Chapter 397
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A gunshot was heard and the ferocious bullet shot out of the barrel. The moment it left the barrel, it shattered into dozens of pieces of shrapnel, spinning like a knife and covering Dalaran's entire pupil.
Dalaran did not even have time to turn his head away before blood gushed out crazily. His pale skull was exposed and one of his eyeballs was cut open. There was a flash of black light. Dalaran let out a miserable howl as if he could not accept the sudden turn of events and that he would really die here.
Blackbeard was ruthless and decisive. He did not even give Dalaran any chance to catch his breath.
He howled while his other eyeball reflected Teach and the others. It was as if he wanted to imprint the faces of the murderers deep in his soul.
The miserable howl and the cold gaze made him look like a patient with schizophrenia. There were two consciousnesses occupying the same body at the same time.
His consciousness gradually fell into darkness. Van Oka blew the black smoke on the muzzle. "A guy who could force Ace into a corner was killed by me so easily. This is really fate's favor!"
Poison Q observed the condition of Ace's body. The stinky blood clots on the rotten wound had strangely turned into the color of iron rust. He was a little surprised and said, "The blood poison should have been removed but there's still another kind of poison in Ace's body. It should be some kind of parasite-like infection but he shouldn't die in a short period of time!"
Poison Q scraped off a layer of rust from Ace's flesh with his fingernails. The rust and flesh were strangely fused together. He stared with his eyes wide open and could see some kind of slight trembling and squirming as if the flesh had become a living thing with consciousness.
He thought for a while and picked up an apple from the basket. His fingernails secretly pierced into the flesh of the apple as he said faintly, "Maybe we need to find two living people to feed him and then let me dissect and observe. Although I might not be able to get rid of this parasite, at least I can control it so that he doesn't die!"
While he was talking, Teach had already carried Ace on his shoulder as if he was carrying a dead dog. The dark curtain of the night gradually shrouded their figures.
The sand that was baked into a glazed state was emitting black smoke. Dalaran's unrecognizable corpse was lying quietly on the ground. Not far away, Shanji's white dead fish eyes were staring at him.
After a while!
"Tsk tsk, my cowardly and stupid little brother actually died just like that. However, the guy who killed you was also killed. Hehe, how interesting!" With a cold laugh, a transparent ripple appeared in the air. Vincent Moke Niji, who had searched all the way from East Blue to Alabasta, emerged from the state of invisibility. He kicked the dead Sanji with his foot, and the corners of his mouth evoked a cold and insidious smile: "Father told me to take you back, but he didn't specifically tell me to keep you alive, so don't blame me for watching you die."
Vincent Mock Niji had smooth, wavy blue hair, and a pair of black goggles under his counterclockwise curly eyebrows. He wore the same black earmuffs above his ears, and he wore a black cape with the number "2" written on it. He wore golden gloves, and a belt with a lightning symbol wrapped around his waist.
His appearance was 70% similar to Sanji's, but his lips were thin, and his whole person looked mean and insidious. He lifted Sanji's body with his toes and carried it on his shoulder with a little disgust. He said to himself: "In fact, I don't need your body. Anyway, you are dead. I just need to bring back a part of your cells for cloning and complete the marriage with the Charlotte Family!"
After struggling for a minute or two, Niji abandoned the idea of being lazy. After all, Father's order was to bring Sanji back, but he didn't mention that he would only bring back a jar of cultured cell tissue.
"You are really giving me trouble even when you are dead!" Niji frowned and walked towards Dalaran's body. He squatted down and pulled out a syringe for extracting human cells from his arms with one hand. He stabbed it into Dalaran's body and then quickly extracted a tube of blood, a piece of muscle, and a piece of bone marrow and put them into a frozen miniature petri dish.
"It's a pity that the guy who played with fire was taken away by Blackbeard." Niji rubbed the petri dish in his hand and thought of something in his mind, then stood up.
The sand under his feet flowed and the wind blew his cloak. Niji's face changed suddenly. He shrugged his shoulders and did not hesitate to throw the body behind him like a sack. At the same time, he twisted his waist and stepped on the ground with one foot and the other leg swung like a whip.
Crack!
A woman's dressing mirror was kicked in the air and ripples of cracks appeared on it. Niji's pupils shrank sharply. Through the black windproof mirror, he saw Sanji's body being strangely swallowed by the mirror. A strange man in the mirror was looking at him gloomily.
Hoo!
The wind blew and the sound of the sonic boom penetrated his ear protector. Niji turned his wrist and stepped sideways. Then he saw a silver light brushing the air on the side and pulled out a dark figure. His hand was empty and the petri dish that he had just grabbed was gone.
He stood on the spot vigilantly and glanced to his left and right. On the left was the strange figure in the mirror, and on the right was a man with long hair and a body covered in dark silver light. The man had snatched away his petri dish and was standing beside Dalaran's corpse.
The air was filled with the smell of danger. Niji's mouth twitched. "Is he with the dead guy? What bad luck! "
"Two people, no, there are people!" Niji retracted his gaze from the two and glanced at the desert in the distance. There were two vague figures coming over and their figures were quickly magnified in his sight.
A total of four people!
He stood in place and did not move easily. Instead, he squeezed out a hypocritical smile, scratched his wavy hair and sighed. "I didn't kill that guy. I just happened to pass by. Oh, if you don't believe me, I can take you to find his murderer. He went in that direction. He just left not long ago. You still have time to chase after him."
The strange rotating mirror did not speak. As the mirror rotated, more mirrors were reflected in the air and blocked Niji's escape route.
The figure on the right put the petri dish into his arms and stared at Niji coldly without saying a word.
"It's true, I'm telling the truth. Those guys didn't look like good people at first glance. They looked ferocious. The one who killed your comrade was a sneaky guy who used a gun. But the bastard who ordered him to be killed was an ugly fatty with rotten teeth …" Niji looked around and explained helplessly, "It's true. There's no need to fight to the death over a misunderstanding and let the real murderer escape!"
"I know that you didn't kill him!" Two figures walked over from the other side. The corners of their white clothes were exposed under their long black hat. The slightly hoarse voice sounded like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. "I'm just curious what day it is today. All of you are here to pick up corpses!"
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