Mr. 3 instantly felt his whole body turn cold.
The aura of death covered him. It was as if the person behind him would shoot without hesitation the moment he made a single move.
The other two were startled.
When had someone appeared behind them?
They had not noticed at all.
"Friend, I can cooperate. Please don't let your hand slip."
Mr. 3 raised both hands, showing that he was very cooperative.
Container, standing behind him, put away his gun and looked at the strange man.
"Our lord said you're a smart man, so don't do anything meaningless.
"Although the three of you are Devil Fruit users, if I want to kill you, it won't take much effort."
Mr. 5 looked disdainful.
He was a bomb man. Bullets could not harm him at all.
The moment he made a move, Container kicked out.
Bang!
Caught off guard, Mr. 5 was kicked in the chest and sent flying, crashing into a building.
Boom!
The house collapsed, dust spreading everywhere.
Container withdrew his leg, his face full of mockery.
"You really thought I only knew how to use a gun? Physical combat is also one of my hobbies."
Gulp.
The small thoughts that had just risen in Miss Valentine and Mr. 3's hearts were completely extinguished.
Container glanced at them.
The two quickly waved their hands.
"We'll cooperate. We'll cooperate. No need to trouble yourself."
The three walked toward the ruins. Container picked up the unconscious Mr. 5, not hiding his disdain at all.
"What a waste of such a good Devil Fruit."
The other two did not dare say anything.
Hadn't they seen their companion get kicked unconscious by this guy?
The strong decided what was true.
As they walked, Container casually fired his gun. Anyone trying to sneak up on him was picked off.
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
Container did not even turn his head. He looked like he was firing randomly.
But the two behind him felt their hair stand on end.
Every time this guy fired, someone behind them fell.
Sometimes the bullets even brushed past their cheeks, scaring them cold all over.
Container passed by Burgess.
"Yo, newcomer. Getting tired from just this? Don't disappoint our lord."
Burgess was panting heavily. Hearing that, he slapped his obsidian chest.
"Weehahaha! How could this little bit be my limit? The captain won't be disappointed."
Boom!
After saying that, Burgess charged into the crowd again to prove he was not weak.
"Ugh!"
Miss Valentine vomited.
As a young woman, she really could not handle this scene.
Mr. 3's face also looked bad.
After all, he had never experienced something like this either. His fighting style was elegant, not brutal.
Container, however, was already used to scenes like this.
In the Four Seas, which of their battles had not involved large-scale killing?
Who knew how many people they had killed?
The people of the North Blue had even given them a nickname.
The Dragon Slaughter.
Container led the two to the side of the ship and threw the man in his hand to the ground, then dropped to one knee.
"My lord, I've brought the people you wanted."
White Ghost nodded.
Container vanished from the spot in a flash.
Miss Valentine and Mr. 3 were watched by White Ghost.
In an instant, they felt an invisible pressure cover them, leaving them weak all over and unable to muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
"My lord."
The two quickly knelt, not daring to meet White Ghost's eyes.
That man's gaze was too terrifying.
He looked at them as if he were looking at dead people.
Just as the pressure was about to crush the two completely, White Ghost spoke.
"What did your boss send you here to do? Does that sand crocodile want to get rid of me?"
The two felt their hearts lurch.
They had been exposed?
And sand crocodile?
White Ghost continued,
"Isn't your boss that broken-backed dog of the Seven Warlords, Crocodile? You don't know?"
Mr. 3 shook his head, his face full of shock.
"My lord, we truly didn't know the boss behind us was Crocodile.
"A woman with the codename Miss All Sunday is the one responsible for contacting us."
Nico Robin?
The corner of White Ghost's mouth lifted.
He had to admit, that woman in the future truly had flavor.
The kind that gave people an appetite.
White Ghost was now considering whether to bring her onto the ship.
He had no interest in that so-called great treasure. He was only curious.
A rough plan formed in White Ghost's mind.
When the time came, he could simply let Wang Luffy lead the charge and see whether he could force out the World Government's trump cards.
Then White Ghost could observe from behind.
If Luffy won, he could have a proper talk with him. That guy had a careless personality and probably would not be too difficult.
If the World Government won, White Ghost would step in.
At worst, they would both break apart together.
If that still did not work, he could just turtle up again.
With Pure Gold in hand, many impossible things could become possible.
While White Ghost was thinking, the two below him were sweating coldly, their bodies trembling slightly.
They had no idea what their fate would be.
They had no thought of resisting at all.
That man earlier had knocked their companion unconscious with one kick, and he still had not woken up.
The person above them would only be worse.
Maybe with a flick of his finger, the two of them would go see their great-grandmothers.
"Hah… hah…"
Burgess, drenched in blood, dropped to one knee nearby.
"Weehahaha! Captain, I didn't let you down. They're all handled."
Hearing this, Miss Valentine and Mr. 3 trembled all over.
They secretly glanced back, then immediately pulled their gazes away.
The ground was covered in corpses.
Very few were intact. Most had been smashed apart by the large black man beside them.
Their fear deepened.
That great figure would not deal with them too, would he?
White Ghost pulled back his thoughts and glanced at the battlefield, then nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good. I'm satisfied. I didn't misjudge you."
"Weehahaha!"
After receiving his approval, Burgess laughed loudly, his face full of excitement.
This trip had truly not been wasted.
White Ghost looked toward the two trembling people beside him.
"My ship is still short a pastry chef and a strategist. Are you interested?"
The two froze.
They blinked, staring at him in disbelief, then immediately reacted and nodded hurriedly.
"Yes, yes, yes! My lord, we're willing."
The two did not hesitate at all.
Should they follow the person in front of them, or a Seven Warlord?
Even an idiot would know which choice to make.
They made their choice at once.
"Bring the one on the ground aboard too. His strength is a little lacking, but after some training, he can still become decent combat power."
White Ghost's ship left.
Half an hour later, the Marines stationed nearby arrived.
Looking at the corpses covering the ground, some soldiers who had never seen such a scene vomited on the spot.
The base commander took out a Den Den Mushi and finished reporting, then began leading people to clean the battlefield.
After all, among these corpses, some heads still had bounties attached.
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