I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

Sure enough, the bullet with full kinetic energy directly hit Luffy's abdomen in an instant, not to mention deeply denting his abdomen, and taking advantage of the momentum, Luffy's back protruded backward.

As the rubber man raised his chest and retracted his abdomen, the bullet flew out immediately, leaving a white mark on the solid wall not far away.

"2 seconds."

Pull the bolt, load it, aim and pull the trigger. The battlefield sniper completes the real blow that has been planned for a long time with calm and fast movements.

The Hailoushi bullet, known as the nemesis of ability users, rotates from the barrel of the gun, and only the fireworks that burst out from the muzzle of the gun can be glimpsed.

"1 second"

After crossing a distance of only a hundred meters, Luffy, who didn't make any evasive actions, was still jumping on top of the house. This bullet with evil intentions was embedded in the opponent's calf cleanly.

Luffy, who was trying to raise his hand to grab an eaves, was at the point of exerting his strength. Suddenly, his leg went numb, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Immediately, the pain and the sense of powerlessness all over his body came at the same time, causing the rubber man to lose all strength in his hands and hit the ground straight.

"0 seconds, Hit."

Standing on a high place and looking down at Luffy lying on the ground, Tullius stepped on the moon step, and after a few ups and downs, he landed steadily beside him.

"Continue to be brave. Remember, counting this time, you have been 'killed' by the expeditionary force for the third time." The veteran smiled harmlessly, picked up the kid from the back of his neck, and strode towards the fort go.

Being picked up by the back of the neck like a cat, Luffy moaned listlessly: "You cheat!"

"The dead don't complain, and they are not qualified to evaluate." The legion assassin who walked out of the sniper point joined Tullius' marching team.

The emergency team had long been waiting at the main entrance of the fortress, and the head nurse of the health care center, with a helpless expression of "I knew you would make trouble", cut the surgical forceps between the index finger and thumb to several people.

"I would also like to trouble you to take the sea floor stone out of this kid's calf. The expeditionary force is no better than a prison like Impelton where there are piles of bombs. We have to recover the warheads." The veteran who was an observer smiled and shrugged his shoulders, full of The face is full of smiles.

The head nurse glanced at this guy unhappily. This gang of killers was so mobilizing that it was difficult for a boy under the age of 17.

Sailors at the rank of general officer went out in person, but brazenly used Hailoushi bullets.

"Fortunately, the bullet wasn't embedded too deeply," the head nurse breathed a sigh of relief after inspecting the wounded's calf. The guys from the Expeditionary Army have always shot lightly and heavily, and she was afraid that the wounded would be hit in some vital part.

She raised her hand and pierced Luffy's calf with a needle, and after confirming that the local anesthetic had taken effect, she reached out the tweezers with precision and speed.

"jingle!"

The clear sound of bullets hitting the silver plate announced the termination of this minor operation. Your Excellency the head nurse fiddled with a thing that looked like an oversized stapler and pinched it fiercely towards Luffy’s wound—this is the text of the article. The black technology suturing device of the Smoke family can make holes and stitches in one go.

Moreover, the thread body is still biologically fusible, and there is no need to remove it after the wound grows well.

"Okay, our mission is over." A few sailors on guard were handed over as a handover, and the veterans of the expeditionary force turned around side by side and walked towards the bar.

The request they received was only to arrest the other party, and how to deal with it was a headache for other people in the headquarters.

Luffy, who was being carried on a stretcher by the nurses, blinked violently. He seemed to realize that this was a godsend opportunity!

Weakness and injury are the perfect cover, especially after the monster-like expeditionary force has gone away.

After taking out the sea tower stone, his body was recharged with strength, pretending to relax. The slack muscles couldn't even control the strength, dragging Luffy's rubber arm on the ground for a long time.

Immediately, the boy put on a decadent expression of being spoiled, staring so hard that the sailors in the headquarters who had just finished handing over with the expeditionary force were terrified.

Under the gloating expressions of "You have today too", the stretcher walked slowly towards the health care center.

The sailors who had been drenched in shit all put on Luffy's strange smile of "you're about to die" and gathered around the stretcher.

Before the leading sailor could say anything, a rubber seal was placed squarely on his face.

Luffy jumped up from the stretcher, exerted strength on one foot, and ran straight into the fortress like a fighting cock.

In the previous battle, he already understood a truth.

Recalling the kitchen route she was most familiar with, the back of a blond boy slowly emerged in Little Straw Hat's mind.

"I have to lobby a few partners first~" Lu Fei muttered to himself.

394. The Cook, the Fool, and the Actor (Part 1)

Although the commotion outside was upside down, and half a division's troops were jumping up and down inside the fortress to arrest people, the huge kitchen was not affected at all.

The reason is very simple.

It doesn't matter how good you are at hitting and jumping.

From the generals who have the power to destroy the world, down to thousands of ordinary soldiers, they all understand a truth.

People, after all, we still have to have a meal.

If you damage the kitchen, or even annoy the chef, you will be taught in no time what is the final weapon of the headquarters—the cooking class.

"Really, what's going on outside?" A burly sailor wearing a tall white chef's hat sighed quietly.

This senior chef with a dark blue anchor pattern tattooed on his arm has a beard. His strong arms, which are as thick as two thighs of ordinary people, are steadily picking up a bucket of potatoes and pouring them into a large pot for cooking.

After finishing this series of actions, he took off his white rubber gloves and put them in front of the cleaning table: "Is it because they think that the generals and marshals are not in Marin Fando, and they think there is less training?"

Other people in the kitchen are also doing their own work.

These skilled chefs are exceptionally agile, and simple kitchen utensils seem to become the most precise carving knives in their hands-transforming a large number of raw materials into plates of delicacies with delicious colors and flavors through ingenuity.

Above the ocean, seafood is the most common.

The tuna, which was just salvaged from the sea, is huge and fusiform as a whole, and its plump body is still swinging freely on the chopping board.

This kind of ingredients is perfect for raw sashimi. It retains the deliciousness of the tuna meat to the greatest extent, and fully stimulates the original taste of the ingredients.

A kitchen knife cut into the fish in the blink of an eye like the most precise scalpel.

The sharp but equally fragile blade wandered between the flesh and the bone, like long eyes, briskly and swiftly avoiding all the hard bone parts that would damage the peak of the blade.

It is done in one go, flowing clouds and flowing water. From the perspective of bystanders, it looks like they are admiring a unique art.

A large piece of deep red fatty fish was picked off against the bone, and then the kitchen knife turned into an afterimage in the hands of the chefs, and the boneless piece of meat was accurately divided into sashimi platters with an average thickness of 0.9 cm.

The black pepper smoked sausage is grilled until it is gradually sizzling from the inside to the outside. The light brown-red casing looks slightly burnt, but it is actually grilled just right.

The tempting meaty aroma exudes in all directions, which is the wonderful taste produced by protein under high temperature.

A small piece of butter is placed one by one on the iron plate, and as the high temperature slowly melts, dozens of evenly cut steaks are spread on it.

Temperature has become an excellent measure to test the texture of beef.

Too old or too raw will affect the taste. With this thickness, one side can only be fried for 40 seconds.