Pirates Into the Navy

"Guardians of Alabasta" Barbarossa repeated the words of the masked man. Even the most ignorant people have heard that the patron saints of Alabasta are jackals and eagles, not a mysterious man wearing a mask. .

Pretend to be a ghost.Barbarossa held the knife in front of him with a sneer on his face. He had seen enough of this kind of person in the Grand Channel.No matter which sea area they enter the Grand Line from, those weak pirates have one thing in common. They like to use this method to hide their true identity. What's more, they even say that they were once members of the Pirate King's ship and were killed by Barbaro. The shaman's face was full of anger, and he happily sent it away with a knife.

"Where are my men?" Barbarossa looked around the masked man, but did not find any familiar figures.A sense of absurdity arose in his heart. There was no fire in the darkness. How could those idiots find anything?

Could it be that they all hid after hearing the sound, waiting for the opportunity to attack Barbarossa from behind, who is invincible? Is there any need for a sneak attack?

"If that's what you're asking about." The masked man chuckled and suddenly moved his toes, and a huge figure flew towards Barbarossa.Barbarossa dodged sideways, his figure rolled forward, and finally hit the door opposite.

A scream came from inside the house.

This is a combatant of the Red Beard Pirates, and the bounty is 1500 for Berry's Purple Beard.

"There are 12 people like this lying inside." The masked man who called himself V still had a calm tone, but Barbarossa always felt that there was deep ridicule underneath the smiling mask.

It didn't take more than 2 minutes from when he looked away to when the masked man appeared. Within these 2 minutes, all his subordinates were killed. What a joke. Crocodile's visit in person was nothing more than that.

He must have accomplices, and there must be a back door behind this store. Although no sound can be heard, Barbarossa can be sure that there are at least hundreds of people hiding in the darkness.

It is not a skill to bully a small number with more people.There was a dull pain in the tiger's mouth where Barbarossa held the sword, indicating that his heart was not as peaceful as it appeared.He had to find a way, he had to find a way, he was desperately stirring up the few brain cells he had left.

If he can't escape quickly, Crocodile will definitely not let him go, but if he just runs away, what will happen to these treasures? How can I sail the ship without my subordinates? Barbarossa's forehead is sweating.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration.

The guardians of Alabasta, all the righteous people who claim to be guardians, must be afraid of this move. Barbarossa turned around, spread his arms more than two meters, and hugged the children who could not dodge in his arms.

He was not a gentle person, and the child he held had a red face and couldn't breathe at all.

"Hand over the treasure." Barbarossa said proudly.

"My men must have filled many bags. Every time you throw one out, I will let one kid go." There were a total of 8 children in his arms.

"The lives of these brats are in your hands, or are you determined to take all the treasures as your own regardless of their life and death?" His smile was a little arrogant, and he continued to use his arms.In this world, the righteous are restrained in every possible way, while the unjust are rampant.

Under the mask, Al's eyes became extremely sharp, and the red-bearded smile froze. He felt as if he was being targeted by a sniper rifle, and he had goosebumps all over his body.

"Yes," Al said solemnly, "Not only that, I will also give you a crew member. A bag of treasures, a crew member for a child, it is a good deal."

If you really want to sleep, someone will give you a pillow. Barbarossa shook his head. It must have been an illusion just now.

"The first bag, Alabasta's special sorbet." Al held the pirate's collar with one hand, held the bag full of sorbet with the other, and threw it at Barbarossa at the same time.

"I don't want ice cream, I don't lack water." Barbarossa was about to regret it when he suddenly changed his mind. A teenage boy fell from his arms and rolled twice on the ground before barely stopping, gasping for breath. Rough.

"I want treasure, I want treasure," Barbarossa shouted loudly.

"What a pity. For people who often walk in the desert, water is the most precious thing." Al replied.

"Hey, hey, wake up!" Barbarossa kicked the crewman in the face. How long had he been pretending to be dead?

"The second bag, specially made toys from Alabasta." Barbarossa was not even interested in opening the bag. Veins popped up on his neck and he said angrily: "You have to tell me several times. I only want the treasure. Do you want to kill a kid?" clear"

"Look carefully," Al said in a calm voice, "these toys are not cheap."

Barbarossa opened the bag hesitantly, his eyes straight.The bag is filled with toys that look like jackals, eagles, sea cats and crocodiles. The most important thing is that they are all made of pure gold.

The golden light made Barbarossa unable to move his eyes away. After a while, he reluctantly looked away and looked at the masked man, even forgetting that there was an extra crew member beside him.

"Quickly, next one" he said anxiously.

"Let them go first." Al snapped. Barbarossa let go of one hand, and the three children fell from the air. They were not seriously injured at all.

"The other two are considered as deposits." Barbarossa quickly remedied.

"If you don't give me 8 bags of treasure, I will accept the life of the last kid."

Al ignored it and kept moving his hands.

"The third bag is full of berries, conservatively estimated to be [-] million."

"The fourth bag, special incense made in Alabasta, is worth as much as gold."

"The fifth bag..."

Sensing that things had changed, many civilians hiding in their homes walked out of their houses, watching with some trepidation how the situation would develop.Many people breathed a sigh of relief after discovering that the children were safe and sound.

Barbarossa's eyes were red, and his fishy saliva dripped onto the ground. He didn't even notice the children slipping away from his arms.But he still held the last child tightly in his left hand, the bravest leader holding a wooden stick.

"The last bag," El said after a pause, "is a treasure offered as a tribute to the Celestial Dragons as heavenly gold, a national treasure of Alabasta, and a world-famous spice."

"Every tael of spices is worth thousands of gold. As long as you have these spices, you won't have to worry about money for the rest of your life."

"Give me all of them quickly. These are all mine." Barbarossa couldn't bear it any longer and actually rushed towards Al.

Barbarossa and Al passed each other. Al had a child in his arms, and Barbarossa had a bag of spices in his arms. He kept walking and continued to rush towards the eastern port.

He knew this was his best chance to escape.

No need for crew or hostages. As long as I have so many spices, I can go to sea alone.

Al watched Barbarossa go away without any reaction. The child in his arms hugged Al's neck anxiously and pressed his head against his mask.

"Mr. V, we can't let him take away the spices. This is a treasure that we all made three years ago. It was originally intended to be presented to the king, but now..." The child's voice became lower and lower, as if he realized that he was talking to him. The savior was being unreasonable.

"Do you have a weapon?" Mr. V's gentle voice sounded in his ears, and the child handed over the wooden stick in a daze, with dried blood still on it.

"I, I only have this," she could face Barbarossa without flinching, but at this moment she burst into tears, "I have no weapons, none of us have weapons."

Al stroked the child's head and took the stick from her hand, only to realize that she was a girl with short hair.

"No, you have."

"The bravery in your heart is the most powerful weapon." As soon as he finished speaking, the rough wooden stick in Al's hand suddenly turned dark. The child was stunned. She didn't remember that she had iron tools at home.

"Sometimes, there are thousands of weapons in your hands, but they are not as good as the gun in your heart."

The masked man's voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it clearly.

Al's wrist trembled slightly, and the domineering wooden stick wrapped around the armed color shot out like a javelin, glaring at all directions, with the force of thunder, moving forward indomitably, it passed through the leather armor, passed through Barbarossa's huge body, and passed through him The hard long knife in his hand was nailed deeply into the high wall of Yudi.

"We are the Revolutionary Army."

"We are not enemies who subvert the kingdom, but warriors who protect Alabasta"

That night, all the civilians who were lucky enough to witness this scene had a slightly different image of heroes in their hearts.

All this is because of this extremely mysterious but extremely kind Mr. V.