Another sailor, who had been crouching and scrubbing the deck, straightened up, his voice unnaturally calm. "You'll soon be buried in this sea."
As he spoke, he raised a hand to the edge of his jaw and tore upward-
Riiip.
A thin, skinlike layer peeled away, revealing a completely unfamiliar face beneath, its eyes as cold as ice.
Gladius's pupils contracted. His body moved faster than his mind.
As he sprang up, he reached for his waist, drew a short-handled **, leveled it, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
White smoke burst from the muzzle.
The ** drove straight into that "face-peeling"
man's forehead**, making a dull impact.
"Tch. Brat."
The man did not budge. Only a faint white mark remained between his brows. "If I hadn't kept my muscles tensed, you really might have gotten me."
Clink.
The deformed bullet fell from his forehead, bounced twice on the wooden deck, and rolled aside.
After the sharp ring of metal striking the deck, several flattened round objects rolled away.
Impatience laced the man's tutting.
The skin on the forehead of the man opposite was smooth, without so much as a scratch.
Riiip-
"This thing's a real nuisance to wear."
Another sailor peeled a thin layer of disguise from his face. Long, curly pink hair spilled out, leaving it unclear how he had stuffed so much hair into that tiny hood.
"Make it quick. Once we've cleared this place, we still have to help the three Cipher Pol Aigis Zero officers hunt down that 'former Marine Vice Admiral.'"
Five disguises came off in succession. The air on deck abruptly grew still, a bone-chilling cold spreading silently.
"Sorry, Doflamingo, Rossi."
The leader stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the two "startled and suspicious"
faces before him, his voice devoid of warmth.
"Your voyage