Pirate: Vice-Captain of the Whitebeard Pirates

Thinking like this, Larson and Reilly's eyes fell on Marco.

At this time, Marco had no idea that his nightmare had quietly come.

After a few minutes......

Marco's eyes widened and he looked at Larson and Reilly in front of him in disbelief.

"Really? Are you serious? Let me attract those black hands to attack. Why can you think of such outrageous operations? Am I not a human being? Do you want to take advantage of me just because of my fruit? Am I used as an animal?"

"Marco, calm down."

Larson said: "You are now responsible for the fate of our two pirate groups. Whether you can investigate the rules of the fourth level will indirectly affect whether we can successfully enter the deepest part of Yerug Island.

Think about it, how important your job is. You are still saying this now. Is this what you should say as the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates? "

Larson's expression was very serious, as if he was really saying something very important.

In the past, Marco would have been intimidated by Larson's appearance, but it was different now. He already had experience and understood Larson's routine.

Marco looked firm: "No, you don't know how dangerous it was just now. If Uncle Reilly had been slower just one step, I would have been caught by that hand. Who knows what would have happened if I had been caught by him. If my fruit ability doesn’t work anymore, then I’m not doomed.”

Larson smiled and said: "Look, you also said that with Reilly and I here, do you think that black hand can hurt you? Let alone hurt you, it will be difficult for him to even touch you. You have to believe us , but also believe in yourself.”

Marco hesitated, Larson was not in a hurry, and just looked at him quietly,

"All right!"

Marco seemed to have made up his mind, and he sighed slightly: "Larson, actually, it's not because I'm afraid that I don't want to go up.

I just feel a little uncomfortable because you always use me as a tool. "

"Why do you think so?"

Larson asked with a frown.

Treat Marco as a tool?

Why would Marco know this kind of thing? Didn't he hide it well?

Of course, if he really wanted to die and let Marco know what he was thinking, it would definitely make him very sad, so Larson thought it would be better to hide it for the time being and pretend it on the surface.

"You are still talking about it." Marco curled his lips: "You only think of me when you are in such danger, don't you think I will be a tool?"

Larson said with a smile: "Isn't it a matter of your ability?"

Marco curled his lips. He felt that Larson must be deceiving him, but no matter what, he felt very happy when he heard Larson say this with his own ears.

"call."

Marco took a deep breath: "Come on, I'm ready."

"kindness."

Larson waved to the people who were studying the Black Hand in the distance.

"Marco will fly up again in a while to lure out the black hand. We don't have to rush to cut it off this time. We first observe its characteristics and the conditions for its appearance."

Everyone looked at Marco differently, especially Shanks, who looked at Marco with admiration.

They didn't expect that Marco, who was just a kid here, would be willing to take risks for the sake of the investigation.

He is truly worthy of being the captain of the Whitebeard Pirates. He is so courageous at such a young age and will definitely be extraordinary in the future.

This is what most of the Roger Pirates think.

Of course, Marco didn't know these thoughts, but he could see the eyes of the people around him. He raised his head slightly, his face was full of seriousness, as if he was a general preparing to go to war.

Isn’t this momentum all of a sudden?

"Are you ready?"

Larson asked.

Marco nodded, then used the fruit to slowly fly into the sky.

"Be careful. You should also pay attention to the dragging feeling when this black hand appears this time."

"Ok!"

Marco took a deep breath and continued to control his body's ascent.

The speed of his ascent was not very fast, because he was very nervous at this time, and also because he was worried that if he flew too fast, the black hand would suddenly appear without giving him time to react.

What he wants to do this time is not to escape. He can't just escape as soon as the black hand appears like last time. This time he wants to face this thing head-on.

Below, Larson and the others were observing silently. Reilly's hand was already on his knife. Although Larson said there was no need to worry, he was also worried that some special situation might suddenly occur.

He was a little surprised because he found that Larson looked calm at this time and showed no intention of preparing to take action.

He was a little surprised. Is Larson not worried about Marco at all?

Sensing Reilly's eyes, Larson also looked over. He smiled slightly at Reilly and said, "You were staring at me for a while. Others thought you had some special hobby."

Larson's words seemed to be a joke, but in fact they were also a test of Reilly.

After he finished speaking, he observed Rayleigh silently, and Rayleigh frowned after hearing his words: "Special hobby, what is that?"

Larson saw that Reilly didn't seem to be pretending, so he breathed a sigh of relief silently, it would be better if he didn't.

After confirming a big doubt in his heart, Larson felt a lot more relaxed instantly, and he didn't even feel too nervous looking at Marco in the sky.

Reilly touched his face. He was really speechless about Larson's behavior of only half-talking. But he had no choice. He couldn't ask Larson what the special hobby was, so he had to Focus on Marco again, no longer looking at Larson, so that you won't think blindly.

At this time, Marco is still rising in the air. At this time, his distance has exceeded the height where he was when the black hand appeared just now, so he has become more careful now, and every move is cautious.

Slowly, Marco flew higher and higher, still reaching a position of 15 meters, and still very close to the 20 meters regulated by this island.

But Black Hand still didn't appear, and Marco became more and more nervous. The higher he flew, which meant that if Black Hand appeared, he would have less and less time to react.

But there was no way, his mission this time had not been completed yet, and he thought of what Larson said to him when he flew up, and the way everyone still looked at him, he couldn't back down now.

Taking a deep breath, Marco's eyes became firm again,

Isn't he just a gangster? He can take advantage of me if he can!