One Piece: Adopting Akainu at the beginning, adopted son Barrett

Chapter 190 Borsalino Never Changes

"Two hours, is this my limit? The gap is still huge. Predicting elementalization in advance, advanced armament color, the old guys in the New World are really... ahem!"

Collapsed in the ruins, Borsalino coughed up blood and phlegm. In front of him was the dishevelled Bess. The long battle also made him feel exhausted.

The natural-type Pika Pika Nomi should not be underestimated. If he wanted to see Borsalino's movements clearly, he had to combine his observation Haki and the ability of the fruit, which increased his physical consumption.

In addition, he needs to use armament color to protect and attack from time to time, so his physical energy consumption is far greater than in ordinary battles.

Even if the Pika Pika Nomi has not been developed at all, the user of the fruit can still use the advanced Observation Haki to say "unbeatable"!
"It's over, brat. I didn't expect that as a marine you would be so cruel, Beth. You care less about the lives of civilians than that guy Sora. I've fought him before. To be honest, his justice is above yours, Beth!"

Beth approached slowly, talking trash.

After two hours of fighting, dead bodies lay all around them, and nearly half of the hundreds of hostages died in just two hours.

Most of them are consumed when used as meat shields.

Beth could see the clear reluctance and grief on Borsalino's face, and he also saw him and his crew members shooting everyone to death.

There was not the slightest hesitation at all, as if some decision had been made long ago.

Most of his crew members were killed by Borsalino, leaving only a few lucky ones and real crew members.

"Really? It's an honor to be compared with Marshal Kong. After all, I'm just a freelance officer."

Borsalino collapsed to the ground as if he had accepted his fate. He looked around at the corpses scattered around him, and an emotion called regret flashed in his eyes.

Most of them died at their own hands, after being used as human shields.

Some of them died very happily before they died, looking at themselves with eyes of approval and encouragement, and there was a final flash of relief in their eyes after death.

But most people looked at him with resentment and confusion, and some even cursed him before they died.

Borsalino was not surprised by this. If he were in his shoes, he would have done the same thing and cursed a navy man who didn't care about ordinary lives.

The wind blew across his face, as if comforting him and forgiving his previous behavior.

"Aren't you afraid of death? I can kill you at any time. You don't have the strength to do it now, and you can't even run far if you run away, Beth."

With the black flute still in his left hand, Bess stepped forward, followed by a group of ferocious pirates. They were his real and last followers.

Those who died were just cannon fodder recruited at random, and there was no shortage of such cannon fodder on the sea.

There weren't many pirate captains with a sense of "partnership" in Rocks' era, and unfortunately, he was one of the former.

Borsalino smiled and raised his head, supporting himself with his hands. He looked breathless and like he would be killed at any moment, but his movements revealed his calmness. He said:

"Of course I'm afraid. I'm most afraid of death! If I wasn't unable to give up something that can't be easily discarded, how could I care about such a troublesome matter?
What does their life or death have to do with me? I am a navy officer who is not even an admiral, so I don’t have that much time to worry about it.”

He said this self-deprecatingly, not hiding his true thoughts in front of Beth, his mouth as hard as stone.

Beth was a little curious. He was very patient now. He had already removed the barrier because Borsalino posed no threat at the moment. After killing him, he could take back what belonged to him and then leave.

Even if his own ship was destroyed by Borsalino, he could still seize a few sailboats, set sail again, and then buy new ships.

So, in such a foolproof scenario, what's wrong with watching the enemy please himself?

It's impossible that the naval reinforcements can arrive in just a few hours?

That's impossible! It's not the job of a scout to go out a few hours in advance. Even with the help of the Flash Fruit, it should take the navy at least one day to get here!
Otherwise, what’s the difference between them and those who come directly here?
Besides, he had already discovered those who were following him, so it was not difficult for him to reveal false information to them. Otherwise, he would not have said before that he would only hold out for half a day and then leave.

Experienced pirate captains always look ahead and behind! Well, except for fools and confident monsters.

"That's really heartless, but I recognize you, little navy boy. Men who can stick to their bottom line are real men."

Beth praised generously, and then said:
"Then let me see you off for the last time, Bass, Pipe, Flute, and Sword!"

"Long, come out quickly!"

"I know, I know. Really, you looked so handsome just now. You would be even more handsome if you were more confident before dying."

The wind howled suddenly, and a gust of wind blew the defenseless Bess away, and even the younger brothers behind him were blown to the ground.

Without timely protection, each of them suffered varying degrees of trauma.

Bess, who was the focus of attention, had all his limbs broken. The strong wind was like an invisible blade, penetrating his skin and flesh and hitting his bones!
“Ahhhh! Damn, despicable navy!”

Beth was lying on the ground, spitting out blood. His already miserable figure became even worse. His broken limbs couldn't even support him to stand up. He could only raise his head with all his strength to look at the person who came, and then he started cursing.

He never expected that the navy would send out two monstrous natural forces to attack him, one bright and one dark. Bess felt that if he could successfully prevent this sneak attack, or even barely defeat both of them, a navy admiral might even pop up behind him!
"Bullshit! Who knows if you're reliable or not! Hurry up and take care of that guy. It really hurts me. I need to go back and have some tea and read the newspaper to recuperate. I need to apply for sick leave!"

"Teacher Zefa won't agree to that. It's good enough if he lets you lie down for half a day."

In response to Borsalino's feeble shouting, the dragon that appeared beside him at some point shook his head.

Although Borsalino is seriously injured now, he can actually recover by eating something and resting for an hour or so, and will be full of energy the next day.

Sick leave? That’s just wishful thinking.

"This is a work-related injury! A work-related injury! The Navy cannot treat a hero like this! I want to protest!"

"You should save that for when you say it to Mr. Zephyr in person. Finish the fight quickly and I'll take you back to the ship to hand in your mission."

Long's smile faded and he looked warily at Beth lying on the ground.

Although he had experienced a battle that was not a crushing victory, and was then severely ambushed by himself and had his limbs broken, Long still did not dare to move forward rashly.

There is no other reason, there are just too many cases like this. Teacher Zefa tells them two almost every week, and the Beth in front of them is a living example!
Who knows, maybe he has some means to save himself and fight back?

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

Although Beth was full of flaws at the moment, Long still only targeted a less obvious flaw to launch an attack, and he attacked with all his strength!
Covered in armed color, it looked like an invisible dragon claw when released. Strong winds surged and wrapped around it. A light green dragon claw was formed in an instant, several meters long and wide, and it struck towards Beth's flaw without any hesitation.

The imagined scene of Beth dodging the attack with difficulty and then being unexpectedly attacked with another claw did not appear.

Half of Bess's body was torn into mud by this claw. The great pirate with a bounty of 1 billion fell in this way, and his death was very miserable.

"Eh? He... this... I..."

Standing in front of Borsalino, Long scratched his head awkwardly, then turned his head away with an awkward smile and looked up at the sky to laugh to himself.

Upon seeing this, Borsalino wiped the sweat from his forehead, then collapsed freely and lay on the dusty ground with his arms and legs spread out.

"Really? Dragon, do you think everyone is a monster like Mr. Ross and that guy Barrett?
But thank you anyway. It's hard for you to travel such a long distance in four hours, and you also have to ensure the wind speed on Zefa's boat is perfect."

Borsalino's expression was completely relaxed.

He is not a fool or a reckless man, but he never fights a battle without preparation. On the one hand, it is to defend his bottom line, and on the other hand, he has the confidence to take action.

Did Beth still think that the half hour he had spent running around was spent worrying about it?

No, no, no, it’s to give myself some room for error, otherwise he would have done it long ago!
He is just like what he said, he values ​​life more than anything else! If he can save his life, he really doesn't mind lowering his bottom line.

“Ahahaha, this feeling of powerlessness is unpleasant, isn’t it? I made the decision with the same feeling a few months ago. So how about now, Borsalino, join me in turning this world upside down!?”

"No, don't do that. I don't have your lofty ambitions and ideals. I can only support you mentally and help you with your actions. Following you? Absolutely not!"

"Why is this happening!"

After Long had finished off all the pirates he had ambushed, he spoke with a dejected look on his face, his hands free and an aggrieved expression on his face.

The script shouldn't be written like this!

"Then don't you realize any ideals from this incident?"

"That's not the case. My current ideal has changed from living a leisurely life to doing whatever I want after I have the strength! So, are you shocked by my great ideal~~"

"…………"

Long was speechless.

Can this be called ideal?

However, this seemed to be the Borsalino he knew, a scoundrel who was willing to help but always thought about protecting himself first.

I will start to recover tomorrow. In fact, I am fully capable of writing two more chapters now.

But I'll save it first and send it out tomorrow. I can't keep falling like this! We clearly agreed to pay 10,000 yuan a day.

But I always can’t persist.

I want to change!

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(End of this chapter)