King Snake General of Pirates

The quarrel between the two was heard by the surrounding gang members, especially when the man with the big back said that there were navy soldiers who were not afraid of being shot. No matter who they were from, they all found it very funny.

The younger brothers on our side could bear it under the pressure of the old man, but some of the younger brothers on the other side even laughed out loud on the spot. This made the old man instantly feel ashamed, how could he have given birth to such a useless son.

Even if I find an excuse, I won't find one that is convincing, but it is such a ridiculous reason.

"Old man, it seems you need to discipline your son well."

The gang boss sitting across from him looked at the man with the big back and showed no interest in the joke he was telling.

But he was very dissatisfied with the behavior of bringing the navy here. He then looked at the old man and said coldly: "Let's deal with the navy first. I don't want a third party to know about the transaction with you."

The old man nodded in agreement and was about to tell his men to do it when a shadow suddenly appeared in the sky above the oil lamps and hit the stone table from high altitude. The man's eyes happened to collide with the old man's sight.

boom!

Hal fell from the sky and broke the stone table with one kick, giving everyone a big surprise!

No joy.

The gang boss on the other side happened to be looking at Hal's back. The two words on it seemed extremely ridiculous to him.

No one present was panicked, even though Hal's appearance was extraordinary and even cool.

But only one person dared to break into a circle surrounded by hundreds of people. In the eyes of these desperadoes, this behavior can only be described in two words - seeking death.

"Navy?" The old man's sagging skin trembled. He glanced at Hal's clothes and hummed and laughed a few times as if he didn't care at all.

"That's right down there." Hal looked around and looked at the people at the bottom of the stone steps one by one. These people relied on the strength of the crowd to gain confidence and did not dodge their eyes at all.

"I heard that there is a large amount of arms trading here, so I came here to take a look. It seems to be true."

Many suitcases and various weapons were scattered around the broken stone table.

Hal bent down and picked up a flintlock pistol he had seen before. He touched it and then suddenly turned the gun and pointed it at the old man.

The gangsters at the bottom of the stone steps became nervous when they saw this scene, and some even raised their feet to stop them.

Unexpectedly, the old man who was pointed at the gun did not dodge or dodge. There was no fear on his face. He just stood there and sneered at Hal, who he thought was about to die.

boom.

Hal pressed the trigger of the flintlock pistol. The gun went off, but the old man stood intact.

Having been in the underworld for many years, his strong character prevented him from even frowning.

Because there is no ammunition in the gun.

"Yes, this kind of character is much stronger than those freeloaders in our navy. If you were a navy, you would definitely be a colonel." Hal smiled teasingly. How could he not know about the other party's gun? Is there any ammunition in there?

Putting the flintlock pistol back into the suitcase, he reached out and picked up several other guns that looked equally good.

The man with the big back was not lying at all. There were not only flintlock pistols, but also rifles. There was even a hand cannon lying flat in one of the more bloated suitcases.

"This is an incredible thing." Hal's eyes lit up, he picked up the hand cannon and said in surprise.

The old man dragged the pale-faced man with a big back by his collar and walked down the stone steps, and said slowly: "If you like it, I'll give you a few pieces."

"Just give it as a gift. If others find out, they think I have been bribed. There was a guy who wanted to bribe me before, just like you. The gift he gave was heavier and more practical than yours."

"Oh? And then, it sounds like you didn't agree to the other party's tone?"

"Of course I refuse. Although our navy is poor, we have the backbone to not take other people's things. I don't want it if it's not mine."

Hal still lowered his head, picked up the hand cannon and put it in his hand. He stretched his whole hand from behind the butt of the gun. There was a trigger inside, which could be fired with one press.

It's a pity that there is no reloaded ammunition, otherwise it would be a good opportunity to try out the gangsters here.

"Hahaha, young people are so brave. When you were as young as you, I was still doing odd jobs for others, worrying about how to survive."

The old man chuckled and said, "You are the most interesting navy I have ever seen."

While the two were chatting like friends, the other gangsters all stood quietly, wondering what they were up to.

The boss of another gang saw the old man walking down the stone steps. He thoughtfully ignored the pile of guns he planned to buy scattered on the stone steps and slowly walked towards the bottom of the stone steps.

At this time, Hal finally got tired of playing with the hand cannon and put it down. He seemed to feel sorry for the old man's lack of experience. He shook his head and said: "If you have a chance, I can introduce my boss to you. He is a great person." Interesting Navy.”

He turned around and found that he was the only one left on the stone steps.

Under the stone steps, except for the old man and another gang boss, the other gangsters were all holding various guns and rare hand cannons, with the dark muzzles pointed at themselves.

Hal, however, was neither panic nor busy. He stared into the old man's eyes and asked a question that seemed unclear to everyone: "Old sir, do you know what the most powerful force in the world is."

The old man's flabby face trembled, and his expression finally became solemn because of Hal's usual calmness. He did not speak, but responded with a shake of his head.

"I wonder if you have heard of the 'Secret Treasure of the Sea', a treasure called Devil Fruit."

"Devil Fruit?" The old man looked gloomily, turning over old memories in his mind. He raised his head after a moment and said, "That is only something that exists in legends. How can it really exist in the world."

Although he said he didn't believe it, he was still interested in this rare secret.

"You are wrong. Devil Fruit does exist in the world. Not only that, there are countless people who have gained superpowers by eating Devil Fruit, and I am one of them." Hal sat down on the broken stone table. , completely ignoring whether these people believe it or not.

The old man squinted his eyes slightly, but his late but still sharp eyes kept looking at Hal's expression when he spoke, trying to judge whether the other party was lying.

But judging from Hal's relaxed state from beginning to end, he felt that the other party did not seem to be lying.

You can make yourself believe that the things in the legend are real, and you can't believe them unless you see them.

"I'm old, so what if I have that kind of thing? Can it still make me young again? What you tell me is not going to help your current situation." The old man shook his head.

At this time, although the other gangsters were shocked by the news about the Devil Fruit, they still raised their guns and made sure to aim at Hal.

Hal seemed not to have seen hundreds of guns pointed at him, and continued: "What I mean is that these scraps of metal in your hands do not pose any threat to me as a Devil Fruit user. ,therefore……"

boom!

bang bang bang! ! !

boom!

Before Hal could say the next words, countless gunshots rang out from all directions. Hundreds of pistols, rifles, and the power of hand cannons instantly blasted the stone steps where Hal was standing into pieces. Thick dust and smoke fell among the countless muskets. The smoke spread so thickly that people could not see clearly what was going on inside the smoke.