Pirate’s Strongest Possession

Chapter 771 Marine Power

Old Marine's words were low and sonorous, and the Marines who were hiding under the appearance of the pirate immediately became serious.

"Notify all the soldiers in hiding, be prepared, and wait for our first Namikaze wave to rise, it's time for them to take action!"

He slowly stood up, looked at the deep sea ahead, and said lightly.

"Yes! Novas Lord Vice Admiral!"

The soldier said.

"Then, tell the vanguard now that you can start the action!"

Glancing again at the pirates who are still immersed in Whitebeard's mighty power, Novas sneered.

"I believe this will surely give them a surprise!"

"I believe so, Master Vice Admiral."

Behind Novas, a man with a hat and a knife on his waist said.

"Go!"

"Yes!"

The surroundings returned to quiet again, and Novas looked at the soldiers in a free state in front of him, very confident in his heart. This time, although he brought few people, they were all the most elite soldiers in Marine. Compared with these undisciplined pirates, it's a world of difference.

"Marine's road to clean up this sea will begin here."

Novas said inwardly.

Soon, all the plans Marine secretly deployed were prepared.

Above the sea, the pirates still did not leave. The sensation and shock caused by Whitebeard made them unable to recover at this moment.

"Who can fight him with such power?"

The pirates sighed. Originally, many forces wanted to take advantage of this rare gathering opportunity of Ten Thousand Years to come to a duel, but they were not in this mood.

The power of Whitebeard silenced the pirates and calmed the sea.

Many people have been speechless for a long time, not knowing what to say.

But at this moment, in a remote corner, a pirate ship with a weird flag approached another pirate group quietly.

"Feron Pirates, Captain Federer, is offering a reward of 450 million Baileys, and there are other strong pirates under its banner, and the total reward for the entire ship has reached 1.80 million."

At the bow of the weird flag pirate ship, a standing man muttered to the front.

"This knife, let's start here!"

"Pirates, the power of Marine, from this moment, you will know!"

As the two ships approached, the man’s eyes became colder and colder, and a faint killing intent radiated from his body. Behind him, a dozen figures stood, and everyone was exposed. The meaning of killing.

The number is small, but there is no doubt that these dozens of people are all experienced fighters.

"What do you do?"

The closer the distance, the Ferron Pirates gradually discovered the strange expressions and atmosphere of a dozen people on this boat.

No one answered him, the sign on the weird banner, like a skeleton with a clown face, fluttered in the wind, revealing a dark humor and a sense of gloom.

Inexplicably, everyone on the Ferron Pirate Ship was a bit creepy.

"Drawing a knife, this group is not right!"

Federer's eyes were solemn, and he shouted in a low voice.

The crew are also on alert and defensively.

The clown-faced skull pirate flag fluttered more violently, and the wind on the sea seemed to be even greater.

At this moment, the speed of the pirate ship accelerated, and suddenly, there was a sense of murder and cruelty of a thousand troops charging.

Unknowingly, the two ships were close to ten meters, and they were able to see every face on each other's ship not too far apart.

"Who are you guys anyway?"

Federer drank again.

This group of people had killing intent in their eyes, and their goal was undoubtedly aimed at themselves, but what made him puzzled was that he didn't even know them.

"Federer, have you forgotten the hatred ten years ago?"

"Today, I finally met together, how can I feel at ease if I don't kill you!"

The man on the bow shouted loudly when the clown-faced pirate was on board.

His voice was not covered in the slightest, and it spread all over the sea.

Inadvertently, many pirates turned around.

"Ten years ago?"

Federer's face was startled, and then furious.

What a joke, he hadn't got into the water at all ten years ago, just an ordinary young man in his twenties. You know, he is still young now, but thirty-five-six.

He was very clear about his memories ten years ago, and he had no impression of this group of people in front of him.

But Federer didn't have time to say this, and the men on the clown-faced pirate ship leaped up, and in the blink of an eye, they pulled out their weapons and rushed to his ship.

"Success, Federer!"

"The grievances ten years ago should be put to an end!"

The cold words spread again, and the pirates were slightly startled, and there was already a trace of interest in watching the drama in their eyes.

"Kill them!"

Since it was unclear, Federer didn't explain it. He roared and ran, ready to meet the enemy.

However, what the Ferron Pirates did not expect was.

Although this clown face pirate group is not large in number, its combat effectiveness and ferocious character are simply shocking.

The first wave of tentative attacks on both sides was just a face-to-face encounter.

"Puff!"

A large swath of blood was thrown, and Federer looked back and saw that he had two brothers with a bounty of more than 100 million yuan. They were cut directly from the middle with a knife, and the whole body was divided into two halves.

The indifferent enemy stepped out, his boots stained with blood, but his expression did not change at all, and he turned to look for the next target.

Don't say a word, don't express any thoughts in your heart.

These dozen people turned out to be the coldest, cruel killers, making people feel chills behind their backs.

"Damn it!"

Federer looked angry.

This group of people, simply inexplicable, drew their knives as soon as they came up, making no sense at all.

"Your name is Federer, and you are offering a reward of 450 million Baileys. Ten years ago, you were just a civilian, but within a day, for some reason, you chose to go to sea as a pirate."

"Then, in just ten years, you went from being an honest and kind farmer to an executioner holding a long knife and killing people without blinking."

The young man at the bow came to Federer at this moment and slowly drew the long knife from his waist.

The blade was dark, and it was not ordinary at first glance. As the long knife was unsheathed, Federer even felt a cold sharp breath that stung his body.

"I don't know you at all!"

Federer gritted his teeth.

The young man shrugged, as if agreeing, but also like in denial.

"What do you want to do?"

Federer shouted.

"According to the superior's order, the Ferron Pirates, not one will stay!"

The young man raised his head, the long knives had all been unsheathed, and said coldly.

When Federer heard these words, he seemed to have figured out something in a blink of an eye, and his eyes were full of shock.

"You are?!"

His face was full of weirdness, and he wanted to shout the answer out loud.

But it's too late!

The young man took a step, then quickly swung his knife.