A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

San Diego, USA.

Registration office for the ‘Steel Ball Run’ contest.

'boom. ’

A money bag was thrown carelessly.

The string broke and coins fell all over the table.

Inside the window, the staff member glanced out, reached out to collect the scattered coins, and said: "The registration fee is one thousand two hundred dollars per person. After the payment is completed, this window will not accept requests for refunds for any reason.

Two days later, regardless of earthquake or fire, the game will start normally.

If you think this is acceptable, please sign here. "

After speaking, he handed over a form and a pen.

After pondering for a moment, the young man outside the window quietly wrote his name on the front of the watch.

——'Gero Zeppelin'.

"Very good, here is your player ID, badge number, competition commemorative coin and badge."

After stuffing a lot of things into Gerald's head, the staff showed a very official smile, "Well, B-636, Gerald Zeppelin, I wish you good luck."

"I accept your good words."

Jero smiled, showing his gold teeth.

Under the light, the staff could see clearly.

On it was engraved 'GO!GO!ZEPPELI! ’

"Weird," he muttered under his breath.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the door.

"Someone wants to duel!"

Catching a certain word, Jero's expression moved slightly.

Taking his things with him, he hurried to the street.

Look around.

But on both sides of the street, an old man and a young man were facing each other from a distance.

The older one, about fifty years old, holds a revolver and has a fierce look on his face.

The younger one, who was only in his early twenties, had his hands in his pockets and looked calm.

Jero pressed his hat and asked the people around him who were also watching the fun: "What's going on with those two guys?"

"What else could be going on? Bloody Hands just fell in love with that kid's horse. He couldn't steal it, so he wanted to rob it. Who knew that the security officer happened to be nearby. In desperation, he had to change his mind and initiate a duel."

"That's it~" Jero whistled.

After scanning around, he found a great horse not far away.

From head to tail, it is one foot long; from hoof to neck, it is eight feet high.

The body is like thick ink, and there is not a single hair on the whole body.

Jero's heart beat rapidly and his eyes suddenly went straight.

Be good.

What a one-of-a-kind horse!

He licked his lips and looked carefully at the owner of the black horse.

A black wide-brimmed hat, a pair of shiny cowhide boots, a long windbreaker with a metal chain and hunting trousers look at least 90% new. Although I don’t know what the material is, judging from its workmanship, It must be a famous brand.

A meaningful smile appeared on Jero's lips, "Which rich young man is this? How dare he come to such a mixed place."

On the field.

Kurt Wiggins, known as the 'Bloody Hand', laughed ferociously, "Boy, if you want to survive, leave the horse and the contents of your wallet behind!"

The young man asked, "So, these are your last words?"

The wind blows.

There was silence.

‘Bloody Hand’ was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter.

The young man was unmoved, raised his arm, and made a shooting motion towards the 'bloody hand'.

Seeing this, both the 'bloody hand' and the onlookers felt that the black-haired boy must have been frightened.

The same goes for Jero.

He shook his head.

If you are stupid and have a lot of money, you should stay at home. Why go out and wander around and lose your life in vain?

The work of random thoughts.

‘Bloody Hands’ fired.

'boom! ''boom! ''boom! ’

He pulled the trigger one after another.

Unexpectedly, his opponent just turned slightly, and all six bullets missed, none of them hitting.

‘Bloody Hand’ and the onlookers were immediately dumbfounded.

really!

Is this okay?

The young man smiled.

The next second, the 'Blood Hand''s eyebrows were pierced by an unknown force, and he fell to the ground on his back.

Blood flowers bloom.

Everyone's expressions were frozen on their faces.

OH MY GOD!

What did they just see?

‘shooting with bare hands’

this.

Is this something a human being can fucking do? !

"Who else."

The young man spoke calmly.

After scanning the crowd, he raised his tone and repeated again, "Who else!"

No one responded.

The young man pursed his lips and sighed: "Is it true that no one here wants to fight with me, Jon Joestar?

If you beat me, the horses, money, and my life will all be yours. "

Hearing this, Jero's heart moved, and his right hand slid to his waist involuntarily.

but.

Before he could make a decision.

Two cowboys, one fat and one thin, suddenly walked out of the crowd and shouted: "Hey, boy, are you telling the truth?"

Jon nodded, "Of course."

As he spoke, he took out his bulging wallet and showed it, "I have at least fifty thousand dollars in cash here.

If you beat me, or in other words, kill me, the money and the horse behind me are at your disposal. "

Fifty thousand dollars!

A good horse and a BMW!

The money and silk moved people's hearts, and the eyes of the onlookers lit up.

The two cowboys, one fat and one thin, were also overjoyed and couldn't wait to take out their revolvers.

Unexpectedly, Jon waved his hand, "Let's talk first, you are planning to duel with me, right?"

Conflict, no.

Duel, okay.

The rules of the West are so simple and crude.

"certainly!"

The two said in unison.

Jero pouted.

Two against one.

No need to lose face.

As expected, Jon on the field also shook his head, "Sorry, I can't accept your challenge."

The fat and thin duo didn't care.

Looking at each other, the two were trying to decide who would duel with 'Jon Joestar' first.

Unexpectedly, Jon's next words would immediately stop them.

"Because you are definitely no match for me. If you want to fight to the death, just find eight more companions."

Everyone:.

I've seen crazy people.

I’ve never seen anyone so crazy!

One against ten.

Even if each person only has one revolver, there are still sixty bullets!

How dare he.

Why would he dare?

Jero opened his mouth and was speechless.

There are mountain high mountain.

One person is more promiscuous than the other.

no matter what the result is.

‘Jon Joestar’, this name is destined to become a legend today!

certainly.

It's not necessarily what kind of legend it is.

Maybe it was Jon's 'arrogant attitude' that pissed off the proud cowboys, or maybe the temptation of fifty thousand dollars and a good horse was too great.

In just seven or eight breaths, there were ten people on the field.

When there are a lot of people, people watching the excitement don’t dare to get too far forward.

After all, bullets have no eyes.

If he was accidentally injured, there would be no place to cry.

Jero made the same choice as most people. He retreated into the buildings on both sides of the street and quietly observed the situation outside through the dilapidated shutters.

Phew~

The wind blows and the grass rolls.

Adding a bit of chilling air.

Without anyone giving an order, the ten greedy men raised their pistols in unison.

Jon lowered the wide-brimmed hat on his head.

He raised his head and smiled gently, "Gentlemen, welcome to hell."

In my ears, gunshots kept ringing.

Johnny Joestar stared blankly at everything in front of him, his brain completely shut down.

He was originally a genius in the American horse racing world, but an accident caused his lower body to be paralyzed. Feeling that his life was hopeless, he came to the starting point of the 'S.B.R' competition alone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the camp, he would be involved in an extremely bad ‘shooting incident’!

In the sight, a young man wearing a long trench coat looked like a ghost. He accurately and quickly avoided the hail of bullets with agility that was impossible for ordinary people to develop.

Then, golden arcs appeared out of thin air, filling Johnny's eyes.

Swear to God!

At that moment, every cell in his body was jumping for joy.

Like a thirsty traveler longing for sweet spring rain.

His barren body also longed for those 'arcs'!

Breathing suddenly quickened.

In ecstasy and shock.

Johnny even forgot about his dangerous situation.

It wasn't until a stray bullet hit his left shoulder that he suddenly realized that he couldn't stay here for long!

"Hiss~"

Johnny gasped.

Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he pushed the wheelchair desperately to escape from here.

However, after sliding a few meters away, Johnny gritted his teeth, stopped what he was doing, and faced the fierce battlefield again.

Death is not terrible.

Life is worse than death!

He stared intently at the man in the trench coat.

Watch each other's every move.

Dodge, punch, point, kick.

So beautiful.

Simply art!

He had never seen such a powerful performance.

In the smoke.

In the scream.

That man was like a world-famous master, carving his work with great patience.

I do not know how long it has been.

The wind stopped.

The killings subsided.

The man in the trench coat suddenly turned around and pressed the brim of his hat to Johnny who was not far away.

as if

A grand finale.

"Hmm." Johnny swallowed and subconsciously wanted to applaud.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, the severe pain in his shoulder brought him back to reality.

Seeing this scene, the man in the trench coat approached with a smile.

"Injured?" He glanced at Johnny's shoulder, "Don't move, I'll help you."

Johnny opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The man in the trench coat hooked his fingers, and the bullet embedded in his shoulder was taken out by an unknown mysterious force.

Johnny was in pain, and there were some beads of sweat on his forehead.

At this moment, the man in the trench coat put his hand on his wound.

The golden arc dances.

Johnny was stunned at first.

Immediately, his whole body began to tremble with pleasure.

Extremely pure life energy flowed through his limbs and bones, and his wounds actually improved visibly!

Not only that, even the unconscious lower body felt a rare numbness.

Miracle

No!

This is a "holy sign"!

The excited Johnny grabbed the arm of the man in the trench coat and said, "Sir, please tell me, what is this power?"

"Stop pulling and pulling. It's not good for people to see you." The man in the trench coat coughed lightly, "I'll tell you when you let go of your hand."

Meeting the other person's eyes, Johnny thought again and again and had no choice but to let go for the time being.

The man in the long trench coat looked at Johnny condescendingly and said word by word: "This is a 'ripple'. Just like throwing a stone into the water will cause ripples, using special breathing methods to create ripples in the body can also produce all kinds of incredible powers." .”

"Ripple." Johnny repeated the word silently.

After coming back to his senses, he grabbed the arm of the man in the trench coat again, "Please, no matter what you ask me to do, please tell me the secret of 'ripples'!"

"You want to know the secret of 'ripples'?" the man in the trench coat asked.

Johnny nodded hastily.

Hearing this, the man in the trench coat raised his lips, "I feel your feelings."

Suddenly, he changed the subject, "But, I refuse!"

‘Daga, verbal way’

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Johnny always felt that the moment the other person said these words, some indescribable changes occurred in his painting style.

"One of my favorite things, Jon Joestar, is to reject those self-righteous guys." Jon raised his head, "You and I are not relatives, so there is no need to mention this matter again."

Johnny blinked, "No, what did you say? Did you just say that your name is 'Jon Joestar'?"

It can't be such a coincidence!

He looked at Jon suspiciously, trying to recall the family tree in his mind.

Jon knowingly asked, "What's wrong with my name? Is there a problem?"

Johnny took a deep breath, “Now that I say this, you may not believe it.

However, my name is ‘Jonny Joestar’. "

"What!" Jon showed an extremely exaggerated expression, "Your last name is also 'Joestar'?"

Then, he asked: "Is your father George Joestar?"

Johnny showed a bitter smile, "Yes, but you are"

"Hey!" Jon slapped his thigh, "It's really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. One family doesn't know the other. Jonny, I'm your eldest cousin!"

Johnny:? ? ?

etc.

I'm a bit of a mess.

Jon also knew that this excuse was nonsense, and added: "Johnny, your original name is Jonathan, right."

Um?

You even know this!

Johnny lowered his guard a little.

But, still confused.

Jon smiled and said: "Johnny, you don't know something. In fact, your father also has a brother, who is my father, Joseph Joestar.

Our family went to England early. You can be forgiven for not knowing me. "

'relatives in England'

real or fake?

Johnny was no fool.

On the contrary, he has experienced the harshness of the world and is wary of everything around him.

but

Thinking of the magical 'power of ripples', Jonny felt certain in his heart and enthusiastically held Jon's hand, "Cousin, I didn't expect to see you here!"

As the saying goes, 'The man is affectionate, the concubine is interested'

Well.

This description seems inappropriate.

Anyway, the two people, who had different goals, hit it off immediately, and they recognized each other as relatives.

From now on, I will call you brother.

You call me brother.

Johnny felt so happy.

So many years.

I finally see hope of getting back on my feet.

On the other side, Jon was also in a good mood.

Jonny.

Jonny.

My Qiao Bao~

with you.

The plan is half successful.

And the other half.

He looked towards a certain building.

Inside the room, Jero suddenly became excited.

Um?

I have an inexplicable feeling that someone is thinking about my body.

Ahem.

Will not.

It must be an illusion.

Shaking his head, Jero suppressed those messy thoughts.

Scanning the miserable scene like a Shura field on the street, he gently stroked the iron ball around his waist.

‘Jon Joestar’

What a dangerous guy.

but

Why does he feel so excited?

"White teeth (not good)." Jero grinned, showing a mouth full of gold teeth, "If I challenge that kind of monster, I will definitely die."

The result of the blind date, my evaluation is, send