Pirates: Starting from the Decomposition of Everything

The roar of gunfire kept ringing in the ears, and swords and swords clashed with each other. As soon as the two sides exchanged blows, Krasson and his party were at a disadvantage.

Screams and roars echoed around Krasson, and Tomar's roar came: "Damn it, it's a trap from Baroque Studio. Protect Lord Krasson, let's rush out!"

Under the dark night, only the faint moonlight shines through the cover, illuminating a faint light in the chaotic battlefield.

Clason gritted his teeth and looked at the battle in front of him, his heart burning like a fire, and the flames of anger filled his chest.

But he was unable to question the people in the Baroque Studio loudly. There was a "bang" as bullets flew past him. Krasson pulled Tomar over and hid against a wall.

"Tomar, ask me what's going on!!"

Clason's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he roared in Tomar's ear, and he still had 1 puzzles in his heart!

They suddenly encountered such an attack, and everything seemed to be calculated by the other party.

No matter what, he was cooperating with Crocodile on behalf of Dover. How could he be in such a situation and be besieged?

Hearing Krasson's voice, Tomar raised his eyes and glanced around. When he saw Bones standing in the crowd, he shouted angrily, "Bonis, are you crazy? We are still cooperating with you on behalf of the joker boss, how dare you Attack us!!!"

Bang bang bang!

The only response to Tomar was the continuous burst of gunfire, and the whizzing bullets made it impossible for Tomar to get ahead.

"Cooperation?"

Seeing that Clason and others were suppressed, Bowness's arm began to turn into a blade, his eyes swept towards them coldly, and a low voice sounded.

"The cooperation between Sir and Joker will naturally continue. As for you. Clason, Mr. Joker asked me to ask you, why did you betray him?"

"Dover!"

Clason, who was originally filled with anger, trembled after hearing these words.

He still doesn't understand that all this was planned by Dover and Crocodile. The previous phone call was Dover's test of him.

What kind of gift from the world government, so coincidentally receiving the news about the traces of the black traders, was simply a multiple-choice question that Dover gave himself.

If he had gone to the port obediently, nothing would have happened tonight. But if he wanted to snatch the fruits of the operation, it would represent betrayal!

And the consequences of betrayal are like this!

Boom!

"This damn bastard!!!"

Krasson punched the wall hard, his eyes were bloodshot, he was completely played by Dover!

"There are more and more people, we don't have time, sir, we have to break out... Yes, over there!!"

Seeing more and more enemies surrounding them, Tomar glanced around, pointed at a dark alley not far away, and spoke hurriedly to Klason beside him.

After breathing heavily for a few times, Clason also knew that now was not the time to get angry. They had to break out in order to have a chance to survive.

Bang bang bang bang!

Forced to calm down, Krasson suddenly rushed out from behind the wall and fired all the bullets in his pistol.

"Everyone, break out! Rush out!"

Standing up, Krasson no longer concealed the fact that he could speak. He shouted loudly, leading Tomar and several others towards the unblocked alley in the direction pointed by Tomar. .

boom -

A roaring explosion sounded!

"Rush, follow the adults and leave, don't fight with them!" someone shouted loudly.

Someone among the people following behind threw a grenade, and a violent explosion exploded on the battlefield. The fire blew up a cloud of dust, and black smoke obscured the vision.

"Stop them and don't let any of them escape!"

Bonis, who had been eyeing Clason for a long time, shouted to the surroundings. When he saw the other party rushing out, he squinted through the black smoke, and his whole body turned into lightning and rushed out.

"Hmph! It's not that easy to run away!"

Bowness's arm turned into a steel knife, and he kept waving it in the crowd. The sharp blade was like two silver lightnings. As he thrust forward, wherever the sword passed by, a handful of blood would spill out.

Several people were slashed and killed by him, leaving a bloody path.

"Stop him! Protect Lord Clason!"

"Go to hell! Damn that guy!!"

Bang bang bang!

Dangdang Dangdang!

Seeing how brutal Bonis was, all of his subordinates opened fire one after another and stepped forward to block him with long knives, protecting Krasson from leaving.

Clason gritted his teeth, not daring to stop in the face of the pursuit. His ability unfolded and enveloped everyone in silence, and he silently moved through the dark alleys.

But Crocodile had already arranged a trap, so how could he let his prey escape easily?

As Bowness took action, the strong men on both sides also began to show their abilities and take action!

"Want to escape? Hey hey hey, look at my candle wave!"

When Mr.3 saw everyone wanting to run away, as the owner of the Wax Fruit, his hands instantly turned into wax, and countless wax liquids surged out like liquid.

The dripping wax turned into a wave and headed towards the enemy in front of him. The thick wax covered the ground, and the feet of Krasson's people would be stuck if they were not careful.

Many of the people in the field who were still shooting and blocking had their feet sealed in place with wax. Then gunshots rang out and they were killed on the spot!

"Ah! Shemale Boxing Technique·Gorgeous Swan Dance!"

Not only him, but following Mr. 3's attack, Mr. 2's von Clay and other cadre-level members, and several ability users also used their abilities to kill Krasson and others, following Bonis's attack. behind.

Fon Clay kicked one of Classon's men away, and he was taking swan steps on tiptoes, stepping on the wall and the crowd to catch up. Suddenly, a knife shadow suddenly appeared from the side, and the silver sword light flashed past. .

The sudden slash of the blade made his pupils shrink suddenly, and his body bent down to dodge as if it had no bones. But even so, the sharp blade made a 'tearing' sound, and the very funny-looking swan on him was ripped away. Take the clothes and cut them open.

A tall, fat man with two small beards came up to him, holding a scimitar in both hands. The arcuate scimitar was in his hand, and his movements turned into afterimages. His flexible figure could not tell that he was a fat man. !

Not only him, but also a young man with yellow hair holding a spear and shooting with excellent marksmanship. He held a dagger and moved like a ghost. The shadow flickered across the enemy with the blade, and a decadent man sealed his throat with a knife.

After fighting together and surviving the initial chaos, the group of people under Krasson also showed their strength.

But no matter how strong he is, he can't resist the siege of hundreds of people.

Even if several people blocked Crocodile's powerful cadres, in just a short period of time, nearly half of the dozens of people brought by Krasson's men were killed or injured.