Pirates: King of the World From the White Town

Bang bang bang!

Seeing that Prince Pengpeng was about to run away, the mob raised their guns and shot.

The momentum is there, but the accuracy is too far away.

After all, being able to learn how to use firearms in such a short period of time is already the limit.

Accuracy requires long-term practice and depends on talent.

If this continues, maybe Prince Pengpeng will escape.

Abel, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but shook his head. It really was a mob, too useless.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, if you are allowed to run away, the next good show will not be able to unfold."

"So please die. Don't worry, I will spend all the wealth you have accumulated for you."

Abel took out the pistol that Doflamingo gave him, pointed it at Prince Pengpeng who was running away, and then lightly pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Prince Pengpeng who was running fell to the ground.

"help me"

Prince Pengpeng stretched out his hand to the No. 1 dogleg in front of him. He didn't want to die, and his eyes were full of desire to survive.

Dogleg No. 1 subconsciously wants to save people, after all, everything about him comes from this person in front of him.

But the next moment, the sound of shouting and killing soaring to the sky has already been heard.

"Hit, that bastard was hit!"

"Hurry up and kill him!"

"Don't let him go, I will cut him into pieces!"

Dogleg No. 1 hesitated. If he took the other party with him now, the result would be that neither of them would be able to escape.

Better to live alone than to die together.

So No. 1 dogleg didn't hesitate any longer, ignored the hand that Prince Pengpeng extended to him, turned around and ran away.

Seeing this scene, Prince Peng Peng's face immediately became extremely distorted, and his eyes were full of resentment and anger.

Then he was overwhelmed by what he called an angry mob.

The people selected to attack this manor are basically the avengers whose families were ruined because of Prince Peng Peng and his henchmen.

So they didn't care what would happen after killing Prince Pengpeng.

They don't even want their lives, so what's there to be afraid of?

In just an instant, Prince Pengpeng was beaten into a hornet's nest, and died with his eyes wide open unwillingly.

And it's not over yet, there are people still queuing behind, waiting to empty the ammunition on Prince Peng Peng, even if it's just a corpse.

"Stop fighting, let's go! The army of the palace is almost here!"

"Go, if you don't go, it will be too late."

"Let's go. It's worth using this old life to avenge my daughter. Give me the remaining ammunition, and I'll kill you."

"Count me in, I've lived enough."

"Yes, you don't lose if you kill one, and you earn money by killing two!"

"Leave me some ammunition too, Made, it was all shot at that bastard just now, what a waste."

"Everyone."

"Let's go, the future of the rebel army depends on you."

In a short while, most of the personnel scattered and fled, leaving only dozens of old things waiting for the arrival of the soldiers of the kingdom with a relaxed face.

Then there was another burst of gunfire, and a fierce exchange of fire ensued between the two sides.

. . . . . .

In the palace.

The king couldn't help closing his eyes as he looked at Prince Pengpeng, who had been shot hundreds of times and was almost beaten into a pile of rotten flesh.

Although he is indeed doting on his little son, it's not like that.

And when he opened his eyes again, there was no sadness in his eyes, only coldness remained.

"Call all the soldiers and search the whereabouts of the mob across the country. Once found, shoot and kill!"

"If there are shelters, kill them!"

"Whoever knows and does not report, kill!"

"Those who spread rumors, kill them!"

"Then execute all the mobs that were captured before, and hang their bodies as a warning to others."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The king waved his hands and told them to hurry up, and then he heard someone crying in the hall.

Turning his head and looking, it turned out that it was Prince Pengpeng's No. 1 dogleg, who was crying bitterly on Prince Pengpeng's body.

It seems to be expressing his loyalty in this way.

Seeing this, the country nodded, "Yes, you have a heart."

"His Royal Highness treated me as much as a mountain, and the villain really has nothing to repay, woo woo woo."

"In this case, then you can bury my son with me. With you by my side, my son will not be lonely down there."

The cries of Dogleg No. 1 stopped abruptly, and the expression on his face was extremely exciting!

But it was too late to regret it now, and soldiers dragged him down immediately.

"No, I'm ummm."

"My son is dead, how dare you live alone like a dog?"

The king muttered something to himself, and then set his sights on the old guns in front of him.

If he wasn't too confused, these guns should all be the ones his soldiers just picked up.

"What a good way, my son's death is not wronged."

When he saw these old guns, he had already guessed the cause and effect of the whole thing.

But the arms dealer named Abel had already disappeared.

The ships docked at the port also left with a lot of wealth.

There is only one mess left.

What a cruel heart!

But this revenge must be avenged, and those mobs must die!

. . . . . .

Something big happened in the Kingdom of Bliss.

Prince Pengpeng was killed by a group of mobs in a suburban manor.

The king is furious!

A large number of soldiers were dispatched to start a nationwide search for the mob.

There is a reward for reporting, and the same crime for harboring!

And once found, they were shot immediately on the spot.

Those mobs themselves are the bottom of the country, and they don't have 'I'm a mob' written on their faces.

And these mudlegs are more united than they thought.

So little gain.

Things didn't progress, and the unlucky ones were naturally these soldiers.

Then things started to get out of hand.

Many innocent people have been implicated as a result.

Since the mob can't tell the difference between real and fake, they would rather kill the wrong than let them go.

It doesn't matter whether you are a mob or not, as long as I think you are, then you are!

If you don't want to find a way to make some achievements, the next unlucky person will be yourself.

All of a sudden, there were cries, screams, gunshots... All kinds of sounds were in a mess.

In addition, those partners who stayed in the manor after the interruption were all executed, and their bodies were hung up for public display.

This made the rebels finally unable to bear it any longer.

As a result, the fierce fight was staged in an instant!

The real mob has emerged and is growing in number.

It seems that every moment someone is being driven from being a good citizen to being a mob.

At this time, the mountains of old ammunition in the hands of the rebels came in handy immediately. One person would take one, and if someone came, they would send it out!

It's hard to hit this thing accurately, but it's easy to learn how to shoot.

When the fuse was lit, the people who had been oppressed for a long time finally began to really resist.