Pirates: God Class Vice Captain

  Looking at the historical text stele in front of him, Roger frowned, thoughtful.

Behind him, the navy has already been lying on the ground. In front of Roger, a pirate with a reward of tens of millions, these big soldiers have no other purpose except to deliver food. Seeing that Roger is just squatting quietly in front of the historical text , and had no intention of doing anything, and many navies shed tears of remorse—if they had known that this pirate would not steal things, they might as well have fallen down and played dead from the very beginning.

  The more he looked at the stele, the more mysterious Roger felt, as if something was being revived in his body!

   At this moment, Roger slowly turned his head and looked into the depths of the dark forest behind him.

  In the shadows, figures slowly walked out one by one.

Walking in the front was a grinning man with a bunch of bells hanging on his body. Next to him, there was a shirtless and strong man. Behind the two of them, followed by an unknown number of people, all of whom were carrying sailor knives. Like evil spirits in the night, they bared their fangs at Roger.

  The marines who had just been defeated by Roger showed surprised expressions.

   "This is... the leader of the Gude Pirates, the Blood Bell Man!"

   "Why is he here?! Isn't the Goode Pirates already wiped out?!"

   "He, behind him, is the leader of the Night Shadow Pirates, Trump!"

   "They actually acted together?!"

   "Who is going to report to the headquarters!"

  Listening to the exclamation of the surrounding navy, Roger stretched out his hand and pressed the straw hat on his head. He didn't say anything, but waited for the other party to speak.

  While everyone was watching, the Bell Man smiled and said, "It seems...someone came before us, boy, who are you? Commodore Sengoku?"

  Roger put down his hand and tilted his head: "I'm Roger, Gol D. Roger, Sengoku is not here."

"Huh...?" Xueling frowned. I had never heard of the name Roger. I don't know where the little pirate came from. Strength to provoke the navy.

"Forget it. If you're not there, look for it. Anyway, you can't get out of this island." Trumpe next to the Blood Bell Man said in a low voice. He is actually not very keen on going to sea this time. In his opinion, Goodsea The gang of thieves was really boring, they were all blown up, and they wanted to rely on the little favors they had back then to keep their lives alive, which was embarrassing.

  The blood bell man nodded: "Then these navy?"

   "Kill them all! Little ones!"

   "AYE!!"

These professional pirates, when responding to the leader, did not shout "yes" like the navy, but made a sound like "love!" At first, it was just because the answering voice was not easily covered by the sound of wind and waves when sailing at sea. , After a long time, it has become the standard way of answering pirates.

Hearing Trump's order, the pirates all showed bloodthirsty smiles. For them, the greatest joy in their long pirate career is burning, killing, and looting. fly up.

  The marines panicked. Garp and Sengoku weren't there at first, and there was an unknown Roger here. As a result, such a group of killer stars came again. Is it inevitable that they will die today?

   At this moment, under everyone's gaze, Roger walked out slowly, standing between the navy and the pirates.

"Boy, what do you want to do?" Trump asked coldly. He was on guard against Roger from the very beginning. Many naval soldiers must have some strength, so they should not be underestimated.

   Under the reflection of the torch racks set up by the surrounding navy, Roger's face had a subtle twist in the firelight, which looked funny, and many pirates were already pointing at him in the crowd and snickering.

Roger also smiled, but it was not the snickering of the pirates, but a hearty smile: "Sorry, these navies have been defeated by me, so the right to dispose of them is in the hands of our Roger Pirates. your business."

   "What did you say?!" Trump immediately showed a furious expression. He has a bad temper, and this mission made him unhappy, so he was directly blown up by Roger!

   Under Trumpe's murderous gaze, Roger touched his chin, as if he was recalling something. After a while, he raised his head suddenly.

   "By the way, that's what Du Hang said - fight if you don't accept it! Don't be a cannonball!"

"You're looking for death!" As soon as Roger finished speaking, Trump became furious. He moved his feet and even stepped on a sonic boom. The whole person rushed towards Roger like a bull, and at the same time he raised his right hand high. Up, on it, a row of barbed knuckles gleamed in the firelight!

   "Good time!" Roger stretched out his hand, and the jet-black armed color directly wound up, wrapping his fist tightly—

   Seeing this scene, Xueling was stunned. This guy actually mastered the armed domineering? ! When did the East China Sea have such a strong pirate? Could it be that this guy also came from the Great Route? ! But why haven't I heard his name before? !

  With a bang, Roger and Trumpe's fists collided hard.

The pirates laughed loudly, while the navy watched this scene with trepidation. Although Roger was also very strong, in their view, Roger wanted to confront one of the "six sides" of the great route, or It's a little too late.

  But in the next second, the reactions of the two sides were reversed.

   Under everyone's gaze, Trump's expression suddenly twisted.

Although he is a middle-aged man, tall and thick, with a double chin, he looks very powerful, but just as he met Roger's fist, he suddenly screamed. That was ordinary, but in contrast to the arms that were as thin as sticks, he couldn't use any strength at all, and the whole person knelt on the ground, clutching his arms and howling miserably!

  Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Roger withdrew his fist and shook his hand.

   "Hey... What is that knuckle made of? Why is it so hard? It hurts me so much."

Hearing this, Trump, who was already in excruciating pain, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. This is the sea tower stone finger tiger he made by doing everything possible. It hurts?

   In a panic, Trump passed out directly!