Pirate Warring States Warriors

"They ran so fast."

In the early morning, Warring States looked at the vacated port. The large ship decorated with gold and white had already disappeared beyond the horizon.

"Then we can deal with those rats."

He stood at the top of a hillside, with a bustling town below.

Due to today's music celebration, the streets are crowded with people. It is still difficult to find pirates who can hide in such a complicated environment.

And in the distance that he didn't notice, Morgans was holding a phone bug in his hand and kept taking photos of the Warring States Period.

"This is big news"

As a birdman who wants to become the king of news, he will naturally not let go of this first-hand information.

The manuscript from last night has been written, and the title is "Navy Heroes Risk Their Lives to Conquer Demons"

The subtitle below is that Kamael Saint sheds tears, two or three unknown things about the Celestial Dragons.

Today's report is working day and night, once again on the front line of the Navy

As long as he can continue to report consistent reports, it will be difficult for him, Morgans, to rise up the newspaper staff.

When Morgans was obsessed with writing, the Warring States Period had already entered the town.

Passing through the bustling crowd, he and Karp entered the concert theater directly.

This was the warm-up phase of the concert, and there were already wandering singers from all over the place in the orchestra pit performing music and receiving flowers or rotten eggs before the start of the conference.

Warring States looked at the crowd, lowered his hat slightly, and calmly chose a hidden position.

Different from their usual clothes, in order to prevent the other party from escaping, they deliberately changed into civilian clothes.

"Hey, Sengoku, we are pretending to be disguised so others can't tell, right?"

As soon as Garp sat down, he yelled with his usual loud voice, which shocked Sengoku and immediately covered his mouth.

"Shhh, keep your voice down. I have carefully selected our clothes. They are very consistent with local clothes. There is no problem."

He is still very confident in the aspect of disguise. After all, he was a civilian in his previous life, but he has never been used to wearing navy uniforms.

The two of them sat low-key in the audience, quietly waiting for their target to arrive.

The people on the side looked at these two muscular office workers who were nearly three meters tall, and silently moved their seats to the side, leaving an empty circle around them.

........

In the small town of Abala, there is an exquisite loft.

A middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes wiped the sharp blade in his hand and carefully...cleaned the holes on it.

This sword has obviously undergone special adjustments. The center of the sword is hollowed out and the two sides are connected with metal wires.The rest of the body has multiple elongated diagonal holes.

The holes are inlaid with milky white hollow human bones.

The whole sword gives people the feeling of a combination of flute and orchestra.

This silent musical atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the sound of continuous footsteps on the stairs.

"Captain Tianlongren's ship went to sea overnight."

The person running up panting was a black-haired boy. Before the person arrived, the voice came up first.

"If the Tianlong people go to sea, what does that have to do with us?"

Fran Malone still spoke at the same slow and unhurried pace, quietly looking at the black-haired boy in front of him.

"But if the Tianlong people are gone, the navy on the island will probably come to us before the concert starts."

"You've also seen that bastard captain in the navy. He doesn't care about the rules here. He will definitely come to us in advance."

He tried hard to make the captain understand the danger of the current situation, hoping to make the captain give up his intention to continue playing.

"Going to sea is not the goal, but the process."

Fran Malone stopped what he was doing and stared quietly into the eyes of the black-haired boy.

"We all go to sea to pursue our dreams. Now that my dream is about to come true, how can I still do something as boring as sailing?"

Sailing....boring

Listening to these words that could be universally regarded as absurd, he suddenly felt that he had never understood his captain's inner world.

"I won't leave. As for you..."

"Titch"

"You're shaking, are you scared?"

Tiqi couldn't help but take a step back, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

Scared

How could he not be afraid of an enemy who could destroy a ship with just one hand?

And there are two enemies of this level.

Even you can only handle one person at most.

He was roaring violently in his heart, but remained silent on the outside.

"You can leave if you want. You are still young and have unfulfilled dreams."

Fran Malone turned away.

After a brief silence, there was the sound of slow, leaving footsteps.

"Wait a moment"

Teach's downward steps paused briefly. He turned around and saw the captain throwing a stack of thick books to him.

"I know what you are thinking about, kid. This is your reward."

"get out"

This is....

Marshall D. Teach took the stack of books with surprise in his eyes.

These are the physical, domineering and swordsmanship notes of the great pirate Zange Fran Malone, who has a bounty of nearly [-] million, as well as a devil fruit manual that he has longed for, which is rare on the market.

This time, the footsteps behind him did not stop, running hurriedly into the distance.

Fran Malone watched his last companion leave him and sighed slightly.

As early as his pirate ship was sunk by the navy, he had made plans in advance and disbanded the pirate group.

After all, this was supposed to be the last stop of his voyage.

However, I didn't expect that this time it would be another ending with the same meaning...

Everyone has different reasons for going to sea, and he is one of the few pirates who does not aim at wealth or strength.

What he looks forward to is to become a famous musician.

.......

He looked at Tiqi, who was stumbling away with his book in his arms, with unfathomable expectations.

This young man named Marshall D. Teach, according to himself, is a resident of the New World.

I don’t know how I reached the first half of the Grand Channel.

But he always feels that the other party's future achievements may not be low.

Moreover, tribesmen with "d" in their names always seem to be able to stir up trouble in this sea.

The king of the new world, Rocks, also has a d in his name.

After the preparations were completed, he slightly held the instrument in his hand.He looked towards the open-air orchestra pit not far away.

Among the crowded crowd, there was a blank circle.

Among them, two muscular men were sitting, looking anxiously around the orchestra pit, seemingly looking for a target.

Seeing this scene, even as an enemy, he couldn't help laughing.

"Are today's navy so stupid? If I hadn't been bent on seeking my own death, how could you possibly have caught me?"

"The audience is here, it's time for me to go and perform."

The great pirate Fran Malone took the final step to his own One Piece.

.......