Under the pressure of Akira's strong aura, Hawkins did not dare to neglect and immediately unfolded the tarot cards to start divination.
On the deck, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Luffy, Ace As they watched this scene, the excitement on their faces gradually faded away, replaced by an indescribable solemnity.
They have never seen Akira Marshal like this.
There are no earth-shattering moves, no world-destroying power, just an ordinary gun and a few understatement words, but they create a sense of oppression that is more suffocating than any battle.
Hawkins Take a deep breath and force yourself to calm down.
His slender fingers slowly slid over the cards, and finally clicked on one of them.
He slowly opened his eyes and turned over the card.
On the card, a clown in gorgeous clothes is standing on the edge of a cliff, with an abyss beneath his feet, but with an ignorant and fearless smile on his face.
[The Fool]
"The probability of death... is still zero." Hawkins's voice was dry. He tried hard to sound calm, but the slightly trembling final tone still revealed his inner uneasiness.
"Really?"
Akira raised the gun again, pointing the black muzzle at the center of Hawkins's eyebrows.
Without any hesitation.
"Bang!"
Gunfire rang out again.
The bullet accurately passed through Hawkins's eyebrows, leaving a subtle line of blood.
He still didn't fall.
Another shriveled scarecrow fell from him.
At the same time, among the group of pirates who were kneeling and surrendering behind him, another crew member suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, and he fell down quietly.
"It's really accurate."
Akira ejected the empty cartridge case and reloaded the gun. His movements were as graceful as a sacred ceremony.
He looked at Hawkins, whose face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and spoke with a smile.
"Continue."
These two words, like two invisible heavy hammers, hit Hawkins's heart hard.
His forehead suddenly became covered with cold sweat.
The divination ability that he was so proud of now became the Sword of Damocles hanging above his head.
Every time the fortune teller says "life", it means that one of his crew members will "die" for him.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and unfolded the tarot cards again.
This time, his hands were shaking so much that he almost dropped the cards on the ground several times.
The result is still zero.
"Bang!"
Akira's gunfire came as expected.
Another crew member fell.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Gunshots rang out again and again on the silent deck, like the death knell.
Every gunshot is accompanied by the fall of a scarecrow and the loss of a life.
Hawkins The crew behind him changed from a dozen people at first to a few people, and finally only one person remained.
His spirit was ruthlessly crushed in this repetition again and again.
That dead fish face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years has long been distorted by extreme fear.
He looked at his hands that were shaking so violently that he could hardly pick up the cards, and then looked at the last crew member behind him who was also trembling, and did not dare to make a sound even if he was extremely frightened, his eyes full of despair.
He knew that when the last scarecrow was used up and the last crew member died in his place, it would be his turn.
Even if the mortality rate according to the divination is still zero, he will definitely die.
Because the divination of the cards is completely meaningless in front of the will of the man in front of you!
Plop!
Hawkins could no longer hold on, and his psychological defense collapsed silently at this moment.
He knelt down heavily in front of Akira, his forehead firmly pressed against the cold deck, his body was shaking violently, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
The interns around Akira watched the whole process with fear.
Especially the fourth siblings Vinsmoke Family.
The arrogance on the faces of Ichiji, Niji and Yonji has long since disappeared, replaced by a kind of fear from the depths of their souls.
They watched Akira shoot one after another, completely shattering Hawkins's dignity, and felt their palms constantly sweating.
This method seems ordinary and has nothing fancy.
But the sense of oppression that directly hits the soul, the absolute control that manipulates people in the palm of your hand, is far more frightening than any powerful force.
They asked themselves, if it were them, faced with such a scene, they would probably collapse faster than Hawkins.
Reiju's pink eyebrows frowned tightly. She looked at the man sitting on the chair with a gentle smile on his face, and for the first time she felt what a real "king" was.
"Your divination is indeed very accurate."
Looking at Hawkins who was kneeling on the ground and completely collapsed, Akira, who was tired of playing, handed the gun to Morgan beside him.
Smiling, he continued, "Since you have calculated that today's death rate is zero, I will give you a chance to live."
"Next, you will stay on the training ship and train with them. If you perform to my satisfaction, I will accept your surrender and give you a chance to serve in the navy."
The training ship set sail again, and after crossing Calm Belt, returned to the first half of Grand Line Paradise.
At the same time.
Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
World Government The relocation of more than one hundred Affiliated Nation kings, royal families and nobles to Holy Land is nearing completion.
Except for a few countries such as Ryugu Kingdom from Fish-Man Island who are still waiting to see, the rest of the royal family and nobles from Affiliated Nation have all moved into Pangu City.
They took off their original royal clothes, put on Celestial Dragons's iconic Celestial Dragons clothes, and put on glass hoods that cut off the air from the "downworlders".
From the moment they enter Holy Land, they become noble World Nobles--Celestial Dragons.
Inside Pangu City, in a newly built gorgeous palace.
The prince from the Lvneel Kingdom is walking down the corridor with a few friends who are also new Celestial Dragons.
"Hahaha, is this the air in Holy Land? It is indeed much sweeter than the lower world!"
"From today on, we are the masters of the world!"
Just then, at the other end of the corridor, two bloated Celestial Dragonss, also wearing glass hoods, walked towards them. Normally, they would not wear hoods at Holy Land, but because so many people came to Holy Land, they felt that the air was polluted, so they put on their hoods again to prevent these despicable people from the lower world from coming into close contact.
Prince Lubnir saw the other party and subconsciously wanted to get out of the way.
But he immediately realized that he was also Celestial Dragons now, so why should he give way to others?
So, he straightened his back and walked straight over.
The two sides inevitably bumped into each other in the middle of the corridor.
"Hey! You are a pariah from the lower world! Don't you have eyes?"
"Who are you calling a pariah?" Prince Lubnir immediately became angry, "I am also Celestial Dragons now! Why do you scold me!"
"Celestial Dragons?" The other party let out a harsh sneer, "You, the untouchables who were in the lower world yesterday, are you worthy to be compared with us? We are the descendants of the Creator! We are the real gods!"
"You!"
The conflict between the old and new Celestial Dragons completely broke out at this moment.
The quarrel quickly turned into pushing and shoving, and finally, it completely degenerated into an unstructured group fight with punches and kicks.
The glass hood was clanged and the gorgeous white robe was torn to pieces.
This group of "gods" who are pampered and powerless are like a group of street gangsters, wrestling on the ground, making the scene funny and chaotic.
Soon, the riot spread like a plague in Pangu City.
The newly promoted Celestial Dragons disciples formed one force, while Celestial Dragons who originally lived in Holy Land formed another force.
The two sides were fighting passionately in every corner of Pangu City.
Just then.
"Baaaaaaaaaaaa..."
A burst of iconic, chilling laughter suddenly sounded over the chaotic square.
All Celestial Dragons who were struggling were frozen in their movements.
They followed the sound and saw a tall, blond man wearing a pink feather coat and sunglasses, walking slowly with his family members.
It is Donquixote·Doflamingo.
He looked at the mess in front of him, and the smile on his face became more evil.
"What a wonderful picture, baaaaaaaaaa..."
Doflamingo walked to the center of the square, opened his arms, and said in a tone of appreciating art:
"Since you like fighting so much, you must decide the winner."
His voice suddenly turned cold, with an unquestionable domineering tone.
"Now, the game begins. In the end, only one party can leave here."
"Otherwise, everyone will be executed on the spot for disturbing the order of Holy Land and threatening the lives and property of other Celestial Dragonss!"
"Hmm hahahaha~"
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