Devil fruit in comics

Chapter 53
The Hand was notified the day after S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rival, the Guild headquarters, was attacked.

That's right, not a contact, but a notification.

However, King did not know that Alexandra had died.

So his notice was conveyed to Roger.

Roger didn't know about it at first.

It wasn't until he went to the Hand's "safe house" to collect the dragon bones belonging to Alexandra and Botu that the ninjas of the Hand told him the news.

At the beginning, he didn't pay attention to Jin Bing's plan.

Although Jin Bin is the largest gang leader in New York, and even in the United States.

But Roger didn't feel the need to deal with him.

The Hand may have needed to have a good relationship with this mafia lord before, but times have changed.

In Roger's view, some businesses that were crucial to the guild in the past are basically things that can be given up at will.

However, Jin Bing later made him change his mind.

He ignored Jin Bin's first notice.

So Jin Bin notified the Hand for the second time with a superior attitude, and he notified by killing the Hand ninja.

Although Roger didn't think much of the Hand, the Hand was now his power anyway.

Being forced to meet in this way, he felt that he had to do something.

Manhattan.

Inside a high-end restaurant.

Wearing a crimson suit and disguising himself as Doflamingo, Roger sat in this restaurant without any guests, waiting for Jin Bin to arrive.

He has been waiting here for more than ten minutes, but Jin still hasn't come over.

Is this trying to give me a blow?
Roger smiled disdainfully.

Then, he said to the four Hand ninjas standing behind him, "Kill those two waiters."

He said it very casually, as if he was saying that the moonlight is beautiful tonight.

"Yes, young master!"

Without any hesitation, the Hand ninja behind him came to the two waiters without saying a word, and before they had time to draw out their pistols, they chopped off their heads with the katana in their hands.

Bright red blood flowed on the floor.

A strong smell of blood began to permeate the restaurant.

This is Jin Bin's restaurant.

All the service staff in the restaurant are Jin Bing's subordinates.

You killed two of my subordinates and informed me to meet, then I will also kill two of your subordinates to let you come here.

Two for two, fair enough!
As he expected, when he let the hand ninja kill the two waiters, the tall and burly Jin He walked into the restaurant surrounded by a group of his subordinates.

"Are you the new finger of the Hand, Don Quixote Doflamingo?"

Like Roger, Kim was also wearing a crisp tailored suit.

It's just that, unlike Roger's arrogant dark red, his suit is a classic black.

"Not new fingers, but new fists!"

Looking at Jin Bing's shiny bald head, Roger replied naturally.

Although Jin Bing has a penetrating oppressive force, Roger is not an ordinary person.

Jin Bing's aura of suppression was of no use to him.

The pressure comes from the wheel...

amount……

The pressure comes from the gap in strength and power.

Roger is neither afraid of Jin Bin's strength nor Jin Bin's power.

So in front of him, Jin was not much different from a gang leader like Ronald.

It's nothing more than gold and being able to fight a little bit, and have a little more men.

"New fist? Do you have this ability?"

Jin Bing's tone was not harsh, but rather mocking.

"If you want to know, you can try it?"

Roger didn't have much experience dealing with gangsters before.

But there is one thing he knows very well, that is, when facing these guys who believe in violent means, being humble and giving in will not only make the other party exalt themselves, but will make them even more aggressive.

To put it simply, he is fiercer than you, and you are more fierce than him.

If he dares to fight you, you have to dare to fight him with your life.

Etiquette and rules, etc., are not as good as toilet paper in the toilet for these gangsters.

A big fist is the truth!
In fact, this is not only the case among gangsters, but also between countries.

Caliber is justice, range is truth!
The only difference is that gangsters don't think much about consequences, while nations tend to think a lot.

But in the final analysis, whoever has the biggest fist is the boss.

"Young people are different, especially young people who are new to the position."

"Boy, you know what, even if..."

Before Jin Bing finished speaking, Roger interrupted him, and said in a flamboyant manner: "Okay, it's better to say less about the scene or something, I'm afraid you will be slapped in the face later."

"Just tell me, what do you want to do?"

As soon as Roger finished speaking, the subordinates around Jin Bin took out their pistols and aimed their guns at him.

Similarly, the Hand ninjas behind him also drew out their samurai swords and confronted each other.

Although pointing five or six pistols to his head, Roger didn't take it seriously.

After a week of training, he was able to harden his armed domineering spirit in an instant.

Although his armed arrogance has not yet reached the point where he can block any attack, it is still a bit too naive to use a pistol to injure him after he has hardened.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Jin Bing asked with a serious face.

"Did I not understand what I just said?"

While speaking, Roger turned the ring that belonged to Alexandra on the little finger of his left hand with his right hand.

"Okay, then I won't talk nonsense with you."

"The Hand is now in a bad position, and the officials are all looking for you. Your territory has either been banned by the authorities, or swallowed by other gangs."

"Being my subordinate, I can solve your troubles and give you everything you want..."

Jin Bing spoke out his plan in a natural tone.

When all five fingers of the Hand were there, he had plans to subdue the Hand.

It's just that at that time, forcibly subduing the Hand would have cost a lot, so he didn't do it directly.

But it is different now, whether in the white way or the underworld, the Hand will not get any help.

What's more, the Hand is now in its weakest state ever.

Four of the five fingers supporting the Hand died, and the rest of Alexandra went to nowhere.

Instead, Roger appeared out of nowhere.

Jin Bing asked his men to inquire about Roger's origin, wanting to know where he came from, and even sent someone to Japan, the birthplace of the Hand Association.

As a result, no one knows where this Don Quixote Doflamingo came from.

The only thing that is certain is that a small gang in Brooklyn advertised their allegiance to the Don Quixote family more than a week ago.

But that small gang has been disbanded, and the boss of the gang has disappeared.

(End of this chapter)