Pirates: I am the devil

Chapter 59: Epic masterpiece "Calling Father"

Capone Becky had three hobbies: smoking, drinking, and beheading.

The first two are still normal, after all, most mafia members are heavy smokers and alcoholics. The last one is a pure psychopath, and he wouldn't do that unless he has some serious illness.

But recently, maybe he got tired of beheading too much, and he became obsessed with another sport, which is watching slave gladiators wearing shackles and holding scrap metal, fighting hard for the illusory freedom.

Every scream when flesh was cut, every unstoppable convulsion when life was taken away, and every painful roar when acquaintances killed each other, all made him feel extremely happy.

What excited him the most was when the most powerful slave gladiator won consecutive battles, killed all his competitors and entered the seventh round of the life-and-death gladiatorial contest, ready to become the only winner in the duel arena and win his freedom.
Shoot his heart out!
Looking at him with a look of astonishment on his face, he was chopped into meat paste by the other slave gladiators who rushed over!

He planned to do the same today. Among the slave gladiators of the Capone family, there was an old man who had lived for too long, and he was ready to end the other's life in this fight.

It’s just that the old guy was a little too difficult to kill. After a few shots, he not only didn’t die but was also alive and kicking.

Just when he was about to change to a sniper rifle, something unexpected happened at the dinner party hosted by his most respected old man!
The family leaders smashed the glass wall like crazy, jumped into the audience and started attacking their subordinates indiscriminately.

Seeing this, Capone Becky couldn't help but wonder if Gambino's henchmen had drugged the dinner.

Just as he was about to check out the situation, a short, fat and sturdy man who could be said to be an elderly version of him appeared beside the broken wall.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed on him, his legs were bent and kicked hard on the ground, and his whole body shot towards him like a cannonball.

Seeing this, Becky had no time to think, she threw herself to the side and avoided her father's attack in a very embarrassing manner.

boom--

The throne and granite base made of mangrove, a specialty of the Sabaody Archipelago, were shattered with a loud bang, wood chips and bricks flew everywhere, piercing Becky and making her scream.

He climbed up from the ground using his hands and feet. He looked at the solid shell that slowly stood up from the dust and smoke, and couldn't help but shouting:

"Dad, what are you doing, Dad?!"

"Don't call me dad, I don't have a son as useless as you!"

Torio, with red eyes, shouted angrily, clenched his fists and rushed towards Becky again:

"When I was your age, I had already killed other clan leaders, and you are still playing this kind of shameless game!
Today I will help the Capone family get rid of you, a good-for-nothing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he punched Haodaer, who was a little confused.

The fist as big as a casserole broke the long triangular nose, and then hit the face mercilessly!
The terrifying force deformed his facial features, and Capone Becky was smashed away like a cannonball, with his bright red nose blood drawing a beautiful parabola in the air!
When his eyes rolled back and he fell from the stands to the audience below, he finally understood why his father's nickname when he debuted was Cannonball, and he could only be called Bullet.

This punch is really powerful!
"Da da da da——"

In the chaotic arena, the slave gladiators below were fighting desperately, and the gangsters in the audience were also fighting for their lives.

The red eye disease suffered by those high-ranking officials seemed to be extremely contagious, and it spread throughout the entire venue in an instant. Countless gangs began to kill each other, from fists and feet at the beginning to swords and knives and then to emptying magazines.

There are no exciting dance music and gorgeous lights, everything is so primitive and bloody!
Although there was no river of blood, at least there was blood plasma flying everywhere. The scene was so spectacular that even the slave gladiators who were fighting below couldn't help but stop.

The white-haired old man kicked away the gladiator who was still swinging the sword numbly in front of him, and looked towards the place where all the chaos started, panting.

On that high platform, the leader of the Capone family was committing domestic violence, and on the huge windowsill not far away, a long-haired young man in a black suit was watching all this with a smile on his face, with joy written all over his face.

"?!"

The old gladiator blinked hard, raised his hand to wipe away the blood that had seeped into his eye sockets, and his sharp eyes almost narrowed into a slit before he could barely see the man's face.

But when he saw the face clearly, his expression suddenly changed:
"This, this is..."

"We're filming a movie, so it's normal for the noise to be a little loud." Siren quietly enjoyed the song and dance performance below, and did not forget to explain to the curious little Robin:
"Gangster movies are always accompanied by bloodshed and violence, just like the movie they are currently filming, "Calling Father," where they are fighting over who is the grandson and who is the grandfather."

Robin took small bites of his steak and nodded thoughtfully.

Although she knew that Sirens was lying to her, he must have his reasons for doing so, so she decided to pretend that she knew nothing.

Seeing the spotted puppy wagging its tail eagerly, she placed a large chicken drumstick on the plate and whispered, "Eat slowly, don't be impatient."

"Woof!" The spotted puppy barked, and pounced directly on the chicken leg that was as big as its head, and began to bite it hard.

"laugh--"

A severed arm flew into the air, and Capone Becky, with distorted features, was swept into the crowd of people in the fight by the huge force. He groaned in pain while covering the stump of his limb that was broken by his father's punch.

"Damn it, old man, what the hell are you doing?!"

Capone Becky endured the severe pain and knocked down the low-level thug who was slashing with a knife. He glared at Capone Torrio who was still punching:
"If you're not happy with me, just tell me. Why are you making such a big fuss? Are you going to destroy the Capone family's fortune?"

Today's life-and-death fight brought together 90% of Ultraman's gangsters, including thousands of people belonging to the Capone family.

You know, those who can stay in Ultraman are all die-hard family members and elite backbones.

And now, without exception, they were all seriously injured or killed on the spot in the melee!

Such heavy casualties are enough to cause great damage to the Capone family's foundation. Not to mention falling directly from the top of the five major families to the bottom, it is even possible that they will be expelled!

Hearing his son's roar and the roar of fighting that echoed throughout the arena, the red light in Capon Torrio's eyes gradually faded, leaving only a pair of old eyes with bloodshot veins.

"What have I done..."

Capone Torrio, who regained consciousness, could not believe his eyes.

He stared blankly at his son who was lying on the ground, covering his broken arm and glaring at him. Then he looked at his own iron fists that had smashed countless heads.

There were still pieces of flesh of his son, whom he was so proud of, on it. Blood was dripping down his fingertips and merging into the countless layers of blood-red on the ground.

"No, Becky, Dad doesn't want this. It's that Ge..."

The old godfather of the Capone family stepped forward somewhat at a loss, trying to explain that he did not do it on purpose, but was being manipulated by someone.

However, before he could finish his words, he was shocked to find that an old gladiator wearing shackles and covered with wounds had appeared behind Capone Becky.

The opponent raised the spear high in his hand, and the blood-stained spear tip reflected a cold glow.

Without a word of nonsense and without giving a moment for reaction, the most ordinary standard spear turned into the sharpest weapon in the world and fell down without any delay.

Capone Becky, sensing something was wrong, tried to dodge hastily, but the next second, a spear pierced out from his chest and went straight into the ground.

Before he could cry out in pain, he suddenly felt as if he was flying, his vision kept rising, and he even had a little free rotation after being freed from the restraints of his neck.

Before he could react to what was happening, he saw his old father roaring in anger and the aged gladiator with his muscles bulging and still swinging his sword.

Also, a headless corpse spurting blood!
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