The bloody sword hero of the pirate king

"Da da……"

Gurant's voice fell, and with the sound of crisp footsteps, four figures walked out of the shadows.

"Kendrick Howard."

Four figures in loose overcoats and masks stopped in front of Gurante.

"Do you have anything to explain about the dismantling of the house a year ago?"

The burly figure leading said in a deep voice.At the same time, a depressive aura emanated from them, pressing towards Gurante.

"Heh heh heh... is the kitten catching the tiger?"

Facing the oppressive aura that CP9 exuded towards him, Gurant couldn't help feeling amused.

They act like three-year-olds threatening adults with swords with sticks.

"The things you got from Franky are too heavy, be careful not to burn yourself."

Rob Lucci threatened that the other three were secretly preparing to do it.

"Are you going to do something to me?" Gurant noticed their small movements, with a civilized stick in his hand straight in front of him, and said in a cold tone, "Be careful what you gain is not worth the loss."

"According to the plan."

Rob Lucci's eyes stayed on the civilization stick in Gurant's hand for a moment, and ordered.

The three figures behind him didn't respond, they just spread out silently, walking around Gurant's body.

Their movements are very cautious, their breath is also very subtle, and they are in a very serious state.

In fact, before deciding to arrest Gurante, they did a lot of investigations into the dismantling of the house.

The person who can slice off the coast near the dismantling house must be of extraordinary strength, at least a swordsman.

As they walked around, they observed Gurant's attire.

Especially the Civilization Stick, which is much longer than ordinary Civilization Sticks.

If you look carefully, you can find that the length and size of this civilized stick are the same as the scabbard.

Furthermore, if it is an ordinary person, there is no need to do so many disguises.

It can be judged that the person in front of him must be very famous on the great route, so famous that others can recognize his identity just by his appearance.

On the Great Route, there are only a handful of swordsmen who have outstanding strength and are so famous that ordinary people can recognize them.

Without exception, they are all strong.

So Rob Lucci decided to go against Spandam's orders.

In this mission, the goal of the mission will be changed according to the strength of the target. If the opponent is not as strong as them, they will be arrested.

If the opponent is too strong, it is only necessary to expose his true colors, and then carry out arrests through the navy and the world government, and then carry out assassination operations by the higher-level spy organization.

After all, they are agents, not dead soldiers.

"blow!"

After sorting out his thoughts, with a piercing sound, four figures turned into phantoms and appeared in the front, back, left, and right sides of Gurante, attacking his eyes, spine, neck, and abdomen with finger guns, haze feet, and iron blocks respectively.

But before their attack arrived, they clearly saw that Gurant's body seemed to shake for a while, and afterimages appeared around his body inexplicably.

"Boom!" x4

The next moment, there was a muffled loud noise in the air, and the four figures attacking Gurant disappeared suddenly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Accompanied by four consecutive loud noises, four human-shaped wall holes appeared on the walls around the dock, and the four CP9 who attacked Gurant just now were embedded in the walls of the dock like relief artwork.

The limbs and upper bodies of the four people were all embedded in the wall, only their heads were exposed, hanging low in the air.

"Tick..."

Gu Zhuo</span> strands of blood condensed on his drooping chin and dripped to the ground.

"Da da……"

Gurant walked to one of the "reliefs" with clear steps, raised his left arm, reached out to hold the mask, and lifted it off.

"cough……"

The owner of the mask couldn't help coughing, a little blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, revealing a face with strange eyebrows and beard, it was Rob Lucci.

Gurant pinched Rob Lucci's chin, lifted it up, and faced himself.

The deep eyes pierced Rob Lucci's pupils through the holes in the mask, instantly waking up the consciousness in his mind that was drowsy due to the blow just now.

"The strongest genius in CP9800 years, is that all?"

Gurant looked down at him condescendingly, and a strong sense of oppression emanated, shaking Rob Lucci's heart.

"who are you?"

"cough……"

Rob Lucci endured the severe pain in his body, and spoke intermittently. As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and coughed out a large mouthful of blood, which splashed onto the ground.

"You're going to die."

Gurant retracted his left hand pinching his chin, took out a red handkerchief, and slowly wiped the blood on his fingers.

The blood from the fingertips stained the handkerchief, making the red handkerchief even more vivid, as if fresh blood had just flowed out of the body.

"Who are you?"

Rob Lucci lowered his head feebly, he no longer had the strength to raise his head, and he had exhausted all his strength just to speak.

"I give you two options."

Gurant did not intend to answer his question, but said this sentence.

"Either I will throw you into the sea to die silently, or I will bring you back to life and work for me from now on."

Rob Lucci endured the severe pain from all over his body, feeling the terrifying aura overflowing from Gurant's body, cold sweat and blood mixed from his cheeks.

"I... am... justice..."

Even so, Rob Lucci still had justice in his mouth.

"Is justice more important than your life?"

"Or, do you think those filthy, corrupt and depraved Tianlong people are justice?"

Gurant said in a cold tone.Rob Lucci didn't answer, because he didn't have the strength to speak now, and he tried his best to stay awake.

"Or, are you willing to trade your companion's life in exchange for the so-called justice in your mouth?"

Hearing this, Rob Lucci tried to raise his chin, scanning the dock with blurred vision.

A man of unknown origin stood in front of himself who was seriously injured and dying, and the other three CP9s also looked dying, embedded in the wall like reliefs, without making a sound.

"Your... purpose..."

Rob Lucci raised his head with difficulty, and managed to utter three words, but it was not what Gurant wanted to hear.

"Pfft!"

Rob Lucci, who was waiting for Gurant's answer, only felt a sharp pain in his chest and looked down.

He saw a black civilized stick stick straight into his chest like a sharp sword, and the blood quickly stained his chest and clothes red.

"Pfft!"

There was another soft sound, and the civilization stick was pulled out from his chest, leaving a blood hole the size of a baby's fist. He could even feel the sea breeze blowing from outside the dock, blowing into his body through the blood hole on his chest, Blowing at his broken heart that had stopped beating.

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