Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Letson stuck out his tongue: "Originally, wind energy can be converted into power, but there is no wind here, so full automation cannot be achieved."

"so?"

Sherlock looked at Wrightson suspiciously.

Wrightson rolled up his sleeves and raised his arms to show off his familiar biceps: "I also designed a backup energy converter, but I need everyone's help."

"Backup energy converter?"

Sherlock followed Wrightson down to the lower level of the cabin and saw a row of devices similar to multi-person bicycles.

"Relying on everyone's movement to generate power can replace wind energy."

Wrightson excitedly demonstrated it himself, and Jin Hu also followed behind him, riding the bicycle together, looking very much like Erha, with his tongue hanging out and sweating, and he didn't want to get off.

Sherlock gave Wrightson a thumbs up: "That's it, Laubran, tell everyone to step on it."

Lauberon gathered the crew, a total of 22 people, and started riding bicycles, as if a group of muscular men had entered the gym, and they all chose the electric bicycle event.

"Where's Aaron?"

Sherlock asked deliberately.

"I didn't see him when I woke up. I guess he was taken away by Garp."

Laubran said.

Sherlock pretended to sigh and act like a big brother in front of the pirates.

"Brother, let's work together. There is strength in numbers."

Seeing Sherlock preparing to leave the cabin, Wrightson waved.

The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly, looking at the cabin that was filled with the feeling of a gym, and covering his chest: "The wound is open, I'll go take care of it."

"Captain, let me help you take a look."

The ship's doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and prepared to get off the bicycle.

Sherlock waved his hand: "No, I can do it myself."

What else the ship's doctor wanted to say was met with a sharp look from Wrightson: "Are you trying to be lazy?"

"No, no."

the ship's doctor said awkwardly.

Sherlock returned to the captain's cabin, took a shower, and took out the medical kit to clean his wounds.

He thought of the drama actor he had arranged for in Lipu Port. In order to avoid Meidi being suspected, he arranged for a person with a somewhat similar body shape and appearance to replace him. He continued to attend the baron's banquet and sent Meidi home to give up the idea. Navy concerns.

In fact, in the revolving restaurant, even if Mei Di didn't show up, he could escape unscathed. He had already made plans and arrangements. After all, he was now a wanted criminal with a high bounty on his head, and he was very unlucky. Everything must be done with caution.

The entire Lipu Port incident was under Sherlock's control, except for Garp who was unexpected.

But fortunately, I got wise and solved the problem.

If he was really going to be sent to Impel Down City, he really had no chance of escaping.

Leah D. Houston was a person with a particularly flamboyant personality. He was domineering at sea and offended not only official personnel, but also many pirates whose interests were harmed.

If Sherlock wanted to live a good life, he had to clean Houston's butt first, so he spent 6 years using the bounty hunter's intelligence network to collect all the information about these pirates.

This time, with the help of the navy, everything was done in one pot.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the Navy will be powerless against some pirates after receiving the information, but conservatively estimates that at least half of them can be wiped out.

Sherlock felt relieved instantly, but he didn't know whether the bounty would be awarded to him after the navy caught these pirates based on the information he provided. It was probably up in the air.

Sherlock enters the system and asks Pipicia, who is stealing Bailey's food.

I saw him holding a pot of green flowers and Bailey, eating happily. This scene was very strange.

"Gold-swallowing beast, if I provide information and the navy arrests someone, will the bounty be considered my wealth?"

Sherlock knelt down and asked.

Pipicia was startled and turned around to look at Sherlock: "You didn't even say hello when you came in. It scared us to death. If you do this again, I will ban you from entering."

"What you are eating is the Bailey I earned."

Sherlock picked up its ears, and Pipisia swallowed her saliva and said, "Forget it, forget it, as long as the navy catches someone based on the information you provide, even if the navy doesn't give you a bounty, the system will automatically increase it for you." Wealth value.”

Shylock's eyes sparkled, as if he had found the secret to making a fortune.

His intelligence network can be monetized. He only needs to sell other pirates' information to successfully earn wealth!No need to do it yourself!

It's best not to go anywhere when your luck value is less than 31.

After logging out of the system, he looked at the strawberry hairpins placed quietly on the white square table: "Thanks to little Lisa this time."

Sherlock recalled these two battles, whether it was the "shaving" performed by Navy Captain Kosius or Garp's iron fist, they all made him realize that the power of Devil Fruit is not omnipotent.

The Sixth Form of the Navy is interesting, I want to learn it!

Sherlock didn't know if this technique existed in the system, but he didn't see it in the primary mall. Maybe he wasn't level enough.

Sherlock stood up, walked out of the captain's cabin, and came to the deck.

"Lauberon."

"captain."

Robert Lauron appeared behind Shylock like a ghost, "What are your orders?"

"Bring me some shells."

Sherlock ordered.

He wants to get Houston's childhood back, including the skills that Karp taught him that he had never learned.

Shylock has to learn it.

Lauberon carried a box of cannonballs to the deck and looked at Sherlock with some confusion: "Captain, this is the ammunition you want."

Sherlock took off his coat, picked up a cannonball, imitated Garp's movements, and threw the cannonball.

"Fist bone meteorite".

The shells fell into the sea like meteorites and exploded.

The air flow generated after the explosion can spread for several miles.

This power and distance are far inferior to Garp's "Fist Bone Meteor".

Sherlock dropped the bomb again.

Lauberon looked at Sherlock in surprise: "Captain, you will learn it after just one look."

No, I didn't just watch it once, I watched it countless times... Sherlock answered in his mind.

From sunrise to sunset, Shylock was so tired that he slumped on the mahogany chair, and Robert Laubron brought him a cup of coffee.

"Have you added sugar?"

Sherlock asked.

Lauberon nodded: "Double the sugar."

Sherlock nodded slightly and took a sip of coffee.

After resting for a quarter of an hour, he left the deck, went to the training room on the second floor, and began to practice the "Iron Fist of Love."

In fact, it is a practice of armed color Haki.

Sherlock practiced all night and made no progress.

The next morning, he was so exhausted that he fell asleep. In his dream, he seemed to have returned to his childhood in Houston.

Garp is educating him with the iron fist of love.

His punching movements and methods were replayed in Sherlock's mind as if in slow motion.

Sherlock stood up suddenly and came to.

He continued to practice according to the method in his dream, but still failed.

Sherlock shook his head and sighed: "Old man, what is the problem?"

After everyone's tireless efforts, the Sinister stayed in the windless zone for a month and finally sailed onto the Grand Line.

On the first day of entering the Grand Line, everyone except Sherlock and Robert Lam were too tired to lift their feet, feeling that their legs were no longer their own.

Even the cook on the ship did not escape the fate of riding a bicycle. His fat belly lost weight and his whole body became slim.

"Brother, I suddenly remembered something important."

Wrightson sat with his legs crossed on the ground and touched his chin.

Sherlock raised his left eyebrow: "What?"

"I built a robot before. As long as it is installed with solar cells, the robot can pedal a bicycle and generate power."

Wrightson said.

Sherlock had actually known it for a long time, but he was willing to stay in the windless zone for a month until his luck level increased, so he simply didn't say it out loud. However, Wrightson was a brainless person and inadvertently helped himself.