This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

In terms of physical toughness, physical combat... Charlotte Cracker, who is good at swordsmanship, can't be Ron's opponent at all!

"No...it's not over yet!"

He roared, his eyes bloodshot and he wanted to fight back again.

"No, it's over."

The indifferent voice of the vice admiral sounded.

Cracker was taken aback.

"Because this place has become the sea."

After the words fell, Cracker's expression suddenly changed.

The vice admiral's ankles spun vigorously, and the sea water under his feet immediately obeyed his call, forming a rotating vortex, enveloping Ron and Cracker in an instant.

Gollum...

The cold seawater poured into the throat and nasal cavity, a large number of air bubbles appeared, and the feeling of suffocation followed, but what made Charlotte Cracker's liver and gallbladder tear apart... was the feeling of powerlessness and weakness gushing out of his body.

This is... seawater!

His hand softened, and the giant sword was pulled out by Ron.

Ron fingers hard!

Crackling!

Losing the cover and protection of the armed domineering, the "pretzel" was immediately crushed into countless metal fragments.

The water scrolls.

Charlotte Cracker gritted her teeth, struggling to get out!

Sea water with such density and volume is not enough to completely imprison his movements.

In the next second,

boom!

A cold metal claw slammed into his throat.

The throat was hit hard, and a mouthful of blood spewed from the cracker's mouth.

His blood-red eyeballs almost protruded from their sockets, and his whole body drooped limply.

"Sea...sea tower stone..."

The sea water dispersed under the invisible command.

The dense fog also quickly dissipated.

Then the entire G5 navy saw the following picture.

On the mottled and collapsed ground, the base chief, who was soaked all over his body, grabbed Charlotte Cracker by the throat with one hand, and lifted the latter high in the air.

"Mom...wouldn't...let you go...your..."

Charlotte Cracker said with difficulty while vomiting blood.

The vice admiral looked indifferently at the cracker whose eyeballs were gradually protruding, and said lightly:

"I am waiting."

Five fingers force.

Click!

Charlotte Cracker's head froze, then fell limply.

he died.

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Thank you for everything.

Chapter 60 No Rules

The sea water is gradually receding.

Gunpowder smoke swayed on the ruined land, and the wreckage of the biscuit soldiers undulated and floated on the offshore sea.

Everyone looked at the scene in the distance in shock, and lost the ability to speak for a long time.

Charlotte Cracker, the top cadre of the Four Emperor Pirates, one of the generals who roamed the New World... the great pirate who drove their entire G5 branch into a corner with just one person, died like this.

There was no confrontation that lasted for hours or even days and nights, and there was no rampant clamor... Ron directly seized a fleeting opportunity and killed Charlotte Cracker on the spot without hesitation.

At this moment, the minds of the marines of the G5 branch went blank, and the words Ron said that day suddenly recalled in the depths of their souls.

——'In my place, there are no rules at all. '

He is indeed an unruly and unreasonable ruthless person...

"interesting……"

Pompey suddenly smiled strangely.

He slowly stood up from the bunker, clutching the bloody hole in his severed arm, and staggered towards the distance.

The other G5 marines also took a deep look at Ron, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a grunt, and followed Pompey's footsteps.

……

boom!

Ron let go, and Charlotte Cracker's body fell to the ground immediately.

"Kerby."

He let out a long breath and said softly.

Kebi's figure quickly appeared behind him with a frenzied expression.

"Lieutenant General Ron!"

He opened the suitcase.

Ron took off the gloves and handed them to Kirby to put them back in his suitcase.

"So... what do we do next?"

Alder came to Ron's side in a few flashes, and asked in a deep voice.

Ron raised his head, looked at the pirate ships on the sea with the big mom skull flag, and said coldly:

"The order continues, and the entire G5 enters a state of first-level combat readiness."

"Calculate the casualties and losses as soon as possible, and arrange treatment for the injured."

"We... it's time to ask the headquarters for help."

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The night is deep.

The starry sky was dim, and the sea washed blood.

In the G5 base chief's office, the oil lamp was flickering, dragging the tired shadow of the vice admiral for a long time.

Flipping through the latest battle report in his hand, Ron frowned into the word "Chuan".

"96 people died in battle, including 5 former G74 members and 22 elite members of the headquarters..."

He let out a deep sigh, and subconsciously reached for the cigarette case.

Ron paused.

The cigarette case is empty.

The ashtray on the desk in front of him was already full of cigarette butts.

"Suck me."

Alder, who was sitting on the sofa beside him, flicked a cigarette and came over.

Ron took it, lit it silently, and took a deep breath.

Misty smoke enveloped his face, and the dancing oil lamp light softened the stern lines of his face, but also cast a heavy shadow.

Alder also lit a cigarette, looked at Ron's profile, and fell silent.

For the first time since he had known Ron for so long, he saw tired emotions on the latter's face.

"The injuries of the others are not serious, and we still have the strength to fight."

Alder said suddenly.

Ron shook his head with a wry smile.

When Alder said "not serious", he actually meant "not dying yet".

At this moment,

Tuk Tuk Tuk…

There was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

Ron responded.

A figure with a broken left arm walked in, full of blood and alcohol.

"Master base...I heard that you are looking for me?"

The corner of Pompeii's mouth curled into a sarcasm that was not a smile, and said frivolously.

Alder frowned, just about to explode, but Ron said directly: