The Most Wasteful Fruit Among Pirates

"Little Pique, what are you..."

Pick, who had just returned to the orphanage, was caught by the dean Chora.

"Did you fight with someone again? Really, don't try to solve everything with violence."

The elegant Jorah complained while skillfully helping the young man arrange his suit, making Pique close his eyes in shame.

Listen up, Peake—

Senor means 'gentleman',

Even spies should be persistent in their hearts.

Pique's childhood was unfortunate, as he was an orphan in the CP reserve training camp as long as he can remember.

Fighting, shooting, lurking, camouflage...

As an orphan, he naturally doesn't have much 'human rights'. There are many companions who died from intensive training. Anyway, the most indispensable thing in this world is the children left behind after the country is ruined and the family is destroyed.

A country that is not a member of the world government is not considered a "person"!

If there is a glimmer of light in Pique's unfortunate childhood, it is that he met a staid CP instructor. Although equally severe, compared to other ruthless instructors, he will impart some 'unnecessary' knowledge.

Listen up, Peake—

Only when people learn to think can they find the meaning of their existence.

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On the first mission, he was sent to the city to lurk in the orphanage.

The gentle and kind dean, the serious deputy dean, and a group of enthusiastic orphans who help each other. - and CP's training institutions are completely two extreme lives, making Pique almost addicted to it.

Unfortunately, all this is about to be destroyed.

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"Miss Jolla, I have something to tell you."

Opening his eyes, recalling the words of the boy he met before, "Since you want to protect, why don't you work hard yourself", Pique finally made up his mind.

"This city is in danger!"

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Don Quixote,

"The factors that affect combat are nothing more than 'time, geography, and harmony'."

A map of the port city 'Odense' was placed on the table. Tall, short, fat and thin figures formed a circle and listened carefully to Rossi's analysis of the situation.

"Let's not talk about the weather. Odense is an excellent seaport, and there is almost no bad natural weather all year round. On the contrary, it is our opponent..."

'White Dragon' Balf Tani, from his nickname, he knew that he belonged to the animal family, and most of them were 'Phantom Beasts'. So it is only natural to have some ability to manipulate the weather.

"And the geographical advantage is the advantage of the city itself: the layout of the harbor, the surrounding forts, and the familiar environment after entering hand-to-hand street fighting."

After speaking, Rossi looked up at the others.

"Although we know that CP3's agents and pirates are planning to destroy the city, the local ruler doesn't know. So the problem before us is to communicate with the other party—"

"give it to me,"

Torrebol leaned back in his chair, playing with a cane.

This is the 'weapon' that Rossi made for him. Besides being sturdy, it is also an extra-large 'lighter'!

Combined with his slime fruit ability, he can easily create a lot of flames.

So, if you burn the fruit, the dog will not eat it...

"Hey hey, if the lord here is really as wise as you say, he won't reject us."

Of course, the Don Quixote family is not a chivalrous man who does not ask for anything in return. After helping the other party survive this disaster, various trade discounts are absolutely indispensable.

"Well, then the third point, Renhe."

Rossi tapped the map on the table and looked around.

Dover who ate the offline fruit, Torrepol who ate the slime fruit, Diamanti who was not bad at swordsmanship but not yet able to cut iron, Pica who was born with supernatural power, and Virgo who was serious and serious.

After this period of training and fighting, everyone's strength should be around 10 million bounties, which is more than enough to deal with ordinary miscellaneous soldiers. However, it may still take a lot of effort to meet characters such as the pirate leader and the captain.

Fortunately: Jorah should have eaten the "fruit of art".

Her fruit ability can easily turn Nami, Chopper, and Brook of the Straw Hat Group two years later into abstract paintings in an instant, and can almost kill opponents who do not use armed domineering defenses.

After a brief fight before, Rossi found that Pique's strength is also very good, and the two should have no problem as helpers.

"The key still lies in that 'White Dragon' Balf Tani."

If the opponent is only relying on the ability of the devil fruit, then they can also use the ability of everyone to attack unexpectedly. But if the opponent has a solid offensive and defensive foundation, the only option left is to escape!

"In short, if the situation is not right, the first priority is still to protect the family members—"

? !

At this moment, the door of the captain's room suddenly 'shuddered', as if someone was slapping the oak door vigorously outside.

Snapped,

As Rossi snapped his fingers, the sound of hurried footsteps, panicked shouts, and the anxious knocking of the city staff on the door sounded at the same time.

"Sir, gentlemen, are you there?!"

"what happened,"

When discussing important matters, Rossi will usually deploy an ability enchantment, which can prevent the outside world from eavesdropping, but at the same time, it will also block the perception of the outside world.

"This is-"

It didn't take the city staff outside to answer, the crowd who filed out had already seen what happened.

On the sea outside the port, a naval battle... no, it should be called a sea chase.

On one side are three slender and extremely aesthetically pleasing streamlined warships. It is not difficult to see from the flags hanging that they are the guarding force of the city. Protected by them in the middle is a merchant ship that is smoking everywhere and sailing hard.

And their opponents are seven or eight messy pirate ships.

Old and new, patched hulls, and various skeleton pirate flags, like a group of hyenas tightly biting the four ships ahead.

"I said, why so fast..."

Subconsciously murmured, Torrebol quickly shut up, but fortunately, everyone was attracted by the pursuit on the sea, and no one noticed his slip of the tongue.

The artillery on both sides came and went, and ships were constantly being hit, blowing up a large amount of gunpowder smoke and sawdust, mixed with screams and flying limbs, and it could be vaguely seen that the sailors on the three warships resisted very tenaciously.

Clang, clang!

At the same time, the rapid bell rang in the city, and the two warships moored in the port began to pull anchor and raise their sails, preparing to rescue the warships and merchant ships that were hunted outside.

At this moment, the pirate ships behind quickly spread out to both sides, revealing a huge black ship.

"It's Balf Tani's flagship 'Black Death'... no, it's called 'Vixen' now!"

Just as Torrebol solemnly pointed to the giant black ship to introduce, a black-haired woman stepped and stood in front of the giant ship full of ominous aura, like the ramming horn of a giant lance.

The woman was wearing a white sailor T-shirt, a red silk belt around her waist, and neat black breeches. Although it was just the most common and simple sailor outfit, she looked strangely capable and capable.

The sea breeze blew her black hair, making it difficult to see the pirate's face clearly. She stood on the ramming corner, with a somewhat leisurely air, as if she just came out to watch the scenery.

However, when they saw this woman, Rossi and the others felt a fear of being indifferently overlooked by a ferocious beast from above.

"She is Balf Tani."

It was obviously the first time I met the other party, and it should be a question sentence, but when Rossi said it, it was already full of affirmative tone.

"Yes, 'White Dragon' Balf Tani..."

The hand holding the western sword trembled slightly. Facing the legend of the North Sea in front of him, Diamanti's face twitched nervously.

As soon as this woman appeared on the stage, she immediately attracted everyone's attention, as if she was the center of the entire battlefield.

"What a bunch of trash,"

Seeing that three warships and one merchant ship were about to successfully escape into the port under the siege of eight pirate ships, the woman standing on the ram snorted disdainfully.

Although it was several kilometers away from the pier where Rossi and the others were, but for some reason, everyone here could clearly hear the woman's voice and her slightly squatting posture.

Boom—

In the next second, an air wave exploded at the corner of the collision, and the woman with black hair and white shirt fell towards the warship ahead like a shell.

Boom!

The warship that was fighting and fleeing suddenly sank into the sea, and all those who paid attention to the battlefield couldn't help but have a thought in their hearts:

This ship is over.

Sure enough, the sound of dense flintlock guns rang out immediately on the warship, and gunpowder smoke filled the entire deck. Mixed with the hysterical orders of the officers, and the terrified screams of the sailors.

"Tsk, this is too scary..."

The fight was over when Rossi counted to the 24th pulse on his wrist.

A warship has hundreds of people, even if not all of them are on deck, there are at least one or two hundred combatants.

But after just 24 heartbeats, the woman who was like a white storm killed all the rebels!

Immediately afterwards, he leaped towards another warship without hesitation, allowing the warship whose entire deck was smeared with a 'carpet of flesh and blood' to stop slowly.

A minute later, the three warships that were still fighting desperately before became dead silent.

And the Odense harbor, which was originally noisy and ready to go out to pick up its own warships, seemed to have been pressed the pause button.

"As expected of the number one pirate in the North Sea,"

Rossi touched his chin with emotion, and took down three warships with his bare hands, such a powerful strength...

Gululu,

Just when everyone was silent, a figure leaped out from the concrete floor of the pier next to it, and landed on the deck of the Don Quixote in a few steps, making Dover and others turn their heads to look at it.

"excuse me,"

The 16-year-old black curly-haired boy in a suit bowed to Rossi and others,

"The lord of this city: Miss Jorah, I hope you can help me."

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