One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

"Boss, Calm Belt, how can we get out?"

The tall Cam touched his red headscarf and asked Sherlock suspiciously.

Sherlock looked at Wrightson, who grinned and led Sherlock to the control room.

He manipulated it on the console, and the hull made a creak.

The small round hatch left at the bottom of the Evil was opened, extending out the wooden oars, with 30 on each side.

Sherlock froze for a moment and asked:

"Can it be fully automated?"

Wrightson spit out his tongue: "It could be converted into power by wind energy, but there is no wind here, so it can't be fully automatic."

"so?"

Sherlock looked at Wrightson suspiciously.

Wrightson rolled up his sleeves and raised his arms to reveal the biceps he knew: "I also designed a backup energy converter, but everyone needs to work hard."

"Backup energy converter?"

Sherlock followed Wrightson down to the lower level of the cabin and saw a row of devices similar to multi-person bicycles.

"Relying on everyone's movement to generate power can replace wind energy."

Wrightson demonstrated it in person with excitement, and Jinhu followed behind him and stepped on the bicycle together. He looked like two, sticking out his tongue and sweating, and didn't want to get down.

Sherlock gave Wrightson a thumbs up: "Just do it, Laubran, tell everyone to step on it."

Laubran gathered the crew, a total of 22 people, and began to pedal bicycles, as if a group of muscular men entered the gym, and they all chose electric bicycles.

"Where is Arlong?"

Sherlock asked deliberately.

"I didn't see him when I woke up. I guess it was taken by Garp."

Laubran said.

Sherlock pretended to sigh and acted like a big brother in front of the pirates.

"Big brother, together, there are so many people and powerful."

When Wrightson saw Sherlock was about to leave the cabin, he beckoned.

Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly, looking at the cabin full of the gym's vision, and covering his chest: "The wound is open. I'll deal with it."

"Captain, I'll take a look for you."

The boat doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, preparing to get off the bicycle.

Sherlock waved his hand: "No, I can."

What else did the ship doctor want to say, but was locked in by a sharp look in Wrightson's eyes: "Are you trying to be lazy?"

"No, no."

The ship doctor said awkwardly.

Sherlock returned to the captain's room, took a bath, and took out the medical kit to clean the wound.

He thought of the drama actor he had arranged in Lipu Port. In order to avoid suspicion, he arranged for a person who was somewhat similar to his body and appearance to replace him. He continued to attend the baron banquet, and sent him home to dispel. Marine's doubts.

In fact, in the revolving restaurant, even if Meidi didn't show up, he could still retreat. He had planned and arranged long ago. After all, he is now a wanted criminal with a high bounty, and he has to be cautious in everything.

The entire Lipu Port incident was under Sherlock's control, but Garp was the only one who was unexpected.

But Garp also helped himself a lot invisibly. His list of pirates was actually Houston's list of enemies.

Leah·D·Houston is a man with a particularly open-minded personality. He is domineering at sea and offends not only official personnel, but also many pirates whose interests have been damaged.

If Sherlock wants to live well, he has to wipe Houston's ass first, so in 6 years, he used the bounty hunter's intelligence network to collect all the information about these pirates.

This time, it happened with Marine's hand, and it was done in one pot.

Of course, it is not ruled out that after Marine gets the information, it is also powerless to some pirates, but conservatively estimated, it can at least level half of it.

Sherlock felt relieved instantly.

He looked at the strawberry hairpins quietly placed on the white square table: "Thanks to little Lisa this time."

Dressing up the wound for himself, Sherlock recalled the two battles, whether it was the "shave" performed by Colonel Kosius, or the iron fist that Garp loved, all made him realize that Devil Fruit's ability is not omnipotent.

Conqueror's Haki and Observation Haki are both inherently impossible to cultivate, but Armament Haki can be cultivated the day after tomorrow. If Sherlock wants to become Shinsō's hand, she must learn Armament Haki.

There is also a need to learn physical skills, such as Marine Six Styles, Murloc Karate... Sherlock suddenly remembered that Arlong can also murloc karate. If you have to head-to-head with Arlong, you are likely to lose. This wave of "selling" is not a loss.

Sherlock stood up, walked out of the captain's room, and onto the deck.

"Laublan."

"captain."

Laurent appeared behind Sherlock like a ghost, "What's your order?"

"Bring me some shells up."

Shylock ordered.

He wants to bring back Houston's childhood, including the skills Garp taught him that he hadn't learned.

Sherlock must learn.

Laubran carried a box of shells onto the deck and looked at Sherlock with a little doubt: "Captain, the ammunition you want."

Sherlock took off his jacket, picked up a cannonball, learned Garp's movements, and threw the cannonball out.

"Fist bone meteorite".

The shell fell into the sea like a meteorite and exploded.

The airflow generated after the explosion can spread several miles away.

This power and distance are far inferior to Garp's "Fist Bone Meteorite".

Sherlock dropped the bomb again.

Laurent looked at Sherlock in surprise: "Captain, you'll learn it after reading it."

No, I watched it more than once, I watched it countless times... Sherlock replied in his heart.

From sunrise to sunset, Sherlock sat slumped in a mahogany chair with exhaustion, and Laubran served him a cup of coffee.

"Have you added sugar?"

Sherlock asked.

Laubran nodded: "Double the sugar."

Sherlock nodded slightly and took a sip of coffee.

After resting for a quarter of an hour, he left the deck, went to the training room on the second floor, and began to practice the "Iron Fist of Love".

Actually practice Armament Haki.

Sherlock practiced all night without making any progress.

In the early morning of the next day, he fell asleep with exhaustion, and in his dream, he seemed to have returned to Houston's childhood.

Garp is educating him with an iron fist of love.

The movements and methods of his punching were replayed in Sherlock's mind as if in slow motion.

Sherlock got up abruptly and awoke.

He continued to practice according to the method in his dream, but failed.

Sherlock shook his head and sighed, "Master, where is the problem?"

After the restless efforts of everyone, the Extreme Hell stayed in the Calm Belt for a month, and finally drove on the Grand Line.

On the first day of entering the Grand Line, everyone except Sherlock and Laurent was too tired to lift their feet, feeling that their legs were no longer theirs.

Including the cook on the boat did not escape the fate of riding a bicycle. His fat belly was thinner, and the whole person was slim.

"Brother, I suddenly remembered an important thing."

Wrightson sat cross-legged on the ground and touched his chin.

Sherlock raised his left eyebrow: "What?"

"I built a robot before. As long as the solar battery is installed, the robot can step on the bicycle and create power."

Wrightson said.

Sherlock was sweating.

All the pirates looked over at Wrightson, their eyes full of malice.

In less than 5 minutes, Wrightson had been rubbed on the ground by them, and was sanctioned by violent punches.

However, most of his body has been remodeled, but it hurts the pirates.

"Fucking mental retardation."

The pirates cursed, wishing everyone kicked him, but the foot hurts so much that he can't lift it up.

Sherlock looked at Wrightson who was hammered into a pig's head, and coughed twice: "Have you ever thought of transforming the ship into a cruise ship with turbine power so that we can move forward even if there is no wind."

Wrightson looked at Sherlock with glowing eyes: "Captain, you are right, I will go now."

"..."

Sherlock felt a crow flying over his head.

"Captain, look."

Cam pointed to the front, and a black storm swept across.

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