Ghost Shark, but in the world of One Piece

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This is different from the calculation done an hour ago!

Under the intrigued gaze of Ghost Shark, Hawkins frantically fiddled with the tarot cards in his hand.

Each card, if real, grows on the sprouting vines.

"Arno, buddy, do you know where Sentomaru is?" Kizaru was clearly very patient and didn't blame Hawkins for his cold treatment at all.

Upon hearing this, Hawkins' hand trembled as he performed the divination. He forced himself to look at Kizaru, and his attitude instantly became respectful.

"If I say I don't know, will you let me off the hook?"

Chapter 170 Ghost Shark, You're Surrounded!

"Oh dear, that's not a good idea."

With his hands in his pockets and his eyes slightly lowered, Kizaru looked down at the man sitting on the wooden box, his words filled with nonchalance and ease.

"If I don't know, then I'll be free. Well, I'm free anyway, so I might as well let a serious offender like you go."

As Hawkins stood on high alert, Kizaru raised his leg and delivered a swift side kick.

"Speed ​​is weight, Basil Hawkins." Kizaru, behind his sunglasses, still had that deadpan look in his eyes. "You..."

A beam of light shot out from the sole of his shoe, making it look as if it were melting.

"...Have you ever been kicked by light?"

boom!

The violent explosion left only black and white in the 24th block.

In the aftermath, Kizaru's Justice Coat billowed and billowed in the wind and pebbles.

Meanwhile, at Port 27.

Among the fleeing people coming from another direction, a pirate suddenly clutched his head and collapsed, a scene that shocked everyone.

"Hey, what happened? Why did he suddenly vomit blood and faint?"

At the battle site, a rice paddy

The scarecrow crawled out of Hawkins's arm and was left on the ground as if abandoned.

"It's still too much of a stretch." He glanced at the broken scarecrow. "To deal with the general, relying on only 10 is still a bit risky."

Weak, too weak.

A group of newcomers who haven't even mastered the art of dominance are unbelievably weak.

Ghost Shark shook his head, leisurely enjoying the general's basic attack, but was soon interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

"Moshi moshi, is this Commodore Specter? I am Sentomaru, captain of the Marine Science Unit. Is Grandpa Kizaru with you?"

The Den Den Mushi transforms into a burly face with short, feminine hair and a scar stitched around the corner of its eye.

"Oh, it's you. Admiral Kizaru is here. What happened?"

Specter smiled and pressed the throne switch. Two laser beams shot out from the armrest, piercing Hawkins as he rose from the smoke. She then greeted Kizaru.

"Admiral Kizaru, it's Sentomaru on the phone."

"Sorry, Commodore Specter, I'm the most discreet man in the world. I absolutely will not tell you that I've discovered the Straw Hat crew's whereabouts and am about to report to the old man..."

Sentomaru paused for a moment, then quickly recovered and said in a calm and serious tone:

"Ah, I told you that voluntarily, not to answer your question."

"Indeed, they're very tight-lipped..." Specter smiled in agreement, then turned around, only to find that the scene before him nearly overheated his CPU.

"Hello, hello, this is Borsalino. How strange, there's no sound again."

Then Kizaru frowned as he looked at the black Den Den Mushi, looking completely puzzled.

Oh, you really don't know what a Den Den Mushi (snap-talking bug) is?

At that moment, Sentomaru on the other end of the phone fell silent, even ignoring the fact that the Straw Hat crew had defeated the Pacifistas.

In the awkward atmosphere, Specter held his forehead, took off his Den Den Mushi watch, and handed it to Kizaru.

Sentomaru seemed to have lost the will to blame, and said weakly, "Never mind, let's get back to work."

"The main culprit has been found; the Straw Hat crew is on 13th Street. Accomplices Eustass Kid and Trafalgar Law are on their way to 27th Street..."

"Oh, I see." Kizaru closed his eyes in thought. "Which one should we start with?"

Then, he opened his eyes, a lewd smile on his face, and looked at the girl. "I'm off to hunt down Straw Hat Luffy. Commodore Specter, I'm leaving this place to you."

Without waiting for a response, he transformed into a beam of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Ghost Shark stared in disbelief. "So eager to go fishing?"

"The general is gone?" Hawkins breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned. "What about the divination earlier..."

He casually sat down on the ground, and vines sprouted out one by one, bearing the fruit of tarot cards.

However, the moment the card displayed the numbers, Hawkins froze, his face turning pale, before he suddenly realized what was happening and looked at Specter.

Is this calamity you?!

Then a row of conspicuous blood-red numbers appeared on the card.

Battle defeat rate – 100%

Escape success rate - 0

Defense evasion rate - 0

Survival rate - 0

Ghost Shark could guess the divination result just by looking at his face. This wouldn't do; he was already showing cowardice before the battle even started.

So she loosened her grip on the circular saw, and Hawkins blinked, looking incredulously at the changed divination result.

Defeat 99%, Escape 1%, Defense 2%, Survival 3%...

???

laugh!

Hawkins coughed up a mouthful of blood, pointed at Ghost Shark with trembling hands, his face full of shame and anger at being tricked.

If you can kill me with one blow, why humiliate me like this?

"Gun jams sometimes, and so does life. Don't mind it, don't mind it."

Ghost Shark shyly tapped its forehead, tilted its head, and stuck out its little tongue as if nothing had happened, trying to get away with using Fujiya's cute expression.

Hawkins trembled with rage, and the combined stress of his inner turmoil and the exhaustion from divination caused him to vomit a cloud of blood.

He was about to yell at Ghost Shark when suddenly the nearby wall exploded open, and a tall figure flew out and landed next to Hawkins.

The newcomer was tall and muscular, wearing a string of Buddhist beads, and had a pair of wings growing from his back.

In the direction from which he was sent flying, a 'person' about his height was quietly watching him.

"That's 'The Strange Monk' Urouge and 'One of the Seven Warlords of the Sea' Bartholomew Kuma!" The pirate hiding in the alley was shocked as he recognized the newcomers.

"As tough as a monster!" Uroki laughed heartily as he lay on the grass, completely oblivious to the bloodstains that stained half his face.

His gaze swept over the object casually, and his smile froze instantly.

? !

"This, this is... the Marine Empress who defeated Golden Lion?!"

What bad luck! First came the Seven Warlords of the Sea, now comes Specter.

"Ha..." Urouge breathed heavily, still lying prone. "Is this the end..."

"Let me see how you die..."

Hawkins withdrew his gaze, preparing to perform another divination, when a gloomy feeling suddenly settled over him.

The numbers on the cards above are jumping around wildly and erratically.

Just one glance at it can give you a feeling of nausea when facing a matrix of numbers.

Sigh, my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven.

I'd rather not be a magician!

Hawkins took a breath and swept the remnants of feudalism into the dustbin of history.

"Well, they're all here. That's really exciting."

Ulki ignored the divination results, sat up on his own, glanced at Ap hiding on the roof, and laughed heartily.

Bang!

Suddenly, a man wearing a swordsman's hat and with...

The man with the X-marked mustache suddenly kicked the pacifist, sending him flying.

"The Fallen Major General" - X Drake!

The next moment, the four supernovas on 24th Street looked at Specter.

However, in a direction unknown to everyone, five other supernovas were also heading this way.

The battle is about to break out.

Chapter 171 Have you washed your hands?

“Commodore Specter?!” Drake lowered his head, his face darkening.

Why did she come here too? I really didn't want to run into her here.

“Major General Drake…” Specter shook his head. “Time flies. Before I knew it, his rank had surpassed mine.”

"That vow of 'Never compromise' you uttered on the main training ground," the girl said, pulling a circular saw from behind her back, a dangerous smile playing on her lips. "I remember it all perfectly well..."

Oh no, Commodore Specter just returned from Crescent Island not long ago. Could she really think I betrayed the Navy?

What should I do? I can't die right now!

Lieutenant General Tsuru, Marshal Sengoku, the mission you entrusted to me is beyond my capabilities.

"Four against two, the advantage is on my side." Hawkins kicked the tarot cards away and took over the team's command baton. "Let's team up and take down this weaker Shichibukai first."

“This isn’t a Shichibukai.” Drake shook his head, forcing himself to regain his composure from the panic. “It’s just a stitched-together body with no independent will.”

Kizaru's laser and Kuma's physical body—did this successfully recreate Kizaru's attack power, Vegapunk?

The pacifists have actually accomplished this much.

"Whether you're a Shichibukai or a stitched-together body," Urouge's body swelled wildly, and he laughed heartily with a furrowed brow. "Since you've hurt me, then taste this move of mine."

His arms swelled up, and he stared at the pacifist with clenched fists.

Then the swollen giant hand gathered its strength backward and swung out with gusto!

"karma!"

He used the most basic frontal punch, without any fancy moves, straightforward and satisfying, smashing the pacifist's head off with one punch.

Without hesitation, the pacifist threw a backhand punch, striking Urki in the chest.

Bang bang bang!

On the dusty 24th Street, primitive brawls took place.

Strike after strike, each blow landing squarely, fierce and decisive.

In a daze, people seemed to have fallen into a boxing match scene shrouded in cheers and applause, where the sound of punches was like drums, blood was like flowers, savage and frenzied, restless like a raging fire.

"You're not bad, buddy." Urouge wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, and clenched his fist, increasing his speed to the maximum.

"But...this is the final blow..."

Snapped.

A small stone was thrown at Urki's head.

The momentum of his punch dissipated considerably in an instant, and Urki was stunned, almost laughing in anger.

This feeling is like the beef you left in your ramen noodles falling out, your long-hidden New Year's money disappearing, or the loading screen freezing after a battle.

He turned around and saw the smiling woman on the throne.