Pirates: I am the devil

Chapter 60 Do You Feel the Pain?

Capon Torrio was devastated.

The family he had built up was over.

The child he raised died.

As he was approaching old age, his career and family suffered a double fatal blow. The fact that he did not collapse on the spot, kneeling on the ground and hugging his son's head and crying bitterly was already a reflection of his strong willpower.

Looking at the headless body slowly falling down and the triangular head rolling down the stairs, Capon Torrio gritted his teeth and stood up again.

His hanging hands were gradually covered with a layer of iron gray, and the texture of his skin changed to the unique coldness of metal. In just a few breaths, he turned from a flesh and blood body into an iron man.

Parahuman Ironhide Fruit!
This is not a very powerful fruit, it can only make his skin as hard as steel.

Although he was invincible in gang fights with his iron body and iron fists, it was still a pipe dream for him to dominate the sea.

In order to prevent his child from making the same mistake again, he spent a huge amount of money to find an absolutely powerful devil fruit. However, before he could get it, the God of Death showed up.

At this moment, Capon Torrio was filled with only regret and anger.

But it's no use regretting, no one knew that those bitches in the navy were hiding such a big surprise.

He could feel the malicious gaze behind him.

That world-destroying demon from O'Hara must be right by the window, happily admiring the tragic scene of his losing his beloved son!
He really wanted to turn around and rush towards the devil to avenge his son, but the nature of gangs has always been to bully the weak and fear the strong, and he is old and has lost the enterprising spirit of his youth.

Besides, the person who did it was not that devil.

With murderous eyes fixed on the bruised and muscular old gladiator in front of him, Capon Torrio walked towards him step by step with his fists clenched.

I can't kill that demon, but can I kill you?

"You lowly wild dog, how dare you attack my child." The old godfather of the Capone family cried bitterly due to the loss of his beloved son and the destruction of his huge family business.

His muscles bulged high, bursting his slim suit. The floor was crumbling under the heavy pressure of his footsteps, and a hoarse roar of extreme anger came from his throat.

"The evil villain of the troubled times deserves death!"

The old gladiator stepped on the fat headless body and pulled out the spear. His bloodstained old face showed no sadness or joy, as if he was stating a fact.

"I'm going to kill you!" Capon Torrio roared, crushed the bricks and stones under his feet, and punched the old gladiator in the chest.

The fist whistled, carrying with it a tremendous amount of energy. This was a punch that was strong enough to penetrate even steel.

If this were to happen, the old gladiator would turn into a human fountain, with bones, internal organs, blood and flesh all spilling out.

Severely wounded, he no longer had the strength to dodge, and he just silently thrust out the spear in his hand, his old eyes staring at the figure standing quietly behind him.

Even if he dies, he will die with dignity, and leave his own mark on the enemy before dying!
Capon Torrio saw that this lowly old creature not only dared to resist, but didn't even look at him, and the murderous intent in his eyes deepened.

However, just before his fist was about to land on the opponent's chest, the ridiculous spear pierced through his striped suit and poked into his skin as hard as steel.

Clang!
The sound of metal clashing was heard, and Capone Torrio's face suddenly changed. His wildly beating heart suddenly felt an indescribable pain, as if someone was squeezing it tightly with his hands, trying to crush it into minced meat!

The sudden severe pain caused most of the energy in his punch, which he had concentrated all his strength on, to dissipate on the spot!
The fatal blow that could have turned the old gladiator into a human fountain only sent him flying backwards, and the force was lost after he knocked down a few gangster thugs who were fighting.

"Ugh, ahhhhh..." The Godfather's calmness and sense of oppression disappeared, and Capone Torrio fell to his knees in pain, his hands tightly covering his chest, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping from his forehead.

Along with the extreme pain coming from his heart, his mind began to replay the scene of himself breaking his beloved son's arm with one punch and watching him being pierced through the heart and beheaded.

At the same time, he seemed to hear his deceased wife's dying advice in his ears. That extremely weak voice told him to take good care of their son and not let him get hurt, otherwise she would not be at peace even after her death.

There were also those old subordinates who had followed him throughout the Western Sea, their cries echoing in his ears, questioning why he just watched and did nothing as they died one by one in the chaotic infighting.

"No, no, no!" Under the dual torture of body and mind, the old godfather of the mafia knelt on the ground and howled in pain:
"It's not like this! It shouldn't be like this!"

It should have been Becky who became an excellent leader under his guidance, and enjoyed hunting down other family leaders just like he did when he was young, so that the Capone family's glory would reach a new level!
Why, why is this happening? !
“Feel the pain, think the pain, understand the pain, and then be the pain.”

A line of blood and tears flowed down his plump old face. He tightly covered his still aching heart and turned around with difficulty to look at the devil leaning against the window and speaking jokingly.

"Now, tell me." Siren's eyes smiled into crescents, flashing a cold light:
"Do you feel the pain?"

Capon Torrio endured the severe pain that spread from his heart to his limbs and bones, trying hard to stand up and launch a suicidal attack on the damn demon.

"Why are you doing this, you bastard?!"

"I've already said it before, as long as you want it and I have it, we can talk about everything!"

"Why?!"

At this moment, the old godfather was like an old and weak wolf king who was surrounded by a pack of hyenas and let out a desperate roar.

However, the severe pain seriously affected his perception, causing him to fail to notice that the old figure behind him, who could die at any time, had climbed up from the gang member's corpse.

Picking up the broken spear, he staggered behind Capone Torrio, who was kneeling on the ground.

Blood oozed from his mouth and nose, but his eyes were still full of unyielding will. Even though every muscle in his broken body was wailing, he still stubbornly raised the spear in his hand.

His body was shaking, but his raised arms were steady, and the spear raised above his head was even steadier!

Cyrus quietly looked at the two people overlapping in the same straight line, spread his hands to both sides, and put on an expression that said "I am also helpless":
"Yes, isn't it your lives that I want?"

His purpose was very simple from the beginning, but these gangsters had a lot of twists and turns in their minds and made the problem complicated.

"Die in peace!"

With a low shout, the old gladiator suddenly thrust down with the spear in his hand.

The cold tip of the gun penetrated Capon Torrio's vest without any obstruction, passed through the flesh and bones, and drilled into the heart that was in great pain.

The hand holding the gun turned slightly, and the heart pierced by the sharp blade was torn into pieces in an instant. The expression of the underground king who had dominated the West Sea for many years froze on his face.

Letting go of the broken spear, leaving it on the lifeless body, the old gladiator took a few deep breaths and mustered up his last bit of strength to move forward.

He looked up and forward, and although his vision was blurry, he could still see the figure standing quietly.

The corners of his cracked lips trembled slightly, and the old gladiator slowly knelt on one knee.

(End of this chapter)