Pirates making memes: get eight magic skills at the beginning

If you feel that the world is full of malice when you are studying, for example, the head teacher always treats those students with good academic performance preferentially, and even if they make mistakes, they can smile and forgive them, but when you have poor academic performance, you only need to make a small mistake. On the other hand, you will be criticized and even insulted by the head teacher. It is not easy to transfer your position to the last row of the classroom, and it may even make the whole class isolate you and exclude you.

The longer you stay in such a circle, the more oppressed and painful you will feel. You are unable to resist, but you have the choice to jump out of this circle, and in the worst case, you will transfer to another school and class to start again.

But if the whole world is full of malice towards you, how can you start over again?

Mr. Tom is just like many shipwrights in their lives. When he was young, he followed his master and studied the skills diligently. In the eyes of most pure technical men, as long as there is a technology, they can be respected by others.

Relying on his love and pursuit of boats for decades, and with his own hands, Mr. Tom has successfully achieved a class transition, from a murloc at the bottom to a top shipwright sought after by the world .

However, he should have been recognized by the world government, but he was about to face his own death just because he had built a ship for the One Piece Roger.

So hilarious, so ridiculous.

"Am I going to die?"

The wild duck-like voice of cp9 chief Spandam echoed in his ears, but Mr. Tom seemed extremely calm.

When he looks back on the past, he will not feel regret for wasting his life, nor be ashamed of being inactive, so that when he is dying, Mr. Tom can say with pride:

"My life and all my experiences are dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world!"

Suddenly, he heard the panicked voice of cp9 chief Spandam on the stage, and there was a commotion from the crowd in the square.

As the shadow that shrouded the square grew larger, a huge three-masted warship crashed down.

Amidst the loud bang, the ground trembled violently, and the two executioners armed with torture instruments and bayonets were blown upside down by the strong wind, unable to execute Mr. Tom as planned.

A wooden ladder stretched down from the deck and landed on the square, and a well-trained navy soldier descended the ladder, everyone lined up in two rows, everyone held their heads high, and greeted their heads.

"asshole!"

With the support of two CP9 agents, Spandam stood up in a little embarrassment, gritted his teeth and looked at the navy, his expression suddenly startled.

Although he is an idiot, he took over the position of cp9 chief after his father was beheaded by Yang Ming only because of the years of cooperation between his family and the Tianlong people, but even if he has never eaten pork, he has seen pork Naturally, from the words and deeds of this group of navy at the first time, they can see that this is an army of hundreds of battles.

People are energetic.

When the wind is smooth, it will give people a sense of high spirits.

When an entire army is in this state, it means that this army has experienced many battles and can always win, so that this kind of spirit can be cultivated.

"Whose subordinate is this?"

In Spandam's suspicious eyes, a small figure appeared in the field of vision, with the spacious navy cloak fluttering in the wind behind him, and the word "justice" came into everyone's eyes.

"Da da da……"

Facing the eyes of his subordinates who were almost worshiping and fanatic, Yang Ming slowly stepped off the three-masted warship, walked to Mr. Tom, and stretched out two arms to support the old man who was over half a century old.

"you are?"

Mr. Tom looked at the too young boy in front of him in bewilderment. He seemed familiar, but he was not sure.

When Yang Ming came to the capital of seven waters to carry out his mission, Mr. Tom was not in the company. It was only later that he learned about what had happened from Espagu and Franky, and saw Yang Ming from the daily newsletter of the World Economic News. Ming's photo.

After just over a year, Yang Ming's figure has become much taller, and he has experienced a lot of things, and his face is much more mature than his peers. Mr. Tom is busy with work on weekdays, so naturally he cannot recognize Yang Ming immediately.

"There is a saying in my hometown, that is, the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring."

Yang Ming smiled lightly, pointed sideways at the three-masted warship behind him, and explained:

"Mr. Tom, this is the three-masted sailing ship that Espagu once gave me. Back then, he also gave me a devil fruit. My subordinates and I have also accepted his kindness."

When Yang Ming said this, Mr. Tom finally realized suddenly, and suddenly remembered who he was.

Mr. Tom clapped his hands violently and said excitedly:

"It turns out that you are the young hero that brother Shiping often mentions. He always admires you very much in front of me, and he regrets that he didn't manage Brother Tiger's subordinates well, and actually did such a shameful thing as slave trade."

Mr. Tom is much older than Jinping, and he often takes most of his income from running the company back to Murloc Street to help those poor murlocs. Jinping has also been helped by him, so there is nothing wrong with calling Jinping a brother.

This burly murloc has a kind heart and a broad mind. He has no intention of shy away from taking in some members of the Sun Pirates, and admits that it was his mistake.

In fact, if you compare your heart with your heart and replace it with the murloc’s point of view, it’s not a mistake for this old man who has achieved financial freedom to support the younger generation of his own clan, the fault is that those members of the Sun Pirates stepped over the line , which violates the rule.

Of course, more importantly, those murlocs were on the wrong team, they were on the side of Amayasha Doflamingo, contributing to the Don Quixote family's human trafficking business.

Seeing the two talking about the old days as if no one else was there, with Spandam's vengeful temperament, he immediately recognized that this was his father-killing enemy.

"Yang! Ming!"

These two words almost popped out of Spandam's teeth, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were staring at each other with fire, as if a string called reason was broken in his mind , ignoring other things, immediately issued an order to the cp9 agent around him:

"Go! Catch that guy for me! I'm going to skin him and make him kneel in front of my father's grave and confess his crimes!"

A group of cp9 agents in suits and leather shoes looked at each other, somewhat in a dilemma.

They had heard about Yang Ming's record back then, and now he is a big hit in the navy headquarters. Not to mention whether he can beat him or not, just offending Yang Ming and his backers is enough to cause headaches.

In the cp organization, there was even a rumor that the chief instructor Zefa beat cp0 member Guernica violently, and threatened to tear down cp0 headquarters if he dared to trouble his disciples in the future.

The reason why this is a rumor is that it has not been confirmed by the parties involved.

Apparently, the Navy Headquarters and cp0 deliberately suppressed this matter to avoid making their family scandals public, so as not to arouse groundless speculation from the outside world, thinking that the two major organizations under the World Government are dismantling each other.

Seeing a group of cp9 agents faltering, Spandam roared with distorted expression:

"I order you as the cp9 chief, carry out the task immediately!"

"Yes!"

The CP9 agents were not Rob Lucci, so naturally they didn't dare to confront the officer face-to-face, lest they be put on by Spandam in the future and entrust them to complete the mortal mission, one by one immediately rushed forward.

They were nearly halfway there when they were stopped by Tina alone.

"cp9?"

Tina moved her wrist joints, made a "cracking" sound, clenched her fists and blasted out.

The pair of gloves of the Smash King endowed Tina with powerful destructive power, blasting out like a solid qigong cannon, mixed with spiral-shaped pitch-black powder.

At the same time as the three CP9 agents were blown away on the spot, the jet-black powder flying in the air immediately scattered to form a huge iron cage, imprisoning the unlucky ones nearby.

The world government has a special organization to adopt a group of orphans, and put them on Guanhao Island for secret training, and train them beyond the limit of the human body, so that they can master the six naval styles through training, but not everyone can fully master them. Some can only master one or two styles.

Naturally, these people were not Tina's opponents. With her own strength, she successfully intercepted more than a dozen CP9 agents.

"How, how could it be..."

Spandam leaned on the railing on the stage with both hands, watching a secret agent being knocked to the ground with disbelief.

Suddenly, Spandam lost sight of Yang Ming in front of him, and a bad premonition suddenly enveloped his heart.

Yang Ming suddenly appeared in front of Spandam, knocked him to the ground with a slap, and immediately stepped on his wretched face.

Spandam struggled to stand up when he heard a devilish whisper in his ear:

"Ant lying on the ground, who allowed you to raise your head?"

"You haven't seen my qualifications. Ants will be like ants. You just need to lie on the ground and lower your head to die."

Hit people without slapping their faces, and curse people without revealing shortcomings.

However, Yang Ming did the opposite.

Like his father, Spandyne, Spandam couldn't bear such a stimulus at all, his whole face was as red as a pig's liver, and he felt his dignity and face being trampled under his feet by Yang Ming. Where can I care so much, I immediately shouted to the crowd:

"Rob Lucci, save me!"

A faint sigh sounded from the crowd, and a young man in a suit and leather shoes walked out in a row, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and a pair of dead fish eyes staring at his former enemy.

The two former life-and-death rivals reunited a year later.

This time, will Rob Lucci be able to avenge his shame?