Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

"How could this be?"

He Ling looked at the pirates lying in a pool of blood.

Sherlock opened the game vision and checked their health bars one after another. Although their HP had dropped a lot, they were not dead yet, they had just temporarily lost their combat power.

As expected, they are all thick-skinned pirates, who can be easily killed by hot weapons.

But the same cannot be said for these civilians. Their HP dropped to 0 and they died very completely.

Sherlock looked sideways at the unusually calm Corps Commander Killua Roca.

HP: 3000 (Superman Extreme)

Skills: Art of Sacrifice, Wisdom

Devil Fruit: none

Power value: 10000+

Unexpectedly, this guy's power level is actually higher than his own. Although his power level cannot explain everything, it also reflects his combat ability to a certain extent... Sherlock frowned.

"Commander of the Corps, Lord Beloved must come in."

Guardsman report.

Killua Roca said without regret:

"Lord Beloved, although you brought this group of outsiders, they are too unruly and they are forced to do so."

The smoke from the explosion dissipated.

Most of the 80 prisoners were safe and sound, but their HP had dropped a little.

Sherlock noticed that Crocodile and Mr. 1 were not there, and he guessed that these two people were looking for the historical text.

The HP of these prisoners was astonishingly high, even higher than that of Lauberon.

HP is above 10000.

The power value is around 9000.

Did he really create these people?

No matter how you look at it, it's much better than Lauberon!

In other words, he just wants such a group of people to appear and break the peace of the city, regardless of whether he can recover it. In short, the more chaotic it is, the more he likes it.

This kind of scum cannot see others being happy.

When others are happy, he seems to lose the meaning of existence.

Laubran, I see right through you.

Sherlock covered half of his face, walked over, and helped Rao Bolun up.

"do you died?"

"Captain, I'm still alive."

Robert Lau raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Even though the clothes on his body were in tatters, he still maintained a gentleman-like demeanor and combed his messy hair behind his head.

"So what did you wish for in the wishing fountain?"

"desire?"

Robert Lauron touched his chin, raised his face, and said slowly,

"It's not really a wish, I just feel that everything here seems so false and I want to break it. If a group of death row prisoners who are as powerful as the captain appear, maybe this place will become interesting."

"So these people are targeting me?"

Sherlock swallowed, was he going to fight 80 of himself?

This is pushing the envelope, right? !

No wonder when Sherlock saw this group of prisoners, he felt that each one was equivalent to fighting an earth dragon.

"Isn't their presence interesting?"

Lauberon spat out a mouthful of blood as he spoke, and his HP dropped by 50 again.

Pipisia gave him a thumbs up:

"You're such a good assist, better than me!"

Lauberon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"But taking hostages, that's not what I thought. These guys are so powerful that they don't need to take hostages. I'm afraid it's just for fun."

Lauberon analyzed it with an innocent expression on his face.

At this moment, Sherlock had the urge to finish him off with a punch: "You pursue excitement, do you want me to pay for it in the end?"

"Captain, actually, we can choose to leave here and let this city fend for itself."

Laubran said with a smile.

"What about the people who can't get out?"

Sherlock thought of the pirates who had completed the wishing ceremony. Although they each had their own shortcomings, they undoubtedly followed him wholeheartedly, and there was no reason to abandon them here.

"If they can't go out, that's their choice. People always have to bear the consequences of their own choices. The captain doesn't have to mind."

Roberto adjusted his tie and began to regret the shattered cup of coffee.

"Lauberon, I know you have always had no moral bottom line."

Sherlock's face darkened and he said word by word,

"But remember, my bottom line is what I stick to."

"what?"

Laurent was stunned, his eyes suddenly full of expectation.

"Leave evil to your enemies and give your only goodwill to your friends. If you can't do this, you are not suitable to be my partner."

Sherlock said seriously.

Lauberon hesitated for a second, then he bent slightly and put his hands on his chest.

"My respected captain, is this the justice you believe in? If so, I am willing to follow, even if I am an evil devil in my heart, but I will leave the only goodwill and loyalty to you, just let me follow you , to stand on the top of the world, this is my ambition, please forgive me for my recklessness this time, and fulfill my ambition."

"It's not an example."

Sherlock slowly stepped forward, helped Hall up, and handed him to Colm.

"Take care of him."

Colm nodded. Melby and Herling checked the injuries of their companions on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were not fatal.

After listening to Sherlock's remarks, Killua Rocka paused and took the initiative to speak:

"Guards, carry the injured down for treatment. They are all friends of the Beloved."

"As ordered!"

The guards carried all the pirates down.

Lauberon shook his head and sighed secretly.

"Can you protect your guard?"

Sherlock turned his head and looked at Killua Roca.

Killua Roca nodded slightly:

"Lord Blessed One, do you mean that there is no need for guards to intervene in the upcoming battle?"

"Yes, quit. What happens next is not something they can bear."

Sherlock took off his hat and coat and placed them in Herring's hands.

"Go find Crocodile, Mr. 1, and Bishop Bales."

When Sherlock first saw Bells, he felt that this guy was unfathomable.

In any case, if you let your God of War have 80 prisoners of the same level as him, the success rate is basically infinitely close to 0. At this time, it is correct to call in capable people.

But Lauberon, Melby, Herring and Colm, who don't have Devil Fruit abilities, are not suitable.

Sherlock could clearly see the blood tank above their heads, which was not enough to fight.

"The Bishop will not come over. He has not walked out of the Cathedral of Holy Light for 30 years."

Killua Roca reminded.

"No, he will come."

Sherlock also handed the brass key of Sister Bueno to Herring, "Give this to him."

Killua Roca looked at Sherlock in confusion. He didn't know why Sherlock was so confident, but what's the use of the Archmaster who has been blind for many years?He didn't understand.

In all the years Killua Roca had been a commander, he had never seen the Archbishop leave the church.

Killua Roca is an indifferent person. Even when facing civilians, he feels that order is above all else, which cannot be reflected in peaceful times. When he encounters real danger, it can be seen from his attitude towards the hostages.

In order to quell the riots as soon as possible, he will do whatever it takes to restore the city's previous calm.

"My lord, I'll help you."

Killua Roca tells the guards to retreat behind the cordon, leaving the city square to Sherlock and the prisoners.