One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

She walked here again, and everything happened every day. The only thing that happened was the same thing about being hunted. No matter how Bueno struggles, she will eventually appear in this alley. It is a fate that cannot be avoided.

Sherlock patted her shoulder:

"Don't be afraid."

Bueno looked sideways at handsome Sherlock, eyes full of fear.

"Master Willie Pope and Master Soldier came here to help me, but they all failed..."

Bueno whispered, "He...he can't kill."

"Can't kill?"

Sherlock felt the meaning of these three words, slandered,

"Could it be because this guy is a real outsider, you are npc? So in terms of setting, he won't die and has the resurrection attribute of residual blood?"

"Host, look."

Pipicia personally pointed to a group of soldiers in silver armor, who were patrolling the streets with weapons in their hands.

"Captain Roca asked us to patrol Korver Street again, which is really unnecessary."

"Right, the Korver neighborhood is so peaceful, how could there be a problem, not to mention criminals, even thieves can't be seen here."

"We people in Phoenix are so happy, how can we commit crimes?"

"Crimes are only done when they are forced to desperate. In this city, there is no crime and no war."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The soldiers brag lazily. They are used to taking high salaries but idle. After all, this is an ideal country. In their impression, there are basically no criminals.

Therefore, their thinking is also very loose, and only one person remains vigilant at all times and looks serious.

"Since Captain Roca said so, there must be his reason. It is our profession to protect the safety of residents."

Said the serious soldier.

"I see, Cavan dreams of being a hero."

The soldiers ridiculed, and even slandered in their hearts, "Only freaks like Cavan can practice swordsmanship all the time. There is no need for heroes in this world."

Soon, the soldiers saw the great nun Bueno and Sherlock.

"Great nun, meet again."

The soldiers greeted cordially. They are no strangers to beautiful big nuns, but they always forget everything that big nuns have encountered. It seems that the laws of this world are like this, and most people don’t have so-called sufferings and disasters in their consciousness. , Even if you encounter the next day, you will forget it completely.

Bueno's face was dull, and he nodded, not greeting them.

"Captain Roca has confessed that if you meet Sister Bueno here, escort her some way."

The soldier smiled and said that it would be more interesting to protect the beautiful big nun than to patrol boringly.

The other soldiers looked at Sherlock curiously, "This one is?"

"He is the favored man."

Bueno said lightly.

The soldiers immediately saluted respectfully: "Hello, my favored man."

Sherlock nodded slightly.

A rustling sound suddenly came from the alley.

"My little lamb, you are here again, how are you going to hunt you today? Or let us enjoy a longer lingering, and then send you away."

A low, hoarse voice came from the alley.

The soldiers showed a suspicious look, they cheered up and blocked Bueno, the only female, behind them.

"Who? Who is pretending to be a fool?!"

"There are limits to mischief, come out soon!"

The two soldiers were the first to speak out.

Bueno's body trembled, and Sherlock frowned:

"Come out."

He Ling bulged his cheeks, rushed out of the phone booth behind him, and trot to Sherlock's side.

Unexpectedly, his tracking technology would one day be discovered... He Ling looked at Sherlock cautiously, hoping that he was not angry.

Sherlock didn't have the slightest anger in his eyes, just tilted his head.

He Ling nodded in understanding, and immediately held Bueno's hand, comforting:

"Don't be afraid, Houston is there."

Bueno stunned, and felt extremely firm belief in the girl's eyes.

"Hahahahahaha, little lamb, you bring me different surprises every day, this time, I have so many prey, I am very happy!"

With the sound of leather boots, a tall man walked out slowly in the dim yellow and orange light.

Half of his face was burned, his upper body was bare, his body was covered with tattoos, he was wearing a pair of black pants and holding an axe.

From the other half of his unburnt face, it can be seen that he should have been a handsome person, but now it seems that he is really hideous.

"Iron Axe Killer Demon John."

Sherlock associates him with the murderer in the secret file.

This is an extremely dangerous guy. He has done many cases. He likes to chop off the limbs of the victims with an axe, but don't kill them immediately, leaving them to die in pain and struggle.

In almost all the cases he did, most of them were like this, only one person was different, and that was the great nun.

The big nun died differently every day, but they were all very cruel.

Therefore, the great nun is of special significance to him, Sherlock analyzes this way.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect someone to know my name, come on, let's go together, don't delay my time with the little lamb."

John frantically laughed and said, in this world, no one can beat him, or catch him.

The soldiers immediately showed their weapons and rushed forward.

John got acquainted with a powerful arm swinging a giant axe, a spiral kickback, and neatly chopped the right hand of the soldier in the front row with the weapon.

The blood splattered and the soldiers yelled.

At this time, the calm Calvin had come to John under the cover of his companions.

His long sword was unsheathed, and the sword was quickly pulled out, a cold light flashed in the air, and it accurately pierced John's body and the position of his heart.

"One sword flow, biting the heart•One thought hell."

Cavan has always been regarded as an outlier of this era.

He practiced swordsmanship day and night for this day, punishing traitors and eliminating evil!

His dream is to become a good soldier, a trustworthy hero.

His swordsmanship has surpassed most of his peers, and he is almost the same as the military commander.

Although no one believes him, there is absolute evil in this world, but he still insists on practicing day after day. This swordsmanship has reached a very high level, even the corps commander may not be able to catch it!

"It's Cavan!"

The soldiers cheered. They didn't think that the guy who was usually laughed at by them had actually played a role at the critical moment.

John's face was painful, blood spilled from the sword wound on his chest, and his body was retreated by the sword, crushing the walls of Korver Street and alleys.

With a loud bang, all the mice in the alley escaped.

"It seems that I don't need to act."

Sherlock put on the half-top hat, rubbed Pipicia's furry head, and at the same time sighed in his heart that he could not imagine that this island also hides dragons and tigers. This guard uses very clever swordsmanship.

I saw that as soon as I got it, Sherlock had already noted the way he made moves.

Next time, Sherlock will be able to display it accurately.

This is the talent possessed by a person with 100% talent in swordsmanship, and the corner of Sherlock's mouth rose.

Pipicia waved his wings personally.

"You have been arrested!"

Kavin said righteously.

John raised his head, looked at him, and suddenly grinned and laughed.

"Hahaha, lie to you, how can this hurt hurt me?!"

John got up from the ground, and the wound on his body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"monster!"

"You can't even kill!?"

The soldiers were terrified, and they backed away in fear, especially the soldier with a severed hand, turned his head and ran, and began to flee for their lives.

Even in the capital of the phoenix, healing can only be completed after obtaining the blessing of God through specific rituals.

At least this is true for the new humans, or it is the restart the next day, but most people will not remember the memory of the restart, except for a few special existences like Bueno who awakened.

Among the silver armor soldiers, only Calvin persisted. He swung his sword again to fight John the Murderer.

Unfortunately, his physical strength is obviously not as good as John's, no matter how many times John was chopped by him, he can recover.

And John's iron axe did not leave a way for the escaped soldiers. The iron axe flew out, and in an instant, countless shadows of the axe appeared, spiraling around, and seeing that the deserters were about to be in a different place.

Sherlock took out the revolver and easily judged the body of the axe. With the crisp sound, the bullet hit the high-speed rotating iron axe, forming an explosion in the air.

The soldiers scrambled to escape from the alley. If it weren't for Sherlock, they would have become ghosts under the axe.

John knocked Calvin to the ground with a punch and looked at Sherlock angrily.

"Nosy fellow."

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