Pirate's Strongest Emperor Deputy Mr3

Chapter 61 Bet on the Name of Mr3
The climate in the sea area of ​​the new world is strange and changeable. One second of clear sky, the next second may usher in a terrifying thunderstorm.

Under the deep dark clouds of lightning and thunder, a huge naval warship was driving in the waves, and the speed of the forward was still stable despite the continuous beating of the violent storm.

Right in front of the navy warship's pursuit route, there is a pirate ship that is very small in comparison.

"Lieutenant General! The pirate ship that Hawkeye boarded turned around and came towards us. Come on, it's not only Hawkeye, but also Bai II and Bucky the Clown!!"

On the observation deck of the warship, the frightened young sailor trembled.

Looking through the monocular in his hand, I saw three figures with different physiques standing proudly on the small pirate ship in the distance.

Standing on the left is Edward Weibull, who is holding a jet-black knife with a silly face;

Standing on the right is Hawkeye Mihawk with a black cross on his back and sharp pupils like an eagle;

And standing in the middle, the body is completely supported by the inflated red robe, and the clown's face is full of arrogant and arrogant Bucky!

The moment the young sailor looked through the lens of the monocular and looked at the pair of eyes that exuded terrifying and murderous light, he was so frightened that he trembled all over, and the monocular in his hand fell to the ground with a "thump".

"Ha? Aren't these two Qiwuhai pursued by other navies? Why did they all get mixed up?"

Standing on the deck of the warship is the Vice Admiral of the Naval Branch wearing the cloak of justice, known as Strange Fist Jakes (original).

"Lord Lieutenant General, otherwise, let's retreat first, if with them, with them..."

Before the sailor could finish speaking, Lieutenant General Jakes swung a big fist and scolded: "We have a secret weapon SSG, what's there to be afraid of?"

"The rule of this world is that the navy catches pirates, how can there be a navy that is chased by pirates in turn?"

"Who do you think Lao Tzu is? Speed ​​up and pull the boat over for me!"

With the order of the Vice Admiral, a fierce battle is about to break out in this turbulent sea!

……

On the other side, the three-pillar roundabout.

On the empty street on the east side of City C, Mr3 stood side by side with Hancock and Aiyasha, quietly waiting for Crocodile's arrival.

"Brother 3, will that Crocodile really come over as promised?" Aiyasha, who was wearing a black wallet, couldn't help but ask.

Aside from the fact that he was injured in yesterday's battle, the current combat effectiveness of the Crocodile camp is far weaker than theirs.

(In her opinion, the strength of the idol Mr3 is not weaker than that of Crocodile)

Smart people will definitely think about running away, how can there be a reason to take the initiative to send them to the door?

"Others may not be able to tell, but that man will definitely come." Mr3 replied calmly.

With Lao Sha's arrogant and unrestrained temper, it is absolutely impossible to escape with his tail between his tails before he is completely beaten!
That's not how he should behave.

"Oh." Aiyasha nodded heavily.

Although she doesn't know a lot about Crocodile, the 3rd brother said so, it's definitely not wrong!

At this moment, the end of the street set off a billowing yellow sand.

In this dusty sky, two figures walked slowly, revealing their wild and unruly faces.

It was Crocodile and Daz Bowness in black suits!

Perhaps it was because he knew that low-end combat power could not play any role in the face of Hancock, who possessed a domineering look, so Crocodile did not bring many of the younger brothers stationed on the three-pillar ring island.

"Yo, Lao Sha, today's hair is neatly combed."

Mr3 said hello to Crocodile who was approaching.

This outlet is full of shrimp and pig hearts, poking at Crocodile's sore spot.

Crocodile was wearing a brown coat that blew in the wind behind his back, and as always held a large cigar to his mouth.

The unique handsomeness and charm of the sand crocodile are displayed all the time in the smoke ring.

Of course, the premise is not to deliberately ponder the...high-heeled shoe prints that still remain on his side face.

"In two years, your strength has not improved much, but your courage and eloquence have changed a lot, Mr3."

Crocodile was smoking the cigar in his mouth leisurely, unaffected by Mr3's words.

"Why, do you still want to hide behind this woman, Hancock, to fight the so-called 'decisive battle' today?"

In the end, it was the old fried dough sticks in the new world, and he sneered at Mr3.

Mr3 snorted coldly.

This kind of low-level taunt might be useful to those fools who are prone to rushing blood, but for him with a thick skin, it doesn't hurt or itch!
Just as he was about to speak, unexpectedly, a roar filled with anger suddenly sounded beside him.

"You bastard, what the hell are you talking about? How dare you say that Brother 3 is still alive?!"

Ayasha drew her knife angrily, and assumed a stance that she was about to rush up to chop Crocodile.

Mr3 raised his hand to cover his face and sighed heavily: Well, there are really hot-blooded idiots here...

"Calm down, Ayassa."

After reaching out to stop Aiyasha, he slowly raised his head and looked at Crocodile, who was biting a cigar and looked calm.

"Old Sha, you were injured in yesterday's battle. Now, at most, you only have [-]-[-]% of your strength at your peak. Why should you accept a decisive battle?"

Hearing this, Crocodile was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"So what? If I have to submit to power just because of this trivial matter, what kind of man is that?!"

On the surface, what he said was sonorous and powerful, but what he wanted to say most in his inner monologue was, "Fuck your mother, if I don't accept it, you will not do it"? !

For the sake of this, Mr3 doesn't plan to spend any more words.

Under the goggles, the fighting intent that gradually burned in the depths of the pupils directly ignited the 3-shaped hairstyle on the top of the head!

"As expected of the president I admire, this courage is truly overbearing. Then in response, this time, I will go all out without reservation!"

"Come on! Before one of us falls, Hancock will never intervene, bet on the name of Mr3!"

hum!
As Mr3 stepped forward with a heavy step, fluid candles poured out crazily, covering an area with a radius of 50 meters in an instant!
"The field unfolds, candles..."

"Purgatory!"

(End of this chapter)