One Piece: Petrel

In this way, Peteo sailed with Zefa's team for a week. When the navy finally completed the mission, Peteo's injury was almost healed.

"Kid, if you put this on, it won't be good if you are discovered." Zefa casually threw his navy coat to Peteo. Obviously it was too long for Peteo. After Peteo put it on, There is still a large piece of it dragging on the ground.

Zefa didn't seem to want to care about Peteo. He walked straight to the village without even looking at her, and Peteo had no choice but to follow him blankly.

In order not to attract other people's attention, the only people who entered the village were Peteo and Zefa, while the rest of the navy were on standby.

Peteo walked out of the cabin where she last lived based on some vague memories. Before entering the house, a stench came out.

Petro was startled and rushed to the house. Lying in the middle of the hall was his father.

Huo Minggu's body had begun to rot. Sea bugs were crawling in his eyes. His skin had begun to swell due to the humid air, and his facial expression was distorted.

Waves of rancid smell flooded into Peteo's nose, coupled with Peteo's emotional collapse, she rushed out the door and retched.

Zefa, who had seen various scenes, could naturally understand He Zhu's mood at the moment. He decided to give Peteo time to calm down while he walked to the body and began to examine it.

The climate at the seaside was hot and humid, and the body decomposed very quickly. Judging from the degree of decomposition, it was almost a week since it was dead, which was exactly the time it took to find Peteo in the sea.

Soon, Zefa found the wound that caused the death of the deceased, a gun muzzle in the heart, and there was a gun on a cabinet next to the body. Zefa repeatedly compared the size of the bullet at the muzzle and determined that this A gun is a murder weapon.

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"Have you cried enough?" Zefa walked out of the room with a gun, while Peteo was squatting by the wall and sobbing.

Petro turned his head away from Zefa's expression, and then angrily wiped his tears with his sleeves.

"Look at this." Zefa threw the penis at Peteo's feet.

Peteo glanced at me and suddenly became excited.

"Where did you find it!" Peteo stood up quickly, clenched the gun in his hand, and repeatedly stroked the pattern on the gun.

This gun was so familiar. It was a birthday gift from her to Doflamingo, and Doflamingo always carried it with him.

"The man in the room was killed by the owner of this gun." Zefa calmly stated this fact, which was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Hezhu.

"Dover..." Petro's hand holding the gun suddenly trembled. Although Petro knew that Doflamingo had an extreme personality and that he would do something outrageous after she left, she didn't expect it. Dover would go so far.

As Doflamingo's sister, Peteo can more or less understand his thoughts.

It was the father's irresponsible choice that led to the fragmentation of the family. Although the entire responsibility cannot be placed on the father, the fact is undeniable.

"Admiral Zefa..." Peteo wiped away his tears and tied his penis around his waist. "Please let me join the navy. I want to become strong enough to protect the people I cherish!"

Pateo's eyes revealed unusual determination. She firmly believed that Doflamingo and Rosinandi must still be alive, and she wanted to find them.

"Hehe, kid, this world is not as simple as you think. Becoming stronger is not just a matter of words. A kid like you from a noble family should find a place to live quietly for the rest of his life." Zefa said slightly. Smiling sarcastically, he had heard words like Peteo's too many times. In the end, there were not many people who could truly persist in their original intention, let alone a weak little girl like Peteo.

"Mr. Zefa, I am serious." Peteo glared at Zefa angrily, without giving in.

"...Okay, of course I have no objection if you insist. I can train you into an excellent navy, but if you waver at all, then get out." Zefa waved his mechanical arm, still smiling. With derision.

"Of course, you will never be disappointed."