One Piece: One Hundred Ghosts at Night

In the vast sea, there are countless dangers hidden, whether it is storms, whirlpools, reefs and terrifying sea beasts, also known as sea kings. No matter what kind of situation it is, it is a terrifying natural disaster for sailors. But although natural disasters are terrifying, in this world where personal power is infinitely enhanced, it is not a desperate situation. What is really scary is the "human heart". As mentioned just now, because personal power has been infinitely elevated, those natural disasters are not irresistible to the strong men of this world. Likewise, just as the power of natural disasters has been weakened, and vice versa. The power of "people's hearts" has been greatly enhanced.

Therefore, in this sea, what is truly terrible is not natural disasters, but man-made disasters. The representative among them is the pirate. Perhaps in the One Piece that Lu Liang watched in his previous life, the pirates were passionate men who threw themselves into the sea in pursuit of freedom and dreams. However, the reality is often cruel. There may be such people. There are very few, but more are just miscellaneous people who are full of ambition, desire and desire for wealth, burning, killing and looting unscrupulously on the sea.

The majority of the Heavy Strike Pirates belong to the latter group. Heavy Striker Johnson, the leader of the Heavy Strike Pirates, has a bounty price of five million Baileys. He was originally a boxer, relying on his natural talent. He has strong arm strength and is used to delivering fatal blows to his opponents with powerful punches. He has a cruel and easy-to-kill personality and likes to beat people to death with his fists. He originally lived in the underground ring, but later he was not satisfied with just killing his opponents in the ring. One day Bloodbathed the underground arena, swept away all the funds in the underground arena, and ran to the sea to form the Heavy Attack Pirates.

On the pirate ship of the Heavy Strike Pirates, Heavy Striker Johnson was enjoying the once-a-day pleasure with his upper body naked. There was a bloody corpse on the deck that was dropped in front of Johnson, with blood splattering on the body. On the deck, Johnson looked unhappy, holding a frightened and wretched-looking middle-aged man with one hand with his right hand, which was only wearing a blood-stained fist glove.

"You bastard, how dare you tease me? How come today's sandbags are so unbeatable? They were killed with just a few punches. Where are my strong sandbags?"

"Captain Johnson, no, I don't want to replace the captain with a strong sandbag. It's really gone and only this one is left." The middle-aged man answered Johnson's question tremblingly, but his words revealed cruelty. And the crazy smell of blood.

"Tch, we've run out of sandbags again, and it looks like we're going to start restocking them again."

Johnson heard the middle-aged man subconsciously whispering dissatisfied words. It was just a low voice, but the middle-aged man being carried by Johnson still heard it clearly and thought of the so-called "purchasing" in Johnson's mouth. The middle-aged man couldn't help feeling frightened.

"Report to the captain that there are signs of a ship ahead."

A head stuck out from the observation deck and reported down to Johnson.

Upon hearing the news, Johnson's originally ferocious face showed an expression of wild laughter, making his face even more ferocious and terrifying. He looked at the wretched middle-aged man in his hand and threw him to the deck like garbage, "Get out of here." You trash, I count you lucky today, go call the little ones out and work for me, hahaha."

After saying that, he put on the coat hanging next to him, took off the blood-stained gloves, and looked in the distance in the direction pointed by the pirate on the observation deck just now. He was more than three meters tall, with a burly figure, and with the blood-stained gloves he just stained Blood stains are full of intimidation and fear.

After a while, a large fishing boat came into Johnson's sight from the horizon. Suddenly, Johnson showed a cruel smile, like a hungry wolf staring at a weak sheep.

However, is it the wolf that takes a fancy to the sheep's hunting behavior, or is it the wolf's overestimating provocation to the lion cub? Sitting on the sail of the fishing boat, Lu Liang looked solemnly at the dhow with the pirate flag, holding Miyaki Maru tightly in his hand.