"How could they reload so quickly?!" This was something most pirates simply could not understand.
That reloading speed was way too fast, wasn't it?
They knew that some people on the Grand Line used repeating rifles, but those should have been in the latter half of the route.
How could they appear in a place like this?
Only Van Augur, who was sniping against Michael, could clearly see what was happening.
These men's powers of observation were fundamentally different from those of snipers. Before Van Augur fired, he had already seen them arranged in four rows. The first two rows were merely the ones actually holding guns. Even after they fired, he could clearly see through the smoke that the first and second rows had not moved. However, the third and fourth rows behind them stepped forward, moved around the first and second rows that were reloading, passed them within two seconds, and then, at the command of that voice, fired directly. The men in the third and fourth rows could not see anyone beyond the smoke, yet they still fired as soon as they heard the order.
Was the person standing on high ground their soul?
What a pity. Still, the opponent before him was not bad either.
Van Augur felt a little regretful, but the enemy in front of him suited his tastes well enough, so he could not be bothered to switch targets.
If this had been a team battle, he would have aimed at that person and fired immediately. But since he was alone now, it was best to enjoy his own fight.
Even if he lost, the worst that could happen was surrender. What else could happen?
He had already seen that the other side was softhearted. Otherwise, they would not have told them to