I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

"Tsk hahaha, little brother, I'm really becoming more and more interested in you." Blackbeard pointed at Sith, and the gems on his fingers shone like a nouveau riche.

Sith tightened his grip on the handle of the knife, and his back was covered with fine sweat. His eyes were twitching in his sockets. He was always ready to deal with Blackbeard's sudden attack.

"Then what are you going to do, Mr. Teach? Give up your position as a Shichibukai and stay here forever?"

He sneered, his black crystal pupils looked directly at Blackbeard, he raised his voice and pulled the World Government's tiger skin.

Although it is impossible for the World Government to offend a Shichibukai for a mid-level and low-level official, he has never mentioned his position, and the two CPs were so frightened that they only dared to call "Sir." Now they are betting , whether Blackbeard dares to take this risk.

Sith's words reminded Blackbeard, and he hesitated while stroking the gemstone ring in his hand.

On the one hand, there is the unknown fruit ability of Sith, who claims to be a devil, and on the other hand, he has been spying on the earthquake fruit of the strongest superhuman system for so many years, and the privilege of passing through the Gate of Justice and reaching Impel Down City. The weight on the balance is very high. It quickly moved to one side.

"Tsk hahaha, little brother, don't be so serious. Like I just said, today we are not here to fight, we are here to trade." Blackbeard laughed, showing his incomplete teeth, no one Can tell whether his smile is real or fake.

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Sissy breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, with the same fake smile on his face,

"I can guarantee that your choice is absolutely correct."

After saying that, Sith pushed Ace and slowly walked towards the warship.

"Wait a minute." Blackbeard made a fuss again.

"Is there anything else you can do?"

Sith narrowed his eyes and kept cursing in his mind.

What on earth does this old bastard want to do?

If you get a heart attack, can you afford to pay for the broken rings on your ten fingers?

"It's nothing, I just hope that we won't meet on the battlefield one day."

"I hope so."

With a perfunctory word, Sith held Ace in one hand and quickly returned to the warship.

"Lieutenant General, there is movement ahead."

As soon as Sith returned to the warship, the navy standing on the observation deck suddenly shouted, looking a little panicked.

"It's Whitebeard. His flag is the Whitebeard Pirates. That person...that person is Foil Bista, the captain of the fifth division of the Whitebeard Pirates!"

"Bista? Why is he here?" Ghost Spider blew out the cigarette butt in his mouth, crushed it with his foot, and asked Blackbeard.

"Bista? Of course he is here to keep an eye on us. If he hadn't been hanging at the back and refused to come forward, I'm afraid we would have given him to the World Government as well." Blackbeard laughed.

Ghost Spider raised the knife, and things seemed to be getting into trouble.

"Ghost Spider, are you afraid of that Bista guy? If you admit that you can't do it, we can help you block that guy."

Blackbeard was still as flippant as ever.

"Blackbeard, do you think our navy will be reduced to the point of seeking shelter from pirates? Come on, fire, get close!" Biting a cigarette, Ghost Spider pointed his knife and directly ordered an attack.

Ace was locked into a special cabin by the soldiers. Sith licked his lips and glanced at the two CPs in the smoke of gunfire.

Stepping on the deck of his home, Sith's mentality was rapidly adjusting. Although he was still wary of Blackbeard, he was no longer as panicked as he was at the beginning.

His gradually calming heart gave him enough energy to think about old accounts.

Approaching the ghost spider, Sith whispered:

"Lieutenant General, the top priority right now is to send Fire Fist Ace into the Impel Down City. Don't be impulsive. If you stay there for too long, things may change."

The ghost spider has a bad look on his face,

"Then what do you want to do?"

Having been a navy man for most of his life, how could Ghost Spider not know the priorities of things? But as a representative of the hawks, the justice in his heart would never allow him to do nothing and leave in despair.

Especially when there is a scum of the sea like Blackbeard around.

"Please leave me a boat and I will definitely teach them a lesson they deserve."

"Can you guarantee it?"

The Ghost Spider crossed his arms with his chest. His huge body was much taller than the Sith. He was condescending, and his cold eyes were very oppressive.

Sith's expression was extremely serious;

"I promise, I promise to stop them all here, and not even a single pirate will cross this sea area."

The ghost spider paused and was silent for a while, then nodded.

"okay, I get it."

Then he turned his head and shouted loudly to the surrounding soldiers:

"Stay on the third ship, the others continue to go, target the Gate of Justice!"

"Yes."

The navy's voice was loud, and the two CPs exchanged glances for a while, and their bodies began to shrink back unconsciously, for fear that the Sith would think of the two of them again.

"Hey, you two."

The joking voice sounded, and the two people trembled, as if they were mourning for their heirs.

"Lord Sith, what do you want us to do?"

"As followers sent from Judiciary Island, shouldn't you go wherever I go? Are you retreating now because you want to be a deserter?" Sith roared sternly.

"Sir...Sir, you may not know that the two of us are actually civilian personnel and will not participate in the battle."

"Oh?! Yes, yes, we are civilian personnel and we will not participate in the battle." Their bodies were trembling, and their minds were running rapidly.

"Really? Why haven't I heard of CP and civilian personnel?"

"That may be because you don't know much about the internal composition of our CP. In fact, our CP also has civilian staff, such as the two of us."

"Haha, that's great." Sith chuckled, and then his expression suddenly changed, "Then I must take you there?"

"No...Sir, you..."

The two people were completely stunned. Their bodies were shaking as if they were sifting chaff. Their pants, which were not yet dry, seemed to be a little wet again. They were filled with incomparable resentment.

Gritting his teeth, he managed to find some courage, forced a grimace on his face, pointed at Sith's nose and shouted:

"Wilson Sith, do you know who we are? We are Riggins...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, a black fireball the size of a table tennis ball flew past his left hand. The water evaporated rapidly. In an instant, only a dry wooden stick remained in the originally thick arm, and screams resounded through the sky.

"I didn't negotiate terms with you, I just came to inform you that we should leave now."

The flames were hot, but his voice was colder than the cold wind in winter. He was so frightened that the other CP completely collapsed on the ground and did not dare to move.

His lips were blue and purple, and he was trembling up and down.

"How dare he take action himself, this madman, this goddamn madman, is he really...is he really not afraid of Lord Riggins' revenge? This goddamn madman!!!"