The Laughing Clown in Pirate

"It only takes one bad day to turn the most rational person into a lunatic!"

Surrounded by the navy, the clown put the dagger on Zefa's right arm with a bad smile...

"But I guess not today, hehe" the clown chuckled evilly.

Zefa, this determined man, encountered several bad lucks in his life, but his faith broke down until he was betrayed by the Navy. The Joker cannot let Zefa become Z. The only thing that can make Zefa become Z is his beloved Navy.

The surrounding Marines nervously surrounded the Joker, their fingers resting on the triggers.

"Let go of Teacher Zefa!"

If the angry eyes of the navy could turn into flames, the clown would be a pile of ashes at this time. Unfortunately, they cannot, so they can only obey the orders of the clown with a bad personality.

"Of course I will let him go. As long as you are obedient and obedient, your teacher will not last long."

At this time, Zefa has been completely submerged in fear, leaving only instinctive breathing. Ordinary people would probably have suffocated to death, but as a general-level combat power, and a general-level expert in physical skills, Zefa's monster-like physique makes Zefa Suffering till now.

"First... you all need to gather on the deck!"

In the watchtower sniper's sniper scope, the clown grinned.

"If you report the news to the Navy Headquarters, your dear teacher Zefa will die!"

"If you behave abnormally and attract other warships, Zefa will die!"

"If the warship cannot move out of the warning range, Zefa will die!"

"Anyway, you have to be obedient!"

Ahem... The clown cleared his throat: "Students, Teacher Zefa is temporarily taking my place in this class due to physical discomfort. The topic is... how to face setbacks!"

The clown scanned the deck, including the helmsman and lookouts. It seemed that everyone was present.

The clown whistled, twirling the dagger in his hand, and then stabbed into Zefa's body!

"asshole!!!"

The marines almost rushed in and tore the clown into pieces!

"I said, it's everyone!"

The clown looked at the young marines coldly, and the murderous aura accumulated after the fierce battle swept over them in an instant!

In the corner of the warship, several hidden marines walked out!

Phew! Another dagger was inserted into the other side of Zefa's body, exactly symmetrical with the previous one. The clown whistled and looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, but the navy knew what he meant, everyone!

The navy walked out of the cabin and bridge again, this time there were three people in total.

"Time is money, students!"

"You wasted 3 minutes. That's the entire warship. How many people are there?" The clown turned to ask one of the sailors.

"182 people!" the marine replied.

"Very good, please help me calculate how much time was wasted!"

"546 minutes!"

"546 minutes, students!" The clown held his forehead and looked distressed, "5460 push-ups, now! Now! Now!"

The clown looked at the navy who immediately did push-ups with satisfaction. As expected of the navy, the execution ability is very high!

Once upon a time, when he was young, he also wanted to be a teacher, not for any reason, just for the pleasure of slapping a kid on the hand. It would be even better if the kid was born by the head teacher.

"Signal troops come out! Helmsmen come out!"

Two signalmen and two helmsmen walked out of the team.

"The signal force requested the command ship to return! The reason was that General Zefa had an asthma attack."

"Report, we are the command ship!"

"Then convey the notice and hand over the command!"

This is good news, because it means that the person with the highest military rank in this sea area should be Zefa, which means that the clown will not encounter a general-level combat force.

"Helmsman, go to the bridge alone and drive towards the Navy Headquarters first. I will notify you when we leave this sea area!"

"I'll do it!" The young navy man came out ahead of the other helmsman. He had handsome features, but unfortunately a ferocious scar spanned the bridge of his nose and connected his left and right cheeks. He should be the co-helmsman.

"Let's continue." He watched the helmsman leave the clown and said, "Who among you is a person with abilities? Raise your hands!"

Among the navy, only two sailors raised their hands.

"Superman-type people with the ability to stick to the fruit have the ability to be attached to anything!"

"Animal type·bear fruit, panda form..."

"What did you say?" The clown looked at the plain-looking and slightly fat marine in surprise.

"I am an animal type bear bear fruit, a person with the ability of panda form"

"Listen to your ugly uncle, you can't control this fruit!" One of the clown's hands floated to the navy's shoulder and patted it, then he suddenly grabbed the navy's neck. He was first lifted up and then smashed onto the deck.

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"What are you going to do, clown!" someone in the navy yelled angrily, but took no further action.

The fat navy struggled violently on the deck. The navy watched all this in silence until the navy couldn't stop struggling. A fruit with an arabic pattern was pulled out of his body by the clown.

"What are you doing standing there, give him artificial respiration!" the clown said with a smile.

A thin sailor hurriedly ran out of the team and performed artificial respiration on the fat sailor.

The Devil Fruit floated in front of the clown, and was stuffed into Zefa's mouth by the clown. He was almost out of breath.

"Bring the sea-floor stone handcuffs to General Zefa!"

The marines looked at each other, and one of them, a muscular marine, stepped forward holding sea-stone handcuffs. One step, two steps, he gradually approached the clown, and then suddenly violently stood up.

The handcuffs danced in the air and approached the clown, but the clown's finger hit the navy's forehead first.

It was torn apart! The navy turned into cubes and scattered on the deck, but there was no blood.

"Three minutes, three minutes to put him together, he can still live, haha." The flying blocks fell among the navy under the direction of the clown's finger, and the navy began to hurriedly piece together their colleagues.

"These are thigh muscles!"

"That's the gluteus maximus! These are the thigh muscles!"

"Where is this on the body?" A female marine held up the smallest part!

"Be sure to keep it well, that's your dignity!"

Then he ordered a navy man to cuff Zefa's hands behind his back. The clown took out the asthma spray from Zefa's pocket and sprayed it between Zefa's mouth and nose a few times. Without emergency treatment, Zefa would die here.

"It's done!" the navy shouted!

"Wait, there's that!" The marines looked at the female marine together, and the female marine who had already reacted was blushing.

Embarrassed, she took out the smallest component from her pocket and solemnly placed it between the navy's legs.

"Don't twist it!" the navy who was torn apart spoke.

Snap! Closely engaged! Strong cheers rang out among the navy!!!!

Bang bang bang! The clown applauded and encouraged the sailors to complete this feat!

The cheers suddenly stopped, and the navy finally realized that they were still under threat.

The helmsman cooperated unexpectedly, and the clown estimated that they had sailed out of the alert sea area. So the clown confiscated their communication equipment, the phone bug, and ordered the navy to jump into the sea. He could not control so many prisoners, and one precious prisoner could only

enough.

He first took the unconscious Zefa to the restaurant for a big meal, then gnawed on the chicken legs and came to the cab. He leaned against the wall of the cab and looked at the helmsman in front of him who was still operating the rudder.

Snap, the clown tore off a piece of chicken leg, chewed it, and smacked his lips rudely.

"Let me guess, you are from the Revolutionary Army."

The leftover chicken bones were swirled and thrown into the trash can five meters away, and the clown smiled proudly.

The scarred-faced marine took off his navy cap, with a resolute face, turned around and gave the clown a revolutionary military salute.

"The Revolutionary Army greets you, Mr. Clown!"