

At the bow deck.

The ghost who has been squatting and penetrating smoking has disappeared at some point.

Is it to stay with Luo Wen?

Marco thought for a while, “Speaking of which, when I entered Naval Headquarters, I saw the old man who smoked, as if he was going to a Marine in Naval Headquarters.”

The situation was critical at the time, and he just gave it a quick glance.

“Is it helping us?” Whitebeard brows deeper.

The ghost has been on the boat for many days and has been smoking, without hurting them, and has not said anything, how can he suddenly go to Marine?

He could not think of anything other than helping to stop it.

“No.” Marco shook his head. “He’s going to grab the cigarette from that Marine’s hand.”

Worthy of smoke

Whitebeard grunted, not paying attention.

It was a ghost that appeared suddenly, and since it didn’t hurt anyone, he didn’t have to care about it.

As for the alcoholic who appeared with it, they also disappeared without a trace, and seemed to have left together.

The golden crow fell under the sea, and the bright moon was high in the sky.

The dark and vast sea reflected the lighthouse and moonlight, and a huge shadow slowly approached, crushing a pool of clear waves.

Marine warship.

“Crunch.”

The sound of shoes rubbing against the floor came from behind.

A pair of army boots stopped behind Sengoku.

Marshal Marine, wearing a Marine coat, didn’t look back. “Are all withdrawn?”

Garp said, “The last one just went to the infirmary.

After he finished speaking, he walked to the seat next to Sengoku and sat down, stretched out his hand and ate the marshal’s senbei without hesitation.

It’s scented.

Sengoku’s forehead picked up the blue veins.

He turned around and looked at Garp, who was lying lazily in his seat holding Senbei and gnawing happily.

Garp was accustomed to his sight, and it didn’t affect his appetite in the slightest.

Sengoku stared at him for a long time, but he didn’t see what he meant to save himself.

Qingjin jumped and jumped.

“Save me some, you old fellow!!”

Garp changed directions and pointed his butt at him.

The atmosphere is gradually dangerous.

“You are all here”

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door.

Crane pushed the door in, and the Marine coat draped over her shoulders moved in the wind with her movements.

Sengoku’s face was solemn, and Garp swallowed the senbei and stood up solemnly.

meeting table.

Bright incandescent wine is on the round table.

Crane put his hands on his chin and heard Sengoku’s order.

“Count the number of people and count the losses.

“Yes!” Brannew left the meeting room.

Sengoku’s eyes were dark.

Marineford has fallen into a “ghost land” and is no longer suitable for living.

This means that Naval Headquarters will also move away.

“Leave aside the haunting, we won.” Crane’s calm voice sounded in the conference room.

The son of One Piece Roger was executed, and Marine’s goal had been achieved.

Whitebeard, known as the world’s strongest man, was seriously injured, which was an unexpected joy.

But the atmosphere in the meeting room was heavy.

Sengoku didn’t look up, staring at the round table in front of him.

Victory? If it is not haunted, it can barely be considered.

“But the haunting can’t be thrown away.”

“This time the execution failed, I can’t help but answer. After the incident is over, I will resign.”

The meeting room was silent.

Both Crane and Garp remained silent.

They understand that someone needs to take responsibility for this failure.

The moon is as cool as water.

4.5 There was a rush of footsteps outside the door again, and Brannew, who was in charge of the report, rushed in, looking panicked.

“Marshal, there is a ghost! Someone has followed the boat!”

Sengoku frowned when he saw him panicking.

He heard the word “ghost”, his face changed slightly, and a person appeared in his mind.

boom!

At this time, the door of the meeting room opened.

Porusalino opened the door and walked in, and found that everyone’s eyes were on him, and he couldn’t help but look down at him.

No problem wearing it!

Why stare at him as if there is a ghost on his face.

Terrible!

“Porsarino, is it your turn as expected? You–”

Marshal Sengoku got up and hesitated to look behind him, “Is there a ghost behind you?”