I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

Under the joint effect of the small body and the paper drawing, she nimbly and quickly slid past Jack's blade, taking advantage of the opportunity to attach a high-explosive bomb to the opponent's body.

And when Tanya was about to fall to the ground, she pulled up to the limit again, just above Jack's head.

All the magazines hidden in this jet flying mecha were opened, and dozens of small missiles bombarded the area where Jack was located intensively and rapidly.

Before Jack could catch his breath, those special pacifists joined hands with Salazar and approached again.

The great pirate, one of the three disasters, was secretly anxious. The advantage of protracted warfare, which he was best at, had been basically wiped out by the endless battery life of the machine.

And the official members of the three Templar Watchmen have almost no flaws to find in terms of cooperation and support.

If there is no additional means to break the game, it is really uncertain who will win today.

Although Jack is reckless, he is never stupid. He is good at using external force to achieve victory for himself. Although he did not carry a gas bomb this time, the so-called "external force" does not completely refer to the actual object.

He kept entangled with everyone, and even slightly increased the stalemate.

Only once in a while, his eyes would quickly glance at the distant sky, and then retract immediately.

Jack blocked Salazar's slashing long sword with a single knife, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, but he seemed not in a hurry about the siege that was likely to destroy him.

[...not in a hurry!?] Lieutenant General Salazar dragged the black mist, like an ignited missile emitting a long tail flame from the end, pulling away and pulling away from each other.

He keenly captured a lot of information from the other party's expression, and then he didn't know what Lieutenant General Salazar had thought of, and his complexion gradually darkened.

The reason why Drought Jack and others were able to show up in Alabasta was because they took the ride of the Golden Lion Flying Fleet and dropped several chess pieces on this chessboard where all parties intervened when the Four Emperors were heading to the East China Sea. .

Now looking back at the mammoth's calm posture, it made Salazar and others suspicious and uneasy.

[Aren't they waiting for the Golden Lion's flying fleet?] As soon as this idea was mentioned, it was like a brand in Lieutenant General Salazar's mind, burning his reason.

Of course, now is an excellent time to slaughter Jack. No matter from the battle situation or geographical location, the big pirate, who is one of the three disasters, is still in a predicament of isolation and helplessness.

It's not that he hasn't thought about it. This may be a psychological tactic Jack has used to get out of the current predicament.

However, even if there is only one percent or one ten thousandth possibility, the arrival of the two pirate duo, Golden Lion and Whitebeard leading the flying fleet, will completely reverse the situation.

But they missed the best opportunity to get out of trouble because of their unrequited love, so. . . Not only did he fail to avenge those deceased comrades-in-arms, but these Internet-addicted children who had been repeatedly disciplined by him on weekdays would be implicated instead.

Don't look at the desolation of dozens of miles around now, but in the blind spot of everyone's exploration-maybe the fleet of the flying pirates is close to or even about to reach the altitude of 10,000 meters above their heads!

Although the drone has a wide range of detection and is on constant alert, it is simply impossible to fly to that exaggerated height.

"Tanya! Did you find anything up there?" The captain of the Overwatch team, who was naturally wary, turned to his most mobile companion and asked.

"Unfortunately, I am not equipped with the super-large radar with a terrifying detection range on the Megatron." The young girl who escaped from the battle and flew to a high place to keep vigilant shrugged helplessly:

"The new exoskeleton rocket injector can reach the theoretical limit altitude of 19,000 meters, but as you can see earlier, it broke down."

Hearing this, Salazar's heart tightened.

He dreamed of killing Drought Jack, the great enemy who killed his men and friends. Ten years of suffering, every day, when he dragged his tired body after crazy training and lay on the bed, he tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep.

He closed his eyes, filled with the voices of those comrades who left one step ahead of him.

He spent countless time and energy just to be able to kill this bastard one day.

But now, when the enemy is close at hand, if he continues to besieged like this, he will have a great possibility to achieve that sweet and holy revenge.

He looked around at his comrades who were still trying to contain the drought, and these guys always made him angry.

I don't know what respect for the elderly is, and I always let him instigate the job of wiping their asses.

There are also fishing freaks who don't take the task seriously.

"Prepare to evacuate in an orderly manner, and be alert to high altitudes." Seemingly having made up his mind, Salazar breathed out a foul breath.

In the headset, the surprised voices of the two team members made his ears hurt.

"team leader?!"

"Hey, hello? Your enemy is right in front of you? We haven't avenged you yet!!"

Lieutenant General Salazar stared fiercely at the burly figure not far away, as if he wanted to chew his bones to pieces.

In the end, he shook his head: "I said, retreat, Jack can kill another day."

The dead are dead, and the living still need to be strong.

Perhaps it was because of the intense stimulation that he had been mentally unstable for a long time, which made him so sensitive.

But he really didn't want to put his companions in danger anymore.

According to the strong mobility of our own side, if we retreat at this time, the cumbersome monster may not be able to catch up.

A somewhat familiar voice came faintly from his ears, it was not loud but it startled him like a thunderstorm.

"It's okay, count the time, Whitebeard and the others should not have arrived yet."

Salazar's heart almost raised his throat, how could he not notice that someone was so close to him?!

Turning his head to look, he saw a grinning fat man.

The man was holding a Coke in one hand and waving an order letter at him with the other.

In the hot summer, the desert area, where the temperature can reach as high as 50 degrees Celsius, is like a world

The visual sense of the steamer.

"Seeing that you haven't come back for a long time, I came to find you." The fat man gulped down the iced Coke, raised his arm and wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "The next code name is [Sweetheart Mask]. You can call me sweetheart handsome."

"Handsome guy?" Salazar couldn't help taking a serious look at this man's fat and bloated body when he heard the words, and decided to ignore such flawed words.

Jack frowned even more. He didn't expect that the navy's shameless wheel battle would add reinforcements.

This person seemed so out of place on the incandescent battlefield, and he had no power at all.

It's like civilians who are unintentionally involved in this side of the war.

But the situation in front of him is even more weird.

There was no way to avoid it, Jack resisted the spontaneous fear deep in his heart, not to mention talking, the elephant trunk rolled and was about to slap this guy to death.

It was expected that the fat man, who was supposed to be turned into a meat paste with one blow, easily blocked the elephant trunk that could tear the armor of the light prismatic tank with just one hand.

"Who are you?" Jack bit the bullet and snapped.

The man thought for a moment, then spread his hands: