Luffy's fist could barely stop in front of Hawkins's dead fish face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Surrender?
This word turned around in his mind, but he couldn't find any corresponding processing program.
But at the moment when he was stunned, several strong winds roared past behind him!
Ace, Zoro, Sanji, Sabo, and even Yonji turned into afterimages, passing by him. Everyone's face was filled with the excitement and desire to grab someone's head.
Luffy's pupils dilated instantly, and then, a big, heartless smile spread across his face.
It turns out to be a competition!
I understand this!
"We will not accept surrender!"
Luffy shouted, and without any hesitation, he punched it down before everyone else!
This is not a battle at all.
This was a one-sided fight, a group of wolves that had been hungry for a long time, madly biting a fat sheep that strayed into the territory.
"Rubber·Nanta!"
Luffy's fists fell like raindrops, not giving Hawkins any chance to breathe.
Zoro didn't even bother to draw the sword. He used the scabbards of the three swords as sticks and hit Hawkins hard on the back and ribs.
"Mouton Shot!"
"Mouton Shot II!"
Sanji's kicking skills were so fast that they only left an afterimage, and he specifically selected those places on Hawkins's body that were not fatal but definitely painful.
The steel pipe of Ace, Sabo wrapped around the strong wind Dragon Claw, the mechanical arm of Yonji shining with metallic luster.
All attacks landed accurately on the same target.
"Magician" Basil Hawkins, who was known for his calm and calm Supernovas in Beihai, completely lost his Diviner demeanor at this moment. He looked like a primary school student blocked in an alley by gangsters. He could only hold his head in his hands and huddle up, enduring punches and kicks from all directions.
Bullying! This is definitely bullying!
On the deck, Franky and Brook finally rushed over, but found that they could not find a place to set foot.
"Hey! You bastards! Save a seat for me!" Franky jumped up and down anxiously.
"Oh ho ho ho, it's really full of youthful vitality!" Brook leaned on the sword in the staff, his empty eyes flashing with envy, "Although I also want to do my part for Lord Marshal, it seems that there is no room for me to intervene."
On the side of the train ship, Trafalgar Law watched the horrific scene on the deck, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
He looked at Hawkins, who was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back, and felt a sense of fear in his heart.
Fortunately, I was decisive enough and took the initiative to approach Akira and chose to be loyal.
Otherwise, I'm afraid it might be me who is lying on the ground and being beaten like a sandbag.
At this moment, Akira slowly walked onto the deck of the Hawkins pirate ship.
He just stood there quietly, while the group of interns who were excited to fight seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. They all stopped and consciously retreated behind him.
Akira looked at the group of energetic brats in front of him, and then looked at Hawkins, who had a bruised nose and swollen face and could no longer identify his human form, and felt a little funny for no reason.
The most important thing is that the scene in front of him feels inexplicably familiar, like a group of dogs from the farm team.
Luffy, Ace, Zoro, Yonji, these are the heavy support dogs responsible for frontal charges.
Sanji is the lead dog responsible for tracking enemies.
Franky, Brook and Luo are quick helpers who are always ready to hit the target.
This is not a naval training ship. It is clearly a team of farmers.
And he, Navy Marshal, is like the greaser holding a knife, ready to rush in and hit the target at any time.
"Stop... stop fighting..."
On the ground, Hawkins let out a weak and desperate moan, "I surrender... I really surrender..."
"Luffy! Get out of the way! It's my turn!"
Franky pulled Luffy aside, assumed a classic posture, shouted "SUPER!", and smashed down with his huge steel right fist with a sound of wind.
"Franky! It's my turn! It's my turn!" Chopper also jumped over and added a kick not to be outdone.
Finally, even Nami came over, looked at Hawkins on the ground, snorted with disgust, and then unceremoniously punched his face that had become swollen into a pig's head.
"Let you be a pirate, let you be a pirate!"
At this point, this inhumane group fight was officially over.
Hawkins was lying on the deck helplessly, covering his face with one hand, and the eye exposed from between his fingers was full of hopelessness.
Hancock brought a gorgeous lounge chair for Akira at some point and thoughtfully placed it behind Akira.
Akira sat down gracefully, looking at the puddle of mud on the ground, and couldn't help laughing.
"Hawkins, can't you do divination?"
Akira's voice was very soft, but it made Hawkins tremble all over.
"I will give you a chance. If you can calculate whether you will die today, I will accept your surrender!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Morgan had already handed a standard pistol to Akira.
Akira took the gun and skillfully pushed the bullet into the chamber, making a crisp "click" sound.
Hawkins struggled to sit up from the ground, with an extremely serious expression on his face.
"Akira Marshal, when you entered the North Sea, you gave Trafalgar Law a chance, why couldn't you accept my surrender?"
He held on to the last trace of dignity and looked directly at Akira.
"I ordered the ship to stop, just hoping that Lord Marshal would give me a chance! Because, I have already calculated that the death rate today is zero!"
"Really?"
Akira simply raised the gun, pointing the black muzzle at Hawkins's eyebrows.
"You miscalculated!"
The moment he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
The sound of gunfire broke the tranquility of the sea.
A blood hole appeared between Hawkins's eyebrows.
However, he did not fall.
A shriveled scarecrow fell from his body. At the same time, among the Hawkins Pirates crew members who were kneeling on the other side of the deck, a pirate's body stiffened suddenly, his eyes widened, and he fell straight down, refusing to close his eyes.
"Huh?"
Akira raised his eyebrows pretending to be surprised and loaded the gun again.
"The calculation is really accurate."
He looked at the pale Hawkins, and the smile on his face became even stronger.
"Count it again."
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