One Piece Tulip Family

As the night grew darker, patches of cloudy clouds drifted away with the wind, inadvertently covering the bright moon, making the already hazy moon dim a bit, and the cold wind was chilling. Except for the Michel family headquarters in the central area of ​​Portland Island, which was still brightly lit, other places had fallen into dead silence, except for the sharp and long howling left by the passing cold wind.

The wind seems to be more and more fierce. The coastal areas even rolled up a large piece of wind and sand, and the eyes were full of sandy fans. The dim dright gravel covered everything. Even the video of the video telephone insects became blurred. It only saw a little hazy black shadow. Unfortunately, the soldiers who were responsible for the monitoring picture at the Michelle family headquarters had long been fighting. Sleeping, I didn't care about this. It was also the Michelle family Chengping for many years. The guards here have lost their demeanor.

In the Hawaiian Islands, who dares to come to the headquarters of the Michelle family, one of the four major powers, to seek death?
It was not one or two people who thought this way, but the pride that the Michelle family had brought to family members for many years of being strong in the Hawaiian Islands. Even the patrolling soldiers believed in it.

"Bah! What the hell kind of weather is this? It's freezing cold, and there's a sandstorm in the middle of the night. This patrol will cost half your life. Captain, it's not going to work like this. Bah, bah, bah...how about we find a place to hide?"

Near the coast, a group of heavily armed soldiers was patrolling against the sea wind. When the wind and sand came together, they were the first to suffer. Some soldiers complained to the captain in front of them while spitting out the sand that had been poured into their mouths by the strong wind.

"Damn it, I've never encountered such a hellish weather! This thief, I'm afraid he's going crazy?"

The tall captain at the head frowned, glanced at the subordinates who were messing around shaking the sand, cursed viciously, and said in a vicious voice: "Complaining is useless, keep going, I will buy you a drink when the patrol is over."

Perhaps it was the captain's cursing that cut off the lazy thoughts of the patrol soldiers, or perhaps the good wine after the patrol aroused their enthusiasm a little bit.

However, none of them noticed that there seemed to be more and more sand floating around them, and the sand mixed in the wind and sand silently condensed into countless dense sand bombs.

Sand exposure, sandstorm and rain
There seemed to be a soft drink in the wind and sand all over the sky, and in the next moment, countless sand bombs hidden in the wind and sand were fired at the patrol team like bullets out of the chamber, as fast as the wind and as dense as rain.

puff!puff!puff!puff!puff!puff!puff……

The piercing sound of blood splashing was endless, and it lasted for a full minute. It seemed like a century, and the stormy sand bomb attack finally stopped. Unfortunately, the patrol team that had been struggling in the wind and sand had long since disappeared, leaving only bloody humanoid flesh on the ground exuding a strong bloody smell, which made people want to vomit.

The surrounding wind and sand seemed to have gradually stopped, and a group of figures suddenly appeared in the bloody air. The young man with the big gourd on his back lightly sniffed the bloody smell in the air, and showed a wicked smile that he enjoyed. Feeling the message from the slowly circling sand in his palm, he nodded in satisfaction and said: "Okay, the nearby patrols have all been dealt with."

"As expected of Gaara-sama, you are so reliable. No matter how many times you have witnessed such an astonishing assassination method, it is still frightening!"

Seeing that another patrol team was killed by Gaara cleanly, someone behind him sighed sincerely, even Kisame Kisame, who was the captain, was a little surprised to see Gaara's performance, not to mention the other members of the raiding team.

The mummy ghost shark and Gaara are leading a large fleet with more than a hundred warships. However, although the Tulip family has expanded rapidly during this period and subdued many large and small forces under their command, they have not had time to reorganize and organize into a complete combat force. When the offensive was frustrated, Kisame suggested that the fleet could be parked not far from Portland Island. He and Gaara would lead a team of strong men to raid Portland Island and attack the headquarters of the Michelle family. After paralyzing the command system of the Michelle family in one fell swoop, the large fleet would launch a full-scale attack. This would also ensure their own overall victory. This is why this raiding team was the first to land on the island.

Those who can be selected into the raid team are all powerful people, not the captains or elite combatants of various pirate groups, or the leaders or cadres of major forces. Each of them is a strong person with a reward of more than tens of millions, and there is no lack of them. I have a more intuitive understanding of the power of the Tulip family.

As soon as Gaara approached the coastline, Gaara manipulated the sand to form a sandstorm covering a relatively large area. With the cover of the wind and sand, it concealed the surveillance of all video phone bugs, and passed through the first line of defense of the Michel family without a sound. What is even more amazing is that the sandstorm is like Gaara's eyes. It can easily perceive the positions of all the patrols of the Michel family covered by the wind and sand. So much so that the raiding team has gone deep enough into Portland Island and has not been discovered by the Michelle family, and the whole process is completely Gaara's strength show alone.

"Go ahead, rush into the headquarters of the Michelle family in one go, and knock down all the high-ranking bastards of the Michelle family. My uncle's big sword is already hungry and thirsty."

Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, Dried Persimmon Kisame involuntarily licked the slightly dry corner of his mouth, and leaned the shark muscle saber in his hand on his shoulder, as if he could no longer restrain the bloodshed in his heart. "Tonight, our Tulip family is destined to shock the whole new world. Being able to join this bloody feast is enough for you to remember your lifelong luck."

The wind and sand whizzed forward, roaring forward, and the laughter of ghost sharks and night owls, and the members of the raid team were stimulated with enthusiasm, excitement, and murderous intent.