I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Damn you."

Izang's voice came out from his teeth, and his hateful eyes wandered around, not only from the Sith, but also from Edward Weibru.

People can be addicted to food, but they cannot be addicted to food. If Edward Weibru hadn't suddenly disrupted their rhythm, how could Scuyard have died?

With red eyes, pig teammates are more hateful than enemies.

Facing the eyes of Yi Zang and others who wanted to kill, Edward Webber ignored them. He was right, so why should he?

Waste is waste, and several wastes together are still waste. Compared with him, they are far behind. As long as they can defeat the man in front of them, this group of wastes should be dead. Anyway, they themselves are enemies and have irreconcilable differences. contradiction.

Edward Waybru claims to be Whitebeard's biological son, and the Whitebeard Pirates claim to be the heirs to Whitebeard's will. Outsiders don't know who is true and who is false, but there is an absolute consensus that only one of them can remain.

The reason for joining forces now is just because of the strong external pressure. Once the Sith dies or leaves, we will see if the two of them don't get fooled.

The fragile plastic alliance seemed to be crumbling under the attack of the Sith. Lackey Lu saw it and it hurt under his nose.

He actually thought of relying on this ragtag group of people to defeat the Sith. Now it seems that even he himself should laugh at his naivety.

Mud can't hold up the wall. I'm talking about these unsatisfactory bastards. Is now the time for internal strife?

The internal strife of others can be left until the external enemies are gone, but now that the enemy is in front of them, what if they are hostile to each other and don't think they will die quickly enough?

These idiots.

Laki Lu cursed in his heart, and half of his thoughts about joining forces to fight against the enemy disappeared.

He turned his head and gestured to his subordinates not far away. Fortunately, he had backup and didn't put all his treasure on these guys.

The pirate not far away nodded and also hid in the dark and took out the phone bug.

After all, this new world is a new world under the rule of the Four Emperors. It doesn't matter if you can't defeat it. The key is to have a backstage. As long as the backstage is willing to spend money, there will be no one in this new world that the Four Emperors cannot protect.

"Are you Vice Captain Beckman? I work for Mr. Lackey Lu..."

Sith doesn't want to care about the reaction of the pirates, and he doesn't bother to care. If he dares to stir up trouble on his territory, he must be prepared to face death. He doesn't care whether you are a member of the Four Emperors or not.

It's not the Four Emperors. It's the Four Emperors. The Sith won't bother to prepare a thin wooden coffin. It's a great luck if he doesn't use it to feed the fish. How can he care about so many things.

"Have we discussed it? If we have discussed it, let's hit the road!"

Saying that, Sis took a step forward, held the knife in his right hand, and pressed forward again.

Swinging the knife to slash diagonally, the force of the knife was loose, directly setting off a wave several people high on the sea. Riding on the wind and waves, the roar of metal was heard.

Lackey Lu's expression changed drastically, and while dodging left and right, he shouted in the direction of several other people:

"Do it, do it quickly, do you really want to die here today?"

The two of them gritted their teeth and looked at each other. They had no choice at all.

"we know."

With helplessness and hatred in their mouths, Yi Zang and others finally had no choice but to tighten their weapons and step forward. The bullets were whizzing and the swords were sharp. It seemed no different from before, but they could no longer muster the courage to believe in removing Whitebeard. The rest of the pirate group.

If cooperation means being sold, then it is better to be vigilant from the beginning and stop giving trust.

Facing the vigilance of Izo and others, Edward Vebru was not annoyed. He had never wanted to rely on the Whitebeard Pirates to do anything big. He had always been convinced that he was the main attacker in this battle.

Edward Weibru didn't care, but Miss Bajin was a little displeased. Although he was old and shabby, he still had sharp eyesight and was even clearer than most people.

She had been companions with Whitebeard, had seen the mountains in this world, and knew how high the sky was, how thick the earth was, and how vast the sea was.

Number one in the world, invincible. Such words can only be used to deceive children. Even Whitebeard can be killed. How can there be true invincibility in this world?

She neither believed that there was anyone in the world who was truly invincible, nor would she have such unrealistic spring and autumn dreams with her son.

There is a qualitative gap between Edward Weibru and the Sith. She knows this. A general-level figure is a general-level figure. Not all cats and dogs can jump around in front of them. This is why Miss Ba Jin wants to catch up with the world government. The root cause of that big ship.

In addition to the resources it controls, the World Government has the most general-level figures in its hands, which undoubtedly makes it easier for her to make money.

But as strong as they come, the Sith have not yet reached the point of being invincible. At least with so many of them joining forces, not to mention more, they have a two to three-point chance of victory out of ten.

But she counted her strength, but failed to count her people's hearts.

But no matter how unreliable the alliance is, it is not impossible to be ruthless, betray a wave of teammates, and cover their evacuation.

In short, she doesn't blame Edward Weibru for selling his teammates, she only blames Edward Weibru for selling too early and not getting any of the benefits he deserved.

As an extremely shrewd old woman, Miss Ba Jin felt miserable. If she failed once, it would be difficult for her to betray her teammates next time.

……

On an island somewhere in the New World, as soon as Xiang Kes had finished a glass of beer, Ben Beckman rushed in with a gloomy and terrifying expression on his face.

He strode forward and snatched the beer from Shankers' hand.

"Captain, stop drinking, something happened to Lucky Lu."

"Something happened?"

Xiang Kesi's expression suddenly became serious, and the light flashing in his eyes was like an unsheathed sword.

"What happened? Didn't I ask him to keep an eye on the Blackbeard Pirates and Whitebeard? Did that guy Teach take action against him?"

The remaining hand was placed on the knife handle, and his eyes were cast in the direction of Beckman.

"It's not Teach, it's Wilson Sith. Lucky Lu went to Silver Island to cause trouble for the Sith." Beckman said with a grim face and his voice became more urgent.

"What? Wilson Sith? Didn't I say that? Don't go looking for trouble with that guy. Don't go looking for trouble with that guy until the Whitebeard Pirates and the Blackbeard Pirates decide the winner. Why are you Just don’t listen?”

The expression on Xian Kesi's face also became distorted.

"This is not Lackey Lu's fault. He fell into the trap. It was Teach. It was the trap set by Teach. Now it is not only Lackey Lu who is surrounding Silver Island, but also some members of the Whitebeard Pirates. , including more than a dozen pirate groups and three captains, and Blackbeard sent only Lafitte. At the same time, Teach also launched a war against the Whitebeard Pirates in the New World. This is a conspiracy." Baker. Man said immediately.

"Tikki? War? Is Tikki trying to use Wilson Sith to hold back part of the Whitebeard Pirates' combat power and us?" Shanks rubbed his forehead and said with a headache.

Beckman nodded, applying seriously and squeezing his hands tightly.

"Now it seems like this. Teach wanted to have a decisive battle with the Whitebeard Pirates as soon as possible, but he was also afraid that the Sith would attack behind his back, so he roped us in to set up this trap. Not only did it weaken Marco's power, but it also Between us and that guy Wilson Sis, this game of chess is quite good."

Beckman is in a bad mood now, not only because Lucky Road is in crisis and his life or death is uncertain, but also because he has become a pawn in Teach's hands.

He has a superior IQ and has always compared himself to Buddha's Warring States Period, but now he has become a pawn in the hands of others. It is really unforgivable.

They knew there was a pit in the road, but they had to jump into it. This was the problem the red-haired pirates were facing now.

Even if they knew this was a trap, could they ignore Lackey Lu?

That's it for the others. Maybe they will let Lucky Lu go temporarily for the sake of Xiangkesi, but Sith is different. If he can kill him, he will never live. As long as the red-haired pirates dare not To rescue him, he dared to take Lucky Lu's head and send it to the World Government.

"Things are in trouble!"

With one hand pinching the bridge of his nose, even Ben Beckman found it difficult to handle.

After being stunned for a while, Xiang Kesi finally stood up and sighed helplessly.

"Notify the brothers and tell them to pack their things and prepare to leave for Silver Island."

"it is good."

Beckman nodded, then turned around and left the cave, conveying Xiangsi's order.

In the cave, Xiang Kesi held the long knife at his waist tightly with one hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared outside the cave.

"I hope it's not too late."

……

On the other side, in the waters not too far away from Silver Island, a naval fleet with several large warships is moving slowly. In terms of cards and manpower, it is even larger than the fleet when the Sith first arrived. A few minutes later, a man wearing black sunglasses and a huge mechanical arm on his right arm was standing on the bow of the ship with a serious face.

There was a thick cigar in his mouth, and the sea breeze fluttered the black cloak behind his back, making his whole person look breezy.

"Binz, I heard that the Sith came to the New World. Is his base here?"

Twisting his head slightly, Zefa suddenly said to a man on his left who was wearing unconventional clothing and carrying a long knife.

That was Binz, Zefa's student. He was the senior of Sith, Smog and others, and the junior of Sakaski and others. He was also one of the few survivors of the attack nine years ago.

Binz lowered his head and looked at the navigation map in his hand, with a smile on his lips. He had heard about his junior brother, a hunter who made a splash in the war on the top.

"Major General Sith's base is on Silver Island, which is not far from our target this time. If the time is right, you can take this opportunity to see him."

Zefa nodded slightly, just puffed on the cigar in his mouth, and didn't say anything more.

To be honest, he really misses his disciple. He has put a lot of effort into Sith, just like his own child. Now that the child has become successful, why doesn't he want to go and see it.

What's more, he heard that several people in the elite training camp were also transferred to his command. It was impossible to say that he didn't want to, but what should he say if he went? Tell them a few words and continue to encourage them?

Just when Zefa was still hesitating whether to go to Silver Island, the phone bug on his ship rang.

"Moses Moses, this is the pirate guerrillas. I am the adjutant Ain. Please answer anything you have."

"This is the joint naval force. I am Clara, the adjutant of the Sith Rear Admiral. Silver Island is under attack. We are issuing an emergency call for help. The enemies are the Blackbeard Pirates, the Whitebeard Pirates, the Red-Haired Pirates, and Whitebeard. Second Edward Wybru, Rear Admiral Sith, has already gone to support us. In order to prepare for the situation where the Four Emperors personally take action, we are now issuing an emergency request for help to the surrounding navies."

On the other side of the phone, Clara's very unique voice rang, and Zefa was stunned on the spot. He flicked the cigar in his mouth, and the ashes almost fell on him.

Ain and Binz looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes, followed by ecstasy. They nodded and handed the phone bug in their hands to Zefa.

"I am Zefa, the former admiral of the Navy. Let me tell you again, who are the enemies?"

While holding the phone, Zefa's left hand was trembling. He was a little suspicious of his ears. He wondered if he was hearing wrongly because of his old age and weak hearing.

When Clara opposite heard that it was Zefa, she instantly became excited.

Originally I just wanted to pull in a few shrimps to fill the scene, but I didn't expect that a big fish would turn out to be a big fish. This is the former general of the navy, a man who once stirred up troubles at the top of the world. As long as he is willing to take action, even if he really recruits a fourth The emperor can retreat calmly, and maybe try to counterattack.

Unknowingly, Clara’s voice became a little heavier, even a little rough.

"Yes, General Zefa, the opponents are the remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates, the Blackbeard Pirates, the Red-haired Pirates, and Whitebeard II Edward Wibrew..."

Zefa could no longer hear what Clara said after that. All his attention was attracted by the name Edward Webbrew.

Edward Waybrough? It was really easy for him to find him. It had been nine years. It had been nine years. During these nine years, he had lived a life worse than death. Every night when he woke up, he could dream of the students dying tragically in front of him.

He wants revenge. He is over seventy years old and has long passed the age of shouting and killing. He only has a few years to live. If it is not for revenge, why is he out here?

Edward Waybrough was unwilling to die and could not raise his head even if he went underground.

As a teacher, it is unforgivable that he cannot avenge his students.

His sharp eyes glanced at Ain and Binz, the two students who had been following him and the survivors of the attack.

Throwing away the cigar in his mouth, Zefa put on a rare smile.

"How about it, Ain, Binz? Are you willing to accompany this bad old man like me to fight again?"

Ain and Binz looked at each other and lowered their heads at the same time.

"Of course, teacher, this is something we look forward to day and night."