Sherlock coughed twice and put out the smoke.

Sherlock was a smoker in his previous life, and otaku and cigarettes are often indissoluble, but in this life, Houston's body is actually allergic to nicotine, causing Sherlock to use lollipops or chewing gum to replace dependence on tobacco.

"You don't know how to smoke, hahaha, are you a teenager?"

The red-haired explosion head despised Sherlock, but Sherlock's appearance was at most in her early twenties.

Sherlock frowned, waiting for him to answer his question.

"It’s planted in your hands today. My uncle accepts his fate. If you want to kill it, kill it. Don’t ask me about it."

Redhead Wrightson said with spine.

Sherlock took out the revolver and pointed it at his heart: "I count ten."

"10"

"9"

"2"

Sherlock skipped the middle number directly.

"How come 9 to 2, you shamelessly!"

Wrightson seems to have obsessive-compulsive disorder with numbers.

"Oh, I suddenly felt that counting to ten is too slow, I want to solve you as soon as possible."

Sherlock pulled the trigger and snapped.

Wrightson suddenly dilated his pupils and collapsed on the ground in a large font.

Sherlock stood up and kicked him: "Don't pretend to be dead, there are no bullets in the gun."

Wrightson was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to touch the position of his heart, and found that there was no hole, he breathed a sigh of relief: "You kid is playing this uncle."

"If I guess right, you are avenging Yokozuna."

The corners of Sherlock's mouth rose slightly, and he liked the pleasure of pranks.

"how do you know?"

Wrightson helped Jinhu climb up and leaned on Jinhu's back. After the refreshment disappeared, his numb pain gradually recovered, and he felt pain all over his body, as if he was hit by a heavyweight sumo wrestler. Pressure.

Sherlock shook his head: "Because Tom has only two disciples, Franky and Bingberg, you lied to me."

Wrightson looked at Sherlock in surprise: "On this basis?"

"You are really good at making the robot monster octopus. It is basically not a machine from the outside, so your skills should be Tom’s, so you should be a disciple of Yokozuna, but you don’t want to admit that you are a pet frog. Disciple."

"shut up!"

Wrightson growled.

Henggang is a pet frog raised by Tom.

Wrightson's attitude further confirmed Sherlock's ideas.

It seems that Madara ordered the dog Vice Admiral to kill Henggang... Sherlock muttered to himself in his heart, he put the revolver away, and said lightly:

"You should seek revenge from Dalmesia, I can't control it, but Dalmelissa is innocent, she is still young, if you are still a man, you should find Dalmesia to fight in an upright duel instead of catching his daughter and threatening him. ."

"Innocent, isn't Henggang innocent? Dalmesia, the despicable villain, used Henggang to build ships for him and tried to draw Pluton drawings for him. Finally..."

Wrightson said excitedly, tears streaming down unconsciously, the crying interrupted his words.

He remembered that 7 years ago, he was hunted down and fled to the Island of Water. Henggang saved him. He not only cured himself, but also taught himself shipbuilding, machinery, freestyle...

Although he has been reluctant to be called Master Henggang and does not want to erase his pride, Henggang is his master and the man who taught him everything.

He is the best person in the world who treats him like a father and son.

Later, Henggang was taken away by Marine and never returned.

He has been waiting in the Water City until the news of Henggang's death...

"If Henggang is still alive, he definitely doesn't want you to avenge him. He definitely wants you to have your own life."

It was the first time Sherlock saw a man crying like a three-year-old child.

"My life is revenge. If Dalmesia is not allowed to pay the price, I will never give up."

Wrightson gritted his teeth and said word by word.

Sherlock looked at him sideways: "Don't you dream?"

Wrightson was stunned, remembering that Henggang had also asked himself this sentence when he was sitting on the sea with Henggang watching the sunrise.

Wrightson said vigorously at the time: "I want to surpass you, Tom, and everyone. I want to create a warship that surpasses all existence in this world!"

Henggang looked at him seriously and patted his head with frog claws, meaning, I believe you can!

"If you waste your talent, Henggang should be sad."

Sherlock turned around. He decided to give up the 60 million Bailey's bounty. He didn't want to do fearless killings, and he didn't want to participate in the hatred of others. All he could do was to follow his heart. Wrightson was not a heinous bad person, but he was blinded by hatred. Eyes.

Sherlock was about to leave, only to find a hand holding his foot.

He frowned slightly: "Do you want to die that way?"

"Why do you want to be Marine's lackey?"

Wrightson asked.

Sherlock took off the scarf, revealing the tattoo on his neck.

Wrightson was stunned, unable to think that he would be educated by the heinous villain: "You are Leah D. Houston! The big pirate with 400 million bounty!"

Sherlock put on the scarf again, and prepared to leave without explaining.

But when he heard a puff, Wrightson knelt on the ground, lowered his head, his voice whimpered: "Let me follow you, I want to make a weapon that surpasses all existence in this world!"

"No revenge?"

Sherlock asked.

Wrightson's tears kept falling, and he buried his head: "At that time...I will let the whole Marine be buried!"

"..."

The corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly, "Before entering, the inside of the octopus monster has been destroyed by me. If you don't want to die, go quickly."

Wrightson raised his head excitedly: "Brother, did you agree?"

Sherlock helped him up: "Don't make me trouble until the weapon is built."

"Well, brother."

Wrightson couldn't cry again, this time because he found a partner and was no longer alone.

Sherlock shook his head, feeling that his soft-hearted illness was really cured.

The two walked in front, and the golden tiger excitedly followed behind, and soon they left the octopus monster.

Accompanied by the rumbling noise, the octopus monster completely exploded.

The White Pearl sank in the sea with the octopus monster.

The two sat on the golden tiger, which was like a kayak, paddling his four legs and floating on the sea.

In the heavy rain, Sherlock looked at the Evil Horn from a distance.

To be honest, he has not made any plans to return, he can use this opportunity to temporarily get rid of the villains such as Laurent.

The octopus exploded, the Pearl was silent, and Leah D. Houston's disappearance again, all in one go.

Killed Wrightson, who had no counterattack ability, and then slipped to South Blue and continued to practice until he became a big brother and went out to sea again.

But this meant that all the survivors on the Pearl were handed over to the murderous pirates.

If he goes back, Laubran and Arlong will be somewhat jealous of themselves, obey their orders, and let go of the innocent survivors.

If he doesn't go back, death will be waiting for Lisa and them.

Wrightson didn't feel the killing intent from Sherlock at all. He fell asleep on Sherlock's back, with his head resting on Sherlock's shoulder.

Sherlock froze for a second, then looked sideways at the childish boy.

Wrightson looked only fifteen or six years old.

"Hey."

Sherlock sighed, took a lollipop from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Only the sweetness of the lollipop can alleviate the distress in his heart at the moment. It would be even better if one more layer cake and ice cream cone.

Sherlock patted Jinhu's fluffy head and pointed it out.

The Golden Tiger swam happily toward the Evil Horn.

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