There Are Reasons for Bad Luck

"I know who he is! The recently rising Bounty Hunter, Joestar J. Rodney!"

Rodney turned back, revealing a smile he thought was amiable, but was actually quite sinister. He said, "Oh, you know me? Very good. Everyone who doesn't want to die, put your hands on your heads and face the ship's side."

"Bang--"

Ghoul Jin Akin pulled out a Fire Gun and shot at him!

Leaving a wooden stake in his place, Rodney instantly appeared behind him, White Fang in his hand cutting straight down.

I don't care if you're Ryokugyu, I'll kill you first.

Ghoul Jin Akin was a ruthless pirate who would kill enemies without hesitation, even if they cried and begged for mercy. He was loyal and righteous, but that wasn't a reason for Rodney to spare him.

Shaking off the blood on White Fang, a whistling wind sound came. Iron Wall Bala actually rushed over, unafraid of death, slamming his shield heavily towards his face.

Rodney leaned back, dodging the blow, and casually stuck an Explosive Tag on his shield, then immediately retreated.

Boom!!

Iron Wall Bala staggered back, the fat between his two large shields shaking from the explosion. He felt like he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and it was very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Bala!"

"Captain, Krieg leader, Captain, he..." The pirates, seeing the lifeless Ghoul Jin Akin, looked at Krieg in panic, hoping to get some sense of security from him.

"I saw it, Jin, that trash! Bala, you go! He can't break through your defense at all, and I'll cover you from the side." Krieg spat disdainfully. If he had known this guy would die, he should have just used that move to kill him directly. Seriously, loyal henchmen like that are hard to find.

"Understood, Krieg leader. Seriously, the Captain was actually killed by you, but I am Iron Wall Bala, the Krieg Pirates' Iron Wall Shield Man, Mr. Bala is me."

He proudly banged the two shields in his hands, making unpleasant sounds.

"Iron Wall? I wouldn't say so. The quality of the shield is alright, but I will make you die here." He was a little surprised that the Explosive Tag didn't explode.

"Make me die here? Hahaha!" Bala laughed loudly, as if he had heard a particularly funny joke, raised a finger, and said, "I have experienced a total of twenty-seven battles, and I have never been injured or bled in these battles. Even the Marines' cannonballs have no effect on me. You can kill me? If you can kill me, I will eat my shield on the spot!"

Rodney: "You'll be dead, how will you eat it?"

"Of course I won't die, you're the one who will die!" Iron Wall Bala charged ferociously, like a mad bull.

But the weakness was also extremely obvious, just brute force, basically a side character, no need to worry too much.

Dodging away, he jumped onto the mast. Krieg immediately took a stance, with more gun barrels emerging from his golden armor, and a dense barrage of bullets shot towards Rodney.

"Dangerous, dangerous."

Dodging again, he rushed into the pirate crowd, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, wantonly trampling on this group of weaklings, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Bang!

Suddenly a smoke bomb exploded, and then several pirates flew out directly. One person landed at Bala's feet. Bala only felt a pain in his heel, and then he fell towards the pirate.

The pirate flipped over, stood up, grinned, and threw out a smoke bomb. Smoke rose, Bala felt a chill in his throat, and couldn't get up again.

"What's going on? Where's that guy?" Krieg asked.

"I don't know, did that Rodney guy run away?"

"I think I just heard Mr. Bala's scream."

"I heard it too."

"Where's Mr. Bala?"

"Here, Krieg... Krieg leader, Bala... Mr. Bala, he, he's dead."

The smoke dissipated, and everyone saw Bala with his throat cut. They discovered a foot standing on the ground, bloody and terrifying.

Rodney was like a ghost, disappearing without a trace, and could pop out at any time to reap their lives.

For a moment, everyone didn't know what to do.

Krieg roared and shot the pirate who first discovered Bala's body. Even in death, that guy didn't know why he was shot, perhaps because Krieg suspected him, or perhaps because Krieg simply wanted to kill someone to vent his anger.

Either way, he was dead.

"Men, get ready!" Saying that, Krieg unloaded the golden disc on his shoulder, held the mechanism behind the disc with one hand, and on the front of the disc was the Krieg Pirates' symbol, with the skull opening its mouth, revealing a hole the size of an apple.

Seeing his posture, the surrounding pirates were shocked.

"That, that is..."

"MH5!!"

"Captain Krieg's most terrifying poisonous gas weapon!"

"Masks! Put on your masks quickly!"

"Where's my mask?!"

"Mask, ah, my mask!"

"Krieg leader, we're still on the ship!"

"Yeah, leader, please encourage us, can you?"

MH5, the poisonous gas bomb prepared by Krieg. Ordinary people will be poisoned by smelling it, and will definitely die within ten minutes. Of course, this is for ordinary people. Those with strong bodies will be fine after a while, and those who are even stronger will be completely fine.

Krieg sneered, "What are you talking about? This is a battle! The dead are just unlucky ghosts. I don't care what means I use, as long as I can win! Hahaha! When I enter the Grand Line, I will definitely find the Great Treasure and become the Pirate King!" He put on a gas mask, and then pressed the switch.

Instantly, purple smoke billowed from the skull's mouth, spreading across the deck.

Rodney, hidden in the shadows, could only think that this guy was an idiot. Poison gas? How low. Look at Magellan, he treats this stuff like cigarettes every day, eating and drinking nothing but poison.

See? He's fine, right? Well, except he's always making friends with the toilet, and his chrysanthemum blooms often.

He put on the mask he'd snatched from a pirate, and walked through the poison gas with White Fang.

"Ah!"

"Ugh..."

"No, my... ah!"

"Please, spare me!"

Screams of agony echoed from within the poison gas, and Krieg retreated in terror.

He frantically searched for Rodney's figure with his eyes beneath the mask, but he could only see a blurry shadow flashing past, and then another pirate would fall.

This guy... is this guy toying with me?!

Toying with me like a cat playing with a mouse?

Once that thought settled in, Krieg roared in anger, completely disregarding the lives of his men, and used the golden disc as a machine gun, firing the spikes like bullets in a mindless barrage.

"Ah! Captain Krieg, why?!"

"No! I don't want to die yet!"

"Mommy, I want to go home! Waaah, the sea is too scary!"

Some were so frightened that they immediately jumped off the ship to become Chiaotzu with the others. Today was too exciting. The Krieg Pirates' main force was wiped out by a single person, leaving only Krieg himself, and this guy was attacking indiscriminately, not caring about the lives of his men.

The poisonous fog dissipated, revealing Krieg wearing a cloak covered in spikes: the Sword Mountain Cloak!

Rodney, holding his sword and wearing a gas mask, looked at the fully armed Krieg, tilted his head, and then threw a Kunai with an Explosive Tag attached.

BOOM!

The effect was remarkable. Krieg was blasted away, and the Sword Mountain Cloak was shattered.

Krieg's golden armor was also ruined, and he was wounded in several places. He struggled to his feet, picked up the two golden discs that were still relatively intact, and put them together.

He pulled out a gun barrel, and a sharp spear tip emerged from the center of the disc.

The Great War Spear!

Krieg's strongest weapon, weighing over 2000 pounds, would cause an explosion upon impact, and the greater the force with which it was swung, the greater the power of the explosion.

Looking at Krieg's appearance, Rodney finally understood why this guy had run into Hawk Eyes a week after entering the Grand Line and had been killed and sent back in a panic. There was a reason why his luck was so bad, with a fleet of five thousand men reduced to only a few hundred!

Why did you have to play at being a lancer?

Are you even qualified to be a lancer with your luck?

Even Europeans turn into black guys when they're lancers, okay?

Luck E isn't a joke!