Pirates: Beginning with the Patrolman

King's Highland.

The palace was mostly destroyed by Remos' electromagnetic cannon. In the ruins, Doflamingo raised his hand to cover the right side of his waist and abdomen.

"Asshole——"

He gritted his teeth, moved his fingers slightly, and began to sew the wound with invisible silk threads. Although there is no healing ability, it can make the wound close as much as possible and reduce the amount of blood loss.

Remos fell to the ground and set up his rifle again.

There was a flash of lightning in his eyes, and he crossed countless obstacles and locked Doflamingo's position.

The red laser burst out, and the special bullet penetrated the bricks and stones along the way and came to Doflamingo in an instant.

"You give me——stop it!!"

He roared, and laid layers of spider web-like silk threads in front of him.

The bullet hit the silk thread and was immediately broken by the silk thread, but the silk thread also slowed down the momentum of the bullet. The silk threads were torn off one by one, and the speed of the bullet became slower and slower.

Finally, about three meters away from Doflamingo, the bullet lost all its kinetic energy and fell to the ground.

"Blocked? Interesting."

Remos smiled slightly and pressed the third bullet into the gun chamber.

Doflamingo finally stopped waiting to die.

The wound between his waist and abdomen was still healing, and he couldn't move violently yet, so he had to raise his hand and point his five fingertips at Remos.

"Line bullets!"

The next second, five transparent bullets shot back at Remos along the route opened by Remos.

Remos stood still, allowing these line bullets to penetrate his body. He aimed at Doflamingo and pulled the trigger for the third time.

"Kudao!"

Doflamingo suddenly raised his hand, pulled it towards the air, and the whole person soared into the sky.

Then, more than a dozen silk threads fell from the sky, piercing Remos' body and deeply into the ground.

Remos smiled slightly, his body turned into electricity and instantly came to Doflamingo along the silk thread. He clenched his right fist, with domineering and thunder wrapped around it, and punched hard.

Doflamingo also hit him, and the two fists collided in the air, and a huge electric ball exploded in the air.

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On the other side, in front of the Smell factory.

Mahabais fell to the ground with a bang. He pinched his neck and his face turned purple.

Nami retracted her right hand, and the clouds gathered into her arms again.

This fat man is easy to deal with. The Ton Pressure Fruit is nothing more than relying on the terrifying weight to attack. This way of attack is impossible to hurt Nami, no matter how many times he uses the ability.

And the ability of the Ton Pressure Fruit to reduce weight and achieve the effect of flying is not enough to avoid the capture of the clouds.

The result is that Mahabais failed to attack and could not run away. The cloud covered his head, and the cloud drilled into his throat and turned into iron cloud deep in the trachea.

It was like putting an iron ball directly into his throat. Mahabais struggled several times but still failed to spit out the "iron ball". In the end, he completely lost his ability to resist because of lack of oxygen and suffocation.

Although Nami took back her ability, she did not withdraw the cloud. If she was not treated in time, this person would suffocate to death in a short time.

Not far away, Jorah's face was extremely ugly. She kept throwing out clouds of smoke, which could turn people into works of art, such as murals or oil paintings.

If the attacked person could not quickly get out of the state of art, he would be assimilated by the ability in at most ten minutes, and then completely turned into a dead object.

This fruit can kill people invisibly, which is also very perverted.

Unfortunately, she met Nami.

All the smoke she sprayed was blocked by Nami's clouds. It didn't matter if those clouds became works of art, because they were the product of Nami's ability, not part of her body.

Moreover, the frequency and magnitude of the abilities released by both sides are not the same. Nami can easily use a lot to cover several streets, while even if Jorah's ability is used to the fullest, it can only affect one house at most.

Unconsciously, the clouds have completely surrounded Jorah, and she keeps releasing smoke, turning the surrounding clouds into oil paintings.

But there are too many clouds. Although she has tried her best, the activity space is still compressed by the clouds little by little.

"Get out of here! Heavenly Art!"

Jorah suddenly roared and opened his arms.

The surrounding clouds all changed in an instant and turned into a super huge oil painting.

The oil painting fell to the ground, and Jorah put down his hands and panted violently.

"That's not enough? It's really not possible without domineering. Without domineering, you can't even catch the corner of my clothes."

Nami chuckled and walked out of the clouds, step by step towards Jorah.

In fact, Jorah's attack can threaten her, as long as the smoke can killNami was hit, but Nami had created a huge amount of clouds in advance, turning this place into a sea of ​​clouds. Jorah's pitiful smoke was meaningless.

"Asshole, who are you?"

Jorah glared at Nami and asked fiercely.

"We? Well, we are just a group of sea rangers who are not used to doing evil."

Nami swung her right hand, and the short stick in her hand broke free and turned into a three-section stick.

She held two of the sections and began to swing the last section.

The surrounding clouds gathered at the top of the three-section stick, and the stick passed through the clouds, and electric currents quickly wrapped around it. Soon, the high-speed rotating three-section stick drew a lightning circle in the air.

"Patrolman? Can't stand evil? Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to control us!"

"Qualifications are not something you can talk about. We have the ability and strength. Of course, we can control us if we want to. If you are not convinced, you can resist. Oh, I forgot, you are not my opponent."

Nami showed a contemptuous smile.

"You bastard! Go to hell! Destructive art!!"

Jora roared, pushed his hands flat, and sprayed a large cloud of smoke.

This is the most smoke she has released since the two sides fought. In a short period of time, it has actually formed a scale like a wave.

But it's a pity...

"I told you, this kind of attack is useless to me!"

The cloud behind Nami suddenly surged forward and collided with Jora's smoke.

The smoke dissipated, the cloud fell to the ground, Nami passed through it, and instantly came to Jora.

The nunchaku, which had accumulated enough electricity, suddenly shrank and turned into a short stick again. Nami held the short stick and stabbed it hard on Jora's belly.

The next second, thunder flew wildly.

"Ah ...