Chapter 159
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He was shocked and his face turned pale with fright. He didn't expect that there would be someone on the beach to intercept him. He didn't expect that Crowe's speed would be so fast that he appeared at his side almost instantly.
His trumpet-shaped mouth squirmed and a mass of black ink spurted out. This was almost a subconscious reaction. Then Little Hachi felt a cold touch from his waist and a sharp pain hit him.
His entire waist seemed to have been pierced by a sharp blade. Little Eighth howled in pain and the ink that was gushing out of his mouth suddenly stopped. A stream of black liquid flowed out from his nostrils. He lost his balance and staggered. The sharp blade in his hand was wildly swinging and slashing.
Crack!
As if he was slashing on a sharp blade, the black ink slowly spilled from the air and retreated, revealing the scenery behind. Five sharp cat claws interlaced with the sword in Little Hachi's hand and then strangely moved clockwise. The sound of tearing could be heard as the heavy object and the metal fell to the ground together.
Both of his arms had been chopped off and were still trembling strangely on the ground. After being kicked away by Crowe, Little Myna's face was drained of blood. He looked stiffly at the two arms that had fallen on the deck. Then, he lowered his head to look at the three holes that had been pierced through his waist. Fresh blood was gushing out from the holes.
Opposite him, the man in a suit was slowly wiping the blood and ink on the blade. Crowe slowly withdrew his ten blades and found his eyes. Half of the lenses were stuck with ink. He was a little annoyed as he wiped them. The more he wiped them, the darker the dirt became.
"Little Hachi!"
Nami boarded the ship and looked at the miserable Murloc cadres of the Dragon Pirates. Her face suddenly became pale. She seemed to be a little brainless as she looked at Crowe. Then she was shocked to see the burly figures on the deck. Her voice trembled as she said: "They are all Murlocs!"
Crowe threw away his glasses helplessly. He glanced at Nami and smiled: "Don't be nervous, those are not real Murlocs."
"Put away the bodies and clean the deck!" Crowe turned his head and ordered.
On the deck, the corpses of the two fishmen were placed into sacks and dragged to the bottom of the cabin. Little Eight's two severed arms were also thrown into the sacks, leaving behind two new recruits to carry buckets of water and wash the blood off the deck. It was eerily quiet, causing people to shudder in fear.
"They are not Murlocs!"
Nami has been in the Dragon Pirates for many years. She looked at the two men who were cleaning the deck and swallowed softly. "They are obviously fish-men, but they killed the fish-men of the Dragon Pirates … Are the fish-men killing the fish-men? Then who are these guys?"
"Nami, you dare to collude with outsiders. Dragon will not let you …" Little Hachi's eyes as he stared at Nami.
God knew that he had really wronged Nami. Nami was also at a loss now.
"At least it proves that I am definitely not in the same group as the Dragon Pirates." Crowe squeezed out a gentle smile and glanced at Little Hachi's cold eyes. He licked his lips and said something that made Nami confused and Little Hachi inexplicably cold: "A Murlocs with six arms should also be a rare species among the Murlocs. Oh ~ Yarlin may be interested. In that case, I will let you live for a while."
Why was it that even though he didn't want to kill Little Eight, it gave him the feeling that he might as well kill himself instead? Little Eight's vision started to darken due to excessive blood loss. The last thought in his mind was, "Who exactly is this man in front of me? Who is this Yarlin he is talking about? "
On the strange beach at night, the black waves beat on the sand. The ship slowly sailed away with the smell of blood, heading towards the cold and deep sea.
"Who is Yarlin? Who are you? What are you … "Nami leaned against the mast as she looked at Crowe's back and asked softly.
Looking at the calm sea, no one can see how many dangerous reefs are hidden below. Crowe found a new pair of glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose. He turned his head to look at Nami and said lightly: "Yarlin is my superior officer, and I am actually a Marine. Well … Hang up this flag!"
"Marine?"
Nami's face showed disgust, and then she subconsciously caught the flag thrown by Crowe. She stretched out her hand and shook it. It was a bloody skull flag.
"Pirate flag!"
Nami's pupils trembled. She couldn't tell which words from Crowe's mouth were true and which were false. Maybe this man didn't tell the truth from the beginning to the end.
She obediently raised the pirate flag on the mast. In the dark night sky, the bloody skull flag fluttered in the wind. Crowe's mouth evoked a cold smile: "30 million Berries in a month, I have to hurry up … and Lieutenant Yarlin's temper doesn't like to waste time waiting for others."
At the same time!
Yarlin received a report from his subordinates. The 16th Marine Branch really blocked the access route of the 153 Branch.
Looking at the starry night sky, his fingers tapped on the edge of the window. Yarlin looked at the dark sky and suddenly thought of a sentence that he didn't remember where he heard it from: "The sea is the reflection of the sky!"
Yarlin felt that he should appreciate the courage shown by the 16th Marine Branch. At this time, Crowe should have arrived in the sea under the jurisdiction of the 16th Marine Branch. He grinned and showed his white and neat teeth: "Crowe, you have to move faster … I can't wait to let the Navy Branch 153 Warships sail on that sea!"
"Oh, and if Lombardi's side goes well, he should have returned from the Grand Line by now." Yarlin's mind flashed the wolf-like face of Deep Night, and the smile on his face was inexplicable: "That's a guy who needs to be beaten often."
Suppressing all kinds of thoughts in his mind, Yarlin turned his head and picked up the Den Den Mushi in the palm of his hand and walked in the direction of the prison.
It was late at night, but Li Pa was sitting on the cold walkway, not feeling sleepy at all. She raised her head and looked at the moonlight shining through the narrow ventilation window.
The prison door was opened, and Lippa was stunned to see Yarlin coming in from the outside. He quickly stood up and greeted him.
"Not asleep yet?" Yarlin stared at Lippa.
"No, not too sleepy!" It was like chatting with an old friend, giving an indescribable strange feeling.
"Why, do you want to go out for a walk?" Yarlin asked with a smile.
"Can, can I?" Lippa's heart jumped, and his tone was stuttering.
"Don't worry, there will be a chance in the future." Yarlin threw the Den Den Mushi to Lippa.
Lippa's face showed a gloomy color, but at the same time, a hope rose. He held the Den Den Mushi and wondered: "What do you want me to do?"
"Make a call to a few of our neighbors and organize a meeting in the name of Colonel Monka. My identity is not enough, so you have to make the call. Yarlin looked deeply at Lippa and said: "The time is two weeks later, at the end of this month …"
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