One Piece meme: Starting with eight extraordinary skills

Only in slightly more remote areas can one see the luxurious villas of the nobility, forming a stark contrast with the dirty and chaotic slums.

Today, war is raging on the land of the Kingdom of Troy, and the sounds of gunfire can be heard from time to time.

The poor, dressed in simple clothes, were already destitute. They watched numbly as the Eight Treasures Navy appeared in the streets and alleys, engaging in fierce street battles with the Capone gang members in suits.

Bullets have no eyes. In the midst of fierce fighting, stray bullets would occasionally hit the poor people nearby. But no one, whether it was the two sides in the battle or the relatives and friends of the dead, cared. Only numbness remained.

When a person is extremely poor, life becomes something dispensable in their eyes. Perhaps for these poor people in the slums who are burdened with huge debts, death is a kind of liberation from this hell on earth.

A tall man, as agile as a monkey, tumbled back and forth across the rooftops of the slums. His hands, much larger than those of an average adult man, gripped two gleaming black revolvers, which he would occasionally fire, piercing the hearts of his pursuers behind him.

After tumbling onto the balcony again, the man stood up, smoothing out his magenta suit and neatly arranging his yellow bow tie.

Glancing down at the black coat draped over his shoulders, riddled with bullet holes and the chainmail hidden beneath, Witt casually tossed it aside. He then fixed his gaze on the relentlessly pursuing Cai and Abu, a snarling laugh spreading across his face as he revealed a serpentine tongue.

"Eight Treasures Navy, we Capone gang have no grudge against you, so why do you keep opposing us?"

As he spoke, Witt didn't forget to load a bullet into his revolver.

Old Cai and Abu exchanged a glance and blocked Witt's escape route from the left and right.

Vittor was tall with slightly pale skin, curly black hair, and wore a pair of small round sunglasses, making him look rather strange.

Old Cai gripped his Guan Dao tightly and grinned maliciously:

"Vitt the 'Strange Gun' of the Capone gang, rumor has it that you are Capone Bege's right-hand man. If you obediently surrender and truthfully tell us where Capone Bege is, we brothers will spare your life!"

"Hehehe..." Witt chuckled maliciously, "Do you think I'd believe such nonsense meant for a three-year-old?"

Old Cai snorted coldly and said:

"We knew you wouldn't give up until you're dead, so we might as well tell you the truth: it's not that our Eight Treasures Navy wants to cause trouble for your Capone gang, but that West Sea Governor who was parachuted in from Naval Headquarters wants Capone Bege's head!"

"The Governor-General of the Western Sea? The Brigadier General Yang Ming, who is rumored to have personally executed Drought Jack?"

Upon hearing this, Witt's face turned deathly pale. His skin was already pale, but now it looked sickly.

"That's right, it's the one you're thinking of."

Seeing that Witt had lost his composure, Old Cai pressed his advantage and said:

"Think about it carefully. Anyone who opposes that being has never had a good ending. Moreover, the fact that Commodore Yang Ming was able to withstand the pressure from Kaido, one of the Four Emperors of the Beasts, and is still alive and well shows that he is not only ruthless but also has the strength to rival Kaido."

"Your Capone gang is nothing more than the largest mafia in the West Sea. Within this small territory of the West Sea, Capone Bege might be considered a big shot, but outside of the West Sea, Capone Bege is nothing. In front of Brigadier General Yang Ming, Capone Bege isn't even worthy of carrying his shoes!"

Old Cai showered Yang Ming with compliments without batting an eye, completely forgetting the conflict he had with Yang Ming months ago.

Taking advantage of Witt's distraction, Old Cai signaled to Abu with his eyes to make a move.

The two brothers were of one mind; they understood each other with just a glance.

Abu immediately pounced on him, pinning Witt down with a powerful slam, and then quickly disarmed Witt of the two revolvers in his hands.

Just as the two were about to capture Victor, a hearty laugh suddenly came from the alleyway next door.

"The 13th generation pillar of the prestigious Babao Navy actually resorted to such despicable means to deal with my right-hand man. It's truly an eye-opener."

Old Cai and Abu turned their heads and saw a group of people walking out of the alley.

The leader, dressed in a suit and tie, wearing a hat and scarf, with a cigar dangling from his lips, was short in stature, yet none of the people present dared to underestimate him.

No other than Becky, the leader of the Capone gang!

Capone Becky was holding Holly's hair. The woman, who was engaged to Old Cai, was covered in bruises and injuries, and was being dragged along the ground by Capone Becky like a dead dog.

With a look of disgust, Capone Begi tossed the woman he was holding to the ground, placed his hands on his cane, and stared coldly at Old Cai, saying:

"Put down my person, and I'll give your fiancée back to you!"

Any force that lacks cohesion will only have power if its leader doesn't take care of its subordinates.

When Witt was feeling disheartened, he was secretly moved when he heard that Capone Becky had paid such a huge price for him. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel guilty and resentful that he had become a burden to the Godfather.

Old Cai cracked his knuckles and grinned maliciously:

"We never expected to find you so easily after searching high and low. We've finally found you!"

As he watched as Old Cai raised his hand and fired a signal flare, which revealed a white dove-shaped plume of smoke against the sky, Capone Bege's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of unease suddenly enveloped him.

Capone Bege was extremely confident in his intuition. Before he became famous, it was his keen intuition that allowed him to dodge deadly stray bullets in street fights and rise from a small-time thug to the position of the Godfather of the Mafia.

"Do it!"

Knowing that this place was not safe to stay in, Capone Bege immediately ordered an attack.

More than two hundred gang members emerged from the alley, with Gotti, the top assassin of the Capone gang, leading the charge.

Gotti was tall and dressed in a suit and tie. His head was bald except for a few light purple hairs on the sides. He wore a huge black metal plate on his left shoulder and carried a heavy three-barreled machine gun on his right arm. His fighting style was exceptionally fierce. He would raise his hand and pull the trigger. As the barrel spun rapidly, a series of dark solid bullets shot out.

Old Cai brandished his Guan Dao (a type of halberd), rotating it clockwise into a propeller shape to continuously deflect the oncoming hail of bullets.

However, the bullet carried a terrifying impact, causing his legs to involuntarily move backward.

Even more terrifying, other gang members in suits arrived as well, each pulling out a flintlock pistol and firing in unison.

Gunshots rang out incessantly, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

After fighting for a long time, Lao Cai and Abu's stamina could no longer support the Armament Haki covering their entire bodies for an extended period, and they inevitably felt the pressure coming from the front.

Seeing their disheveled appearance, Capone Bege commented indifferently:

"The Eight Treasures Navy is nothing special!"

Witt scrambled back to Capone Bege's side, barely having time to feel relieved to have escaped death. Seeing that Capone Bege didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the situation, Witt quickly shouted:

"Godfather, the Governor of the Western Sea is on his way! We must retreat immediately!"

Governor-General of the Western Sea!

These four words were like the golden headband on Sun Wukong's head; any gang member who heard them would turn pale.

Capone Begi's mouth gaped open, not even noticing his cigar fall to the ground. He grabbed Victor's collar with both hands, exclaiming in terror:

"Is this true?"

Chapter 183 My Greatsword is Long Awfully Thirsty

The poorer and more backward a country is, the more ignorant and uninformed its people are, and the more deeply they believe in religious faith.

This is vividly demonstrated on the soil of the Kingdom of Troy.

Near the squalid slums, one magnificent monastery after another is scattered in a well-organized manner. Inside the high walls built of large granite blocks, monks in black robes with long hair hold Mass, offering food and drink to the devout pilgrims who come and go, and receiving the grateful thanks of the poor.

However, when the Eight Treasures Navy clashed with the Capone gang in the city, the usually kind and benevolent monks suddenly transformed, grabbing weapons from the monastery and heading into the city to support the Capone gang.

Reality is not a fairy tale; it is always full of dark humor.

These monks, who were so beloved by the poor, were actually members of the Mafia!

Upon learning that Yang Ming had landed in the Kingdom of Troy, Capone Bege immediately led a group of followers to retreat there.

Anyone who can excel in a particular field is no ordinary person. Capone Bege's rise from a mere thug to the godfather of the Mafia was not solely due to the support of Shiki the Golden Lion. His own insight, skill, and execution were all top-notch.

Capone Bege was naturally very skilled at having multiple burrows, and he had funded the construction of more than half of the monasteries in the Kingdom of Troy. Under each monastery, several hidden tunnels were dug, connecting to the docks on the coast.

Surrounded by a group of Mafia members, Capone Becky arrived at the magnificent monastery before him.

Hearing the approaching footsteps of his pursuers, Capone Bege glanced back and was immediately terrified.

The old Cai Abu and others who had been defeated by him earlier were now joining forces with Qingjiao and others, leading a naval force of Babao to arrive. Behind this naval force, the figures of naval soldiers could even be faintly seen, clearly indicating that the direct subordinates of the West Sea Governor had arrived. It was likely that even Brigadier General Yang Ming had arrived.

Capone Bege took a deep breath and immediately gave orders to his right-hand men:

"Each of you will lead a group of men to occupy the various defensive positions throughout the monastery. You must delay the enemy's movements!"

Vittor and Gotti nodded in unison, knowing the situation was urgent, and immediately led their men to make arrangements.

This monastery was designed from the outset as a small fortress, with gun ports in its towering spires. Snipers could be positioned on high ground, naturally gaining excellent visibility and firing positions simply by setting up their weapons there.

The monastery entrance was designed as a long, narrow tunnel. To block the large number of pursuers behind, not only were the heavy iron gates tightly closed, but several tons of stone locks were also placed down to completely block the gate.

Standing atop the spire, Victor the Gunner held a gleaming black revolver in each hand. He spotted Old Cai and Abu, his old grudges rising within him, and he quickly turned his guns around.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang..."

From various high vantage points, bullets rained down on the approaching Babao naval forces like a storm, and men were frequently shot and fell into pools of blood, but none of them retreated. Instead, this only fueled their ferocity.

Old Cai brandished his heavy Guan Dao, constantly deflecting the bullets coming his way. Seeing that the entrance to the monastery was blocked, he became extremely anxious and turned to Qingjiao for help.

The grandfather and grandson didn't need many words; Qingjiao naturally understood what Lao Cai meant.

If they let Capone Bege, this big fish, get away, they'll be in trouble with the Governor of the West!

The thought that Yang Ming might get furious made even a seasoned veteran like Qingjiao tremble slightly.

Green Pepper took a deep breath, the stale air filling his chest, a mixture of blood and gunpowder, which was not very pleasant.

Power flowed from his heels, through his waist, and into his head, combined with Armament Haki. Chinjao transformed into a human tank, charging headlong, ignoring the gunfire from the mafia members at the monastery, and crashing straight into the monastery gate.

"Eight-Strike Fist!"

"Wu Tou!"

The moment the green pepper's head slammed into the monastery gate, the entire monastery trembled violently.

"boom!"

In the next instant, both the iron gate and the stone lock weighing several tons were smashed to pieces by this unreasonable force!

Overjoyed, Lao Cai immediately led his men into the monastery, hacking and killing anyone they saw, carving a bloody path through the crowd.

Witt and Gotti tried to join forces to stop the ferocious Eight Treasures Navy, but without Capone Bege in charge, the two of them had no chance of stopping Green Pepper.

"You two young men, die!"

With a roar like a lion's roar, he waved his fan-like hand, sweeping it down on Witt and Gottie like a storm, even knocking away the dense bullets that Gottie had fired.

"Poof!" "Poof!"

Witt and Gotti were struck dumb. They coughed up blood mid-air and slammed their backs against the granite wall of the monastery. Their bodies went limp and collapsed. Although their strong physiques prevented them from dying immediately, they had clearly lost the ability to move.

With the defeat of two Capone gang leaders, the remaining Mafia members collapsed in disarray.

When Yang Ming led his troops to the scene, the brief battle between the Babao Navy and the Capone gang had already come to a temporary end. The situation had been brought under control by the Babao Navy, with only sporadic gunshots ringing out from the corners, indicating that some Mafia members were still putting up a last-ditch resistance.

Old Cai emerged from the monastery looking disheveled. Upon seeing Yang Ming, his heart skipped a beat, and he managed a weak smile.