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Chapter 47, cooking oil on fire, intensifying!

[My name is Samuel and I am a pirate hunter.

Although I left my hometown for almost five years and only participated in two pirate hunter group encirclement and suppression operations, I did make a living doing this.

A few days ago, a guy named Black Earl appeared in the East China Sea. He claimed to have the ability to communicate with the dead and help people make up for their regrets.

Only after the situation became more and more intense and could no longer be controlled, the Navy issued a message saying that this was a lie and reminded everyone to be careful, so I know that this must be true.

So, I set off.

My first destination was a small village called Shuoyue Village. It was unremarkable. The only name that could be remembered was a dojo called Isshin-ryu.

I met a young man on the street. He claimed that he had never seen the "hypnotist" Zangao, but I could see through his eyes that he was lying.

So, I chose to follow him.

This is the... unfortunate beginning of everything.

Mom, I miss you so much.]

The next day, Shuangyue Village.

"Over there...over there, cough cough cough!"

Samuel's desperate cry echoed over Shuangyue Village in the early morning. It was heartbreaking and cruel, causing residents on the street to open their windows and watch curiously.

【Since yesterday, I have known a terrible fact, but the terrible thing is far more than that.】

"What a shame! I know where it is!"

Carrying Samuel on one shoulder, Sauron growled impatiently, then looked around with flinching eyes, and buttoned his hair.

"Strange, why does it feel like I've been to this place before?"

"Nonsense! This is...ahem...the fourth time!"

"impossible!"

Zoro retorted, then suddenly realized and slapped his palm.

"I know, it must be because I grew up in a village, so I feel familiar everywhere I look."

"No, actually...it's not~~~~!"

Before he finished speaking, under Samuel's desperate gaze, Zoro once again carried him and ran away, turning into the alley he had passed through three times.

How on earth did you do that?!

He wanted to grab Zoro by the collar and ask him.

It's possible to get lost in such a big town?!

I remembered that yesterday I followed him in the forest. He took him back and forth more than a dozen times on the same road. His feet had blisters and Samuel almost vomited blood.

At that time, he felt that the other party had discovered him and was deliberately playing tricks on him.

So he became angry and jumped out.

Then……

There's no after that.

He was beaten half to death.

Now he understands that it was a misunderstanding.

Because this guy is a complete super road idiot!!

[The real horror is that the owner of the Isshin-ryu dojo asked Lu Chi to take me to the medical center.]

Being held on his shoulders and staring at the gravel on the street, Samuel looked confused.

Will I be taken to the hospital alive?

Ah, Mom, I miss you so much.

Hiccup!

"No, he fainted. He needs to go to the hospital quickly."

Σ(?д?;)!!

"Yoshi!"

Sauron's eyes burned with fighting spirit, he squatted down in a starting position, and said confidently: "I thought of a shortcut, and this is it!"

Whoosh!

One ride to the end.



"Have you found a thumbs up?"

The cabin is dark and the lights are dim.

A black figure with an unclear face stood in front, and its huge size made Wallace tremble.

Hearing this, he replied.

"Yes, sir, it was discovered by a merchant ship under the White Pigeon Merchant Association. They kept in touch secretly without making any announcement. They waited until the destination and sent people out to contain him, but he still escaped."

Speaking of this, Wallace added, fearing that Lovett would be dissatisfied.

"But he can't run away."

"The Baige Chamber of Commerce has ordered the port to be blocked, and ships are patrolling along the island 24 hours a day, making it difficult for them to fly."

"In other words, he was trapped and died in Orange Town?"

Lovett drummed his fingers on his cane.

With Zangao's hypnotic ability, can he escape?

"I understand, you go down first."

Um?

Not ready to take action?

Wallace was a little confused.

Didn't you waste so much effort just to force Zang Gao out?

But he didn't dare to ask and nodded honestly.

"yes."

Waiting for him to leave, the cane drew an arc in mid-air and slammed down on the wooden board.

Boom!

The corners of Lovett's mouth turned up, and stars seemed to be gathering in his eyes.

"No matter how cunning the prey is, it cannot escape the clutches of the hunter... What choice will you make this time? Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel."

revenge?

That's inevitable.

But between revenge, there is a priority.

In more than a week, Lovett has only killed less than 30 souls from two pirate ships. It is a drop in the bucket for him now. The biggest disadvantage of being trapped in the East China Sea has begun to appear.

The scars on the soul are not the body and cannot heal naturally.

If he could stay in the East China Sea and achieve great success, and be cautious when going out, Lovett would naturally not be so anxious.

But unfortunately, it is not.

As the wound gradually heals, the nutrients that an ordinary person can provide him gradually cannot keep up with the strength of his soul. It is as burdensome as a character with a million hp at full level drinking a bottle of red medicine in Novice Village that restores ten points.

Of course, what is lacking in quality can be made up for by quantity.

But what will be the Navy's response?

The Vice Admiral of Tangtang's headquarters is still hiding in the East China Sea because of him. Lovett is very sure that when he lets go and hunts indiscriminately, the navy will definitely spare no effort to destroy him.

Leaving the East China Sea is inevitable and necessary.

"Roar!"

"I know that the current situation is not enough for him to come forward, but it will not be soon."

One day later, another coerced newspaper issued a notice.

"Black Earl" Francis Lovett said that he had already set off for Orange Town. Before he arrived, his promise to catch Zangao still counted, but if he caught Zangao by himself, the promise would be immediately void.

And there won't be a second chance until he has a new enemy on the run.

In an instant, some pirate hunters and careerists who were still waiting on the sidelines poured into Orange Town. Under this general trend, the entire East China Sea was boiling in flames and in chaos.



Rogue Town Naval Base, Flying Squirrel Office.

chaos!

Chaos!

The fact that Zangao was found so quickly was beyond the Flying Squirrel's expectation.

After all, he underestimated the power of the masses. With the intelligence network built up by the sea of ​​people, no pirate could escape.

"Report! Received notification from branch 77 that 'Shark' Miuka and 'Faceless Man' Xiao Hua are fighting for the right to land on the island!"

"The Creek Pirates attacked Branch 12. Branch 12 is in emergency, asking for support!"

"The residents of Orange Town have clashed with the pirates and are currently in a standoff!"

The small office was crowded, and all kinds of chaos broke out today. Lovett did not cause panic among the people as they hoped, but it caused chaos between the navy and the pirates.

The flying squirrel's collar had long been pulled open, his tie was hung on the back of the chair, and his clothes were wet with sweat.

"Have you found out the whereabouts of the Black Earl?"

"have no idea!"

“If it’s not found, it’s not found. I don’t know what’s going on?!”

The flying squirrel glared angrily, causing the messenger to break into a cold sweat.

He explained quickly.

"Currently there are 23 pirate groups gathered around Orange Town, and more than 50 pirate groups are rushing to the scene of the incident. The White Pigeon Chamber of Commerce refuses the navy's help in the name of the alliance treaty. The two sides join hands, and our intelligence personnel

There is no way to penetrate the defense line."

Orange Town seems to be isolated overseas and isolated, but in fact it also belongs to the participating countries. Not every country has a land area as huge as Alabasta. There are many who rule a sea area rather than an island.

"These greedy beasts!!"

Poof!

The flying squirrel slammed the table and stood up angrily.

"Report!"

Suddenly, another call sounded.

"explain!"

The flying squirrel shouted impatiently, looked up and found that the person coming was Smoker.

After this period of cultivation, Smoker has been basically recovered, and his vitality is simply inhuman. However, his head is still wrapped in a bandage, which has damaged his muscles and bones for a hundred days, and the growth rate of his bones is much slower than that of flesh and blood.

"The worst has happened, Lieutenant General."

Smoker did not get angry and said seriously: "Faced with so many competitors, some pirate groups who felt they were hopeless gave up on Zangao and turned to plundering towns!"

"...Among them, 'Hyena' Morey captured a small town called Embiphi near Orange Town three hours ago, massacred the residents, set fire to it, and the people... suffered heavy casualties."

"brute!!!"

Clang!!

The terrifying sound of the sword suppressed all the noise in the office, and the flying squirrel roared with red eyes.

"Does he still have humanity?!"

If he had, he wouldn't have become a pirate.

Smoker said nothing.

Who among normal people becomes a pirate?

How many pirates would be so cruel as to massacre people?

In fact, if they had not stuck to Rogge Town, the situation would not have evolved to this extent. As long as the flying squirrel disappeared from sight, which pirate group would dare to be so frantic?

But that’s how things are in the world, there are gains and there are losses.

BLU BRU BLU…

At this time, the phone rang.

Smoker's pupils shrank.

That is Flying Squirrel's personal phone number. Apart from himself, I'm afraid only some beings in the Grand Line know the number.

The flying squirrel obviously understands this as well.

He suppressed his anger and motioned for the others to be silent.

"Yes, it's me."

Click!

The wooden tabletop was scratched with claw marks by dry and rough fingers. The flying squirrel took a deep breath, and the killing intent surged in his eyes; "I understand...yes."

Putting down the phone bug, the flying squirrel turned his head and looked at the others with cold eyes.

"Everyone is here, ready to go!"

………………

Thanks to book friend ~allxjbt~ for the 100 reward, thank you for your support!!

By the way, why has the increase in collections dropped in the past two days? There were 500 on Monday, but only 300 on Friday. Now it is less than 5,000. Dashu is vomiting blood like crazy.

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