I, Pirate Shichibukai

"Boss, we only have less than 300 people left, and this number of people can't fully activate the entire fleet."

Because of Enig's daring move against Celestial Dragons, Crocodile directly promoted him to Rear Admiral. As for Naval Headquarters admitting it or not, it is none of his business. You must know that the salary of these people is Sengoku. Not posted.

At first, Enigg had some grudges in his heart, but it didn’t take long for him to realize that he was on a boat with Crocodile, the sand crocodile. When Naval Headquarters threw his group over, he didn’t plan to admit it any more. A person's Marine identity is just a special operation detachment that claims to be Marine, cut, this is not a lice on a bald head, it's obvious!

Therefore, Enigger also let go of it completely, anyway, this Rear Admiral should take care of himself!

When Crocodile named himself Rear Admiral, Enig couldn't wait to go to the clothing store to order several sets of Marine Rear Admiral uniforms, the style was slightly different from the official Marine's, which is also the characteristic of exile Marine!

"That's all that's left?" Crocodile asked with a frown. When Sengoku gave him this fleet, there were almost a thousand people. How could he have lost so much and didn't encounter any difficult opponents.

Seeing the confused look on Crocodile's face, Enigor gave a wry smile, isn't all this done by your old man? What are you saying about survival of the fittest, only the strong are qualified to follow him and come up with a trick of raising gu, Killed more than N people directly.

However, the effect is also obvious. The rest are all ruthless and ruthless. Not to mention their strength, being able to live to this day is definitely enough to show that they are extraordinary!

"What about that stinky bitch?" Crocodile changed the subject, in his mind, the so-called Besomia killed many of his subordinates during the confrontation with Marine.

Anige smiled shyly and said: "At your command, I'm still being held in the cell of our warship.

It has to be said that the warships that Naval Headquarters distributed to Crocodile are definitely a work of conscience. In this regard, Sengoku is not careful, as can be seen from the design of the temporary prison. Whose warship will have a complete seastone prison? The price of a temporary prison alone can make many high-performance warships of the same level.

"Boss, don't look at that little girl who looks dry, she looks quite handsome..."

After speaking, Enigg's face showed a look that all men understand.

"You don't have to make bad ideas about this woman, bring her to me."

Enig understands it in seconds!

This kind of beautiful and powerful pirate is simply not something that a small character like himself can bear.

"Yes, of course." Enigg complimented, still vaguely disappointed.

It didn't take long for Besomia, who looked haggard, to be brought up by Enig. After a few smirks, he withdrew and left very wisely, and closed the door on the way.

At this time, Besomia was wearing heavy shackles on his wrists and ankles, but this weight was nothing to a good swordsman. If he hadn't been worried about Crocodile, he would have been brought over by that Marine "Rear Admiral". At the time, she was already violent.

"Head up!"

Crocodile commanded unquestionably, the voice was not loud, but Queling Besomia was shocked, she raised her head involuntarily, and Meimei couldn't help but be a little lost!

and many more!

In an instant, Besomia woke up, and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over her body.

Just now... Was that an illusion or coercion?

Besomia bit the tip of her tongue, and the pain made the confusion in her mind dissipated a lot.

"Guhahahaha, it's interesting, the little girl has two strokes, but she was not bewitched!" Crocodile exclaimed, although it was just a test just now, but ordinary people can't take it at all. The surprise this female swordsman gave her is too big!

Besomia didn't reply. She knew that what she said was useless now. Kneeling and begging for mercy was not only incompatible with her swordsmanship, but she also knew very well in her heart what kind of guy was in front of her. He was not a good man and a woman. .

"Besomia, born in North Blue, is 24 years old, and the weapon is the Twenty-One Worker's Hell. He was instructed by a down-to-earth swordsman since he was a child. When he became an adult, he established the Sea-Monster Pirates Group. After defeat, the treasured sword in his hand drinks countless blood!

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a dazzling record, that old boy Sengoku really underestimated you by pricing you 150 million Bailey!"

"If you want me to say, it's not an exaggeration to price you 200 million Bailey!"

As Crocodile spoke, he took out a simple-looking knife from behind.

"Shut up!""

The cold light came out of the sheath, and the blade exudes a faint blue light, which is gorgeous and colorful, making people unable to help but indulge.

"It's beautiful, just like you!

Crocodile pulled out the prison, and the extremely sharp blade rubbed twice on Besomia's smooth face.

The cold touch made Besomia couldn't help shivering. Although she was the owner of this knife, she didn't know how to use it most of the time.

The secluded prison is too evil. After pulling it out, the whole person seems to be out of control. Besomia clearly remembers the scene after the master asked him to pull out the sword!

Blood!

Just like that, 057 spewed out from the neck of the master, and the strange colors filled her line of sight. She didn't feel any fear at that time, but only vaguely remembered that the corner of the master's mouth had a gratifying smile, It seems to have been long awaited!

"It's a really good knife, but it's a pity that her master has a bit of a back." Crocodile threw the prison aside, which made Besomia feel distressed. She would rather be hurt herself than be treated unfairly by others. .

"I...how can I survive?

Looking at the blue blade, Besomia said what she had held back in her heart for a long time, and she felt that the supreme swordsmanship she believed in clicked, as if it was broken.

"Hahahaha, simple!" Crocodile laughed jokingly, "It depends on your performance if you want to survive, as long as you satisfy me, not only will you survive, but you won't be chased by anyone in Marine!

After speaking, Crocodile turned around, half-lying on the sofa calmly, and stopped talking.

Time passed minute by minute, finally.

"boom!

There was a loud noise, and the shackles on Besomia's wrists and ankles were easily freed by her, and her beautiful eyes swept across the blue blade, and finally walked towards Crocodile unswervingly.

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