Pirates: No Justice

The sky was clear.

There was only one cloud floating in the sky.

After handing over the information.

Roy rushed to the Whitebeard Pirates without stopping.

Trafalgar Law followed Caesar Clown to Whitebeard's territory yesterday.

And today was the time for him to treat Whitebeard's hidden injuries.

Because Golden Lion was now equivalent to an idiot, Roy represented the Sky Pirates in all important matters.

Trafalgar Law's treatment of Whitebeard was initiated by Roy.

So Roy had to be on the side at the treatment site.

After all, even with the power of the Operation Fruit, accidents might occur.

And Roy's role was nothing else but to be a ballast stone for Trafalgar Law and Caesar Clown, so that they could perform stably and with confidence.

When Roy arrived at the Whitebeard Pirates, the operating table for the operation had been set up.

In order to ensure Whitebeard's safety during the operation, the operating table was built in a glass cover, and all the captains were around.

Landing from the sky.

At this time, Whitebeard was wearing shorts and was about to enter the operating room.

Behind him were the fully armed Trafalgar Law, Caesar Courant and Marco who also served as assistants.

"Gulala, kid, why are you here?"

Looking at Roy who fell from the sky, Whitebeard smiled at him heroically.

"Roy, Caesar, remember to be careful during the operation later. I'm waiting for your good news outside."

Ignoring Whitebeard, Roy was comforting Trafalgar Law and Caesar Courant who were a little nervous at the moment.

There was no way, in fact, it was not their fault for their poor psychological quality.

After all, the object of this operation was the world's most powerful pirate, Whitebeard.

And around the operating table, there was a large circle of famous pirates.

So this kind of occasion, this kind of oppression, not everyone can bear it.

At this time, Trafalgar Law and Caesar Courant were sure that if there was any accident in this operation, then the two of them would probably not think of leaving here alive.

"Ah, seal kid, and smoke kid, just do it with confidence! If the operation fails, it's my life."

Whitebeard's performance at this time is quite heroic.

Because he knows the cruelty of conflict with the navy, his heart has been very entangled.

He wants to save Ace at all costs, but if his beloved son is seriously killed or injured on the way to save Ace, this is something he doesn't want to see.

So Whitebeard directly regards this operation as a bet.

If the ability of the operation fruit is really that magical, then he will be more confident in saving Ace.

And if this operation fails, it can only mean that this is his life, and his lovely sons will not have to conflict with the navy because of his death.

It can be said that Roy's appearance has changed things a lot.

Although Whitebeard has a deep friendship with Roger, his sons are his relatives who have been with him for decades.

Looking at Whitebeard's eyes, there is a gamble in his eyes.

After Roy comforted Trafalgar Law and Caesar Courant again, Whitebeard walked into the transparent operating room under the worried eyes of all the pirates.

A large number of equipment were displayed in the transparent glass room.

Marco and Caesar Courant served as assistants, while Trafalgar Law was the attending doctor.

Pick up the scalpel.

Trafalgar Law could already feel the sharp eyes of the pirates outside the glass room.

But Trafalgar Law's early experience made him very strong.

"I haven't avenged Mr. Corazon yet, I absolutely can't fall here, Mr. Corazon, please bless me, so that this operation can be completed smoothly."

After silently praying to the person he respected most in his heart.

"Slaughterhouse."

The light blue hemispherical space directly enveloped the entire operating room.

Put on medical gloves.

"Whitebeard, I'm going to start"

His eyes suddenly became focused, automatically abandoning the sharp divine light outside.

"K· ROOM·Anesthesia."

The ability of the Operation Fruit, along with Trafalgar Law's rapid ejection.

Whitebeard's lower body suddenly lost consciousness.

"R·ROOM·Cut."

The scalpel in Trafalgar Law's hand flashed, and Whitebeard's thick thigh was directly cut in half.

"Gulala, is this the ability of the Operation Fruit? It's really interesting!"

Whitebeard put his hands on the back of his head and watched Trafalgar Law use his ability to cut off his thigh.

"Hey, Dad, lie down quickly, you are doing surgery now!" Seeing Whitebeard's leisurely look, Marco immediately shouted at him.

"It's okay, Marco, I can't feel the pain now, anyway, lying down is boring, it's better to see how the seal kid does the surgery."

Whitebeard's answer made Trafalgar Law and Caesar Courant's mouth twitch violently.

"You are worthy of being the most powerful man in the world! The ideas in your mind are different!"

Whitebeard interrupted Trafalgar Law and Caesar Courant's monographs for a moment.

But they recovered immediately.

Because the next operation must not go wrong, after all, their lives are on this operating table just like Whitebeard.

The pirates outside looked at the magical operation in the operating room and opened their mouths in amazement.

Looking at their father's thigh, it was cut into more than a dozen pieces, and not a drop of blood was shed.

Even these sea pirates who have seen the world were shocked and couldn't help swallowing saliva.

"Is this the ability of the operation fruit? No wonder it can be sold for 5 billion Baileys!"

Because Whitebeard had too many hidden injuries, just one leg took Trafalgar Law several hours.

The exquisite medical technology constantly repaired the hidden injuries on Whitebeard's body, and even quickly replaced some of the damaged tissues.

"Tweezers!"

"Wipe the sweat!"

Trafalgar Law was concentrating on the operation.

Whitebeard, like watching a play, regarded the three people, Trafalgar Law, Caesar Cullen, and Marco, who were doing their best, as a performance.

Seeing Whitebeard's leisurely look, Roy couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Just looking at the thighs is enough, but why is the abdomen still like this?

Watching someone else operate on my body is like watching a play.

Is the psychological quality so strong?