The hero behind One Piece

"No, please take a walk."

Director Magellan's rich voice came from the other end of the phone.

Arnold could feel the turbid poisonous gas coming from the other end even from such a long distance.

That was a reliable and decent man, and I really didn't want to let him down in any way.

But this way, the vacation plan was completely ruined. It was not easy to find the opportunity to go to Donghai for a vacation.

Arnold was originally an ordinary high school student. He somehow traveled to the dark Impel Down City and became an inconspicuous soldier.

Although I have vaguely heard of this popular work before, it is a pity that I have not read it. I have suffered a lot from it over the years, and now I regret it.

Over the years, after countless trials and hardships, he finally became a qualified soldier, and won the trust of Director Magellan.

His specific job is very simple, which is to capture those who have caused trouble and messed up and bring them back to Impel Down.

Why not join the righteous marines and take the initiative to seek justice?

Because he had long realized that the world was completely rotten, he just wanted to do what he should do in his position.

Besides, there is always a need for some people to wipe the butts of those so-called heroes.

"Are you alive again?" A girl with rabbit ears jumped over, her hands nervously put together, and her face was filled with joy.

Her name is Ruola, and she is a fur tribe, so she can also be regarded as a rabbit.

The girl wore a cool black leather jacket with the Impel Down logo on it, and a cute and relaxed beach hat that didn't match well. The long ears protruded from the edge of the hat, and her lips were grinning like a rabbit. Looks playful and cute.

As the commander of this detention team, Arnold was dressed a little more casually. He only wore a short coat and shorts because it would feel cooler. He only wore Impel Down's exclusive logo on his armband.

Law enforcement officers still need to abide by basic rules.

Ruola is now the navigator and lookout sailor of Arnold's team. The perception of the fur race is naturally sharper than that of other races, and they have a unique advantage in these aspects.

"Call everyone, get ready to go." Arnold solemnly put on a pair of white latex gloves that looked valuable, and ordered Ruola by the way.

These are the Devil Fruit Suppressing Gloves that the boss, Director Magellan, personally asked Dr. Vegapunk to make.

there is no way,

Because he is a powerful user of the time-traveling fruit ability.

. . . . .

Arnold's boat was called Speedy Shark. It was a copper-skinned, steam-powered paddle boat with huge, rapidly rotating paddles on both sides. Once it moved, the front end of the hull would rise, making it look very arrogant.

Because of the sea floor stone, it can also smoothly cross the windless zone where the sea kings are all over.

The shape is that of a shark, and the overall shape is fierce and ferocious.

Because it represents Impel Down City's face to the outside world, Director Magellan stepped forward and asked the Ace Shipyard of the Capital of Seven Waters and Vegapunk to work together to transform it with a large sum of money.

Based on the latest sea train technology,

Due to the pursuit of the fastest speed and the strongest armor, the entire ship was designed to be extremely small, without a gun port or a kitchen, and was surrounded by tile-like sea-floor armor.

It sails in the water like a bullet cutting through the waves. It is extremely sharp and is a weapon in itself.

an hour passed,

"Sir, we're almost there."

The helmsman, Fitz, who was wearing deep glasses, slammed the hydraulic gauge and continued to accelerate, and said in a high-pitched voice.

"You guys wait here, I can go alone."

Arnold ordered.

Ruola held her head and drooped her ears in disappointment. The opportunity to take action that she finally had was gone.

An understanding chuckle appeared on Arnold's lips, and he ignored her emotions, because bringing the child would only delay the detention.

As for the people in Impel Down City, the most important thing is time.

"That direction." Fitz pointed forward, turned his head and said.

Arnold responded. Fitz is a person with the ability to detect fruits. Although his combat power is low, he can detect power fluctuations at extremely long distances and track familiar auras.

I rely on him to guide me home. It can be said that he is a living record pointer.

This is also the key to his qualifications to stand out from many jailers and become the helmsman of the three-legged cat of the Speed ​​Shark.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the ship's hull shook violently.

The entire crew was shaken out of their minds, their brains pounding in all directions.

Needless to say, the Speed ​​Shark crashed into another rock due to Fitz's blind maneuvers.

The ships in Impel Down City have always been so straight forward.

Arnold did not hold on to the hull firmly, but relied on this force to fly out, and his whole body was shot out like an unloaded cannonball.

The strong wind brought by flying slapped his cheeks, and he showed no expression. The scenery in front of him quickly zoomed in within his sight.

"Bang!" The legs hit the floor with a sound, causing terrible cracks that fit the depth of a cannonball.

Another successful and perfect landing.

Did you say it doesn't hurt?

Of course it was quite painful the first time.

But later I became proficient, and during the falling process I kept using time to retrace the fruit back to its previous state.

As long as you backtrack quickly enough, you will almost feel no pain at all.

Arnold patted the dust and looked around.

In front of me is a withered and dilapidated scene, with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

A poor imitation of a navy headquarters slumped in the ruins like a patient, with broken beams and debris everywhere.

Dozens of fish-men who should have been alive and kicking lay unconscious on the ground, looking dying.

It's rare to see so many fishmen in such a remote place.

Arnold walked towards the largest fishman in front of him. He was wearing an arrogant colorful beach jacket. He seemed to have just returned from vacation like himself. His sharp nose was like the sharp inverted teeth on his face.

It can be seen that this is a shark and fish-man. If you make a simple deduction and make no mistakes, it should be the goal of this trip.

The shark fishman Aaron, a remnant of the Sun Pirates who once stayed in Impel Down.

That was before I traveled through time. It seems that this smelly fish is about to enter the palace for the second time.

Arnold kicked him in the face. There was no need to have the slightest pity for such a vicious person. The soles of the feet were the best way to communicate. This was a valuable experience he learned in Pushing City.

Most of Aaron's body was still stuck in a large area of ​​rubble, and he looked very embarrassed.

But for a fishman like him who was born with incomparable strength, his current situation might be as inconsequential as being crushed by a toy building block.

Aaron gradually regained consciousness with the help of the dirty soles of his feet.

Seeing Arnold standing in front of him, he spat on the ground and immediately showed a fierce look on his face.

"Humanity!"

He didn't know where the force came from. He jumped up from the floor and hit Arnold head-on like a cannonball. His sharp nose was like a harpoon. cold light,

Arnold raised his head and smiled softly. The fishman's recovery ability is indeed powerful by nature.

After fighting with someone until I lost my home, my kungfu recovered to seven or eight points after just a while.

But this bravery is a pity, because he met himself.

Without any unnecessary nonsense, he slowly threw an air ball in his hand towards the path he must pass, and it covered Aaron in the blink of an eye.

Aaron didn't even have time to react. First he screamed, and then he fell from the air with blood all over his body.

This is Arnold's little skill, floating ball.

The floating ball floats very slowly and can carry very little retroactive fruit ability. It is perfect for crushing some miscellaneous soldiers.

Aaron lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment, looking at Arnold fiercely, with dissatisfaction on his face.

Arnold disagreed.

What he just did was just set Aaron's physical condition back half an hour ago.

This is the power of the fruit of time retrieval, restoring the state of an object, such as putting a broken teacup back together, or making a canvas full of graffiti look brand new.

If you don't use gloves to contain it, once you use your hands, the power of going berserk is unimaginable.

"Are you awake?" Arnold asked nonchalantly, standing there.

Aaron coughed up blood in his mouth, looked at the ruins around him, and asked with great reluctance: "Who are you? How much money do you need to let me go?"

I have saved a lot of money here. If you let me go, it will all be yours. "

Arnold rubbed his forehead with a headache,

This guy doesn't seem sober enough. Do you want to give him some more color?

Just as Arnold was hesitating in his mind,

Aaron's peripheral vision suddenly noticed the armband on Arnold's right hand, and he said in shock: "Impossible! How could someone from Impel City appear in the East China Sea?"

Immediately, he thought of some terrible rumors, and said with horror on his face: "Are you the detainee? Arnold?"

Arnold smiled. It seemed that this stupid fish’s brain wasn’t completely broken.

“After being imprisoned once, I still have a better memory.

Come with me, Impel Down welcomes you home. "

"I'm not going back! I want to rule the world! I want to revive the fishmen!" Aaron shouted wildly, saying the most ferocious words, but his voice was full of escape.

He turned around with difficulty and was about to dive into the sea. That was a place beyond the reach of those with devil fruit abilities.

"I'm already here, but you, a little lv2 prisoner, really don't know how to show appreciation."

Another floating ball hit Aaron,

Aaron's whole body exploded, and a steady stream of foam came out of his mouth. His strong body fell backwards and passed out again.

Arnold was a little troubled. He seemed to have struck too hard just now, and he encountered a strong character. Can't he just listen to the instructions?

Why am I so unlucky?

It's okay now, I just have to drag it back myself.

Arnold picked up one of Aaron's hands and walked back, the fishman's broad bones plowing a deep mark behind him.

A small pirate group like this doesn't have much real cohesion.

If the boss is caught, the others will generally disperse and nothing will happen.

Leave the remaining miscellaneous soldiers to the Navy, and I will only be responsible for the most vicious criminals.

Only this kind of boss who can be admired is qualified to be imprisoned in the hell-like Impel Down City.

But as he walked on the road, Arnold felt something was getting more and more wrong.

Huh? Which direction is the ship coming from?