One Piece: The Soul Purchasing Pirate

The old navy's words were low and powerful, making the surrounding sailors who were hiding under the appearance of pirates immediately serious.

"Notify all the soldiers who are hiding, get ready, wait for our first wave to rise, it's up to them to take action!"

He stood up slowly, looked at the deep sea ahead, and said lightly.

"Yes! Lieutenant General Novas!"

The soldier spoke up.

"Then, tell the vanguard now to start action!"

Glancing again, Novas sneered at the pirates who were still immersed in the powerful strength of Whitebeard.

"I believe that this will definitely surprise them!"

"I believe so, Lieutenant General."

Behind Novas, a man with a hat and a knife on his waist said.

"Go!"

"Yes!"

The surroundings became quiet again, and Novas looked at the soldiers in front of him even though they were in a free state, feeling very confident in his heart. This time, although the number of people he brought was small, they were all the most elite soldiers in the navy. Compared with these undisciplined pirates, it is simply a world of difference.

"The Navy's road to clean up this sea will start here."

Novas said secretly in his heart.

Soon, all the plans secretly deployed by the navy were ready.

On the surface of the sea, the pirates still did not leave. The sensation and shock caused by White Beard made them unable to recover at this moment.

"With such power, who can fight him?"

The pirates sighed. Originally, many forces, who wanted to take advantage of this once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity to come to a duel, lost the mood.

The power of Whitebeard silenced the pirates and calmed the sea.

Many people were speechless for a long time, not knowing what to say.

However, at this moment, in a remote corner, a pirate ship flying a strange flag quietly approached another pirate group.

"Ferlon Pirates, Captain Federer, has a bounty of 450 million Baileys, and the pirates under his command, the total bounty of the whole ship reaches 1.8 billion."

At the prow of the pirate ship with the weird flag, a man standing was muttering to the front.

"This knife, let's start here!"

"Pirates, the power of the navy, from this moment on, you will know!"

As the two ships approached, the man's eyes became colder and colder, and a faint murderous intent emanated from his body. Behind him, more than a dozen figures stood, and each of them also revealed The meaning of chilling.

There are not many people, but there is no doubt that these dozens of people are all veterans.

"What are you doing?"

As the distance got closer, the Ferron Pirates gradually noticed the weird expressions and atmosphere of the dozen or so people on this ship.

No one answered him. The logo on the weird flag, like a clown-faced skeleton, fluttered in the wind, exuding dark humor and a sense of gloom.

Inexplicably, everyone on the Feron pirate ship was a little creepy.

"Draw out the knife, something is wrong with this group of people!"

With serious eyes, Federer shouted in a low voice.

The crew members are also on alert, taking a defensive stance.

The clown-faced skeleton pirate flag fluttered more violently, and the wind at sea seemed to be stronger.

At this moment, the speed of the pirate ship increased, and suddenly, there was a sense of killing and ferocity as if thousands of troops were charging.

Unknowingly, the two ships were already more than ten meters closer, and with a short distance, both sides could see every face on the other's ship.

"Who the hell are you guys?"

Federer yelled again.

There was murderous intent in the eyes of this group of people, and their target was undoubtedly aimed at him, but what puzzled him was that he didn't know them at all.

"Federer, the hatred ten years ago, have you forgotten?"

"Today, I finally met together. If I don't kill you, how can I feel at ease!"

On the clown face pirate ship, the man on the bow shouted loudly.

His voice did not cover up at all, and it spread throughout the sea.

Unintentionally, many pirates turned their heads.

"Ten years ago?"

Federer froze for a moment, then became furious.

What a joke, ten years ago he hadn't entered the water at all, he was just an ordinary young man in his twenties. You know, he is still young now, only thirty-five or sixteen.

He has a very clear memory of ten years ago, and he has no impression of the group in front of him at all.

But before Federer had time to say this, the men on the clown-faced pirate ship had already jumped up, and in the blink of an eye they had already pulled out their weapons and rushed to their own ship.

"Die, Federer!"

"The grievances from ten years ago should be settled!"

The cold words spread again, making the pirates slightly stunned, and there was already a hint of interest in watching a show in their eyes.

"Get rid of them!"

Since he couldn't explain clearly, Federer didn't explain. He roared and ran, ready to meet the enemy.

However, what the Ferron Pirates didn't expect was.

Although the number of the clown face pirates is small, their combat effectiveness is so high and their character is so cruel that it is simply shocking.

Under the first wave of tentative attacks from both sides, it was just a face-to-face meeting.

"Pfft!"

A large amount of blood was spilled, and when Federer turned his head, he saw that his two brothers who had a bounty of hundreds of millions were cut open in the middle with a knife, and the whole body was divided into two halves.

The indifferent enemy stepped out, his boots were stained with blood, but his expression remained unchanged, and he turned to look for the next target.

Don't say a word, don't reveal what's on your mind.

These dozen or so people turned out to be like the coldest and cruelest killers, making people feel chills in the back.

"hateful!"

Federer looked angry.

This group of people is simply inexplicable, and they draw their swords as soon as they come up, without any reason.

"Your name is Federer, and you have a bounty of 450 million Baileys. You were just a commoner ten years ago, but within a day, for some unknown reason, you chose to go to sea to become a pirate."

"Then, in just ten years, you changed from an honest and kind-hearted farmer to an executioner who wields a long knife and kills without batting an eye."

The young man at the bow came to Federer at this moment and slowly pulled out the long knife at his waist.

The blade was pitch black, and it looked extraordinary at first glance. As the long knife was unsheathed, Federer even felt a cold sharp breath, which stabbed his body.

"I don't know you at all!"

Federer gritted his teeth.

The young man shrugged his shoulders, as if agreeing, but also as if denying.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

Federer shouted.

"According to the order of the superior, the Ferron Pirates will not leave any one behind!"

The young man raised his head, the long knife had been fully unsheathed, and said in a cold tone.

Hearing this sentence, Federer seemed to have figured out something in a blink of an eye, and his eyes were full of shock.

"You are?!"

His face was full of disbelief, and he wanted to shout out the answer.

But, it's too late!

The young man took a step, then swung the knife quickly.