Pirates of the Navy

Chapter 594 "Tyrant"
"I'll give you three seconds to choose your own way of death."

Late at night, staring at the old photos on the table, "the most ferocious criminal in history" Monkey D. Dorag fell into the memory.

At that time, Bartholomew Xiong was still a veritable "tyrant".

And this sentence was the greeting that the other party greeted him when the two met for the first time.
"It is said that the king of this country is a tyrannical pirate and a complete bastard. Now it seems that it is true."

Looking sideways at the burly man sitting on the throne with a golden knife in Dama, Monkey D. Drago felt that he was really in the right place this time.

Ice cream country, this country needs saving.

"Ah."

With a sneer, Batholomi Xiong didn't talk nonsense, and directly stretched out a palm several times larger than ordinary people.

He wants to slap that bug away!
"Dragon Claw."

Seeing this, Monkey D. Dorag also removed his cloak casually, revealing half of his ferocious cheeks covered in tattoos.The fist is turned into a claw, and the black armed color domineering instantly covers it.

The figure swayed and suddenly leaned out.

"boom!"

Palm to claw, the cold wind hunts.

The two started fighting in the palace of the ice cream country.

And this battle lasted for one day and one night.
"I didn't expect that you can fight quite well, and it took me a lot of effort."

Seeing Bartholomew Bear crashing to the ground in the distance, Monkey D. Dorag loosened his slightly stiff body, showing a rare and novel expression on his face.

The strength of the opponent's superhuman fruit is very strange, and the opponent's physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, it is not easy for him to win this battle.

However, he is also a devil fruit capable user, and in the end it is obvious that he is better.

"Haha. Ha. What a joy!"

Being smashed into the ground by that iron-like fist, Bartholomew Xiong gasped heavily.

His damaged lungs were rustling like an old bellows. He smiled painfully, but his blood-stained face showed a happy expression.

He is called a "tyrant", but others don't know that all he wants is to fight as he pleases.

He has a fiery temper, and it is his nature to get angry if something goes wrong, and he can't change it.

Ordinary weak people can't give him such pleasure, he will be angry, he will be unhappy so what?
This world is all about strength!
If he is strong, he can control everything!
Of course, being hammered into such a situation now is one's own fault.

But that doesn't stop him from being happy!
He was happy to kill and set fire, and he was equally happy to be beaten like this.

He, Bartholomew Bear, has a bad temper.

It was born this way!
"What a freak."

Seeing that the dying opponent was still laughing wildly, even Monkey D. Dorag was not a normal person, so he couldn't help being a little puzzled by the strong man's laughter.

"Just finish me. I have no regrets if I can die in your hands."

If you lose, you have to admit that if you do too many bad things, you have to pay the price.

Bartholomew Xiong is not afraid of death, but has some regrets.

This ideal opponent appeared too late.

"die?"

Staring at the man who wanted to die in the deep pit not far away, Monkey D. Dorag's heart moved, and he suddenly stopped the murderous intention that had just arisen.

"Death? It's too cheap for you, Bartholomew Bear."

Calling the man's name once, Drago walked a few steps to the edge of the pit.

"Atone for your past."

"Atonement?"

After silently reading that word, Bartholomew Xiong gave a wry smile.

"What am I guilty of?"

"Because you lost to me, so if I say you are guilty, you are guilty."

With half of his ferocious cheek full of tattoos exposed, Monkey D. Dorag smiled coldly.

"Whatever."

After struggling to pull out the broken gold crown that had penetrated half of his scalp, Bartholomew Xiong dropped his head for a few seconds, and then smiled ferociously.

"You wait, I will definitely get the place back."

"Mr. Bartholomi, please control your strength a little bit.

Although your palm shattered the prison just now, it almost killed all the innocent people imprisoned in it. Fortunately, our medical staff are highly skilled. "

After an operation to rescue the rebel hostages, Bartholomey Xiong, who had been promoted to a cadre because of his many meritorious service, suffered another complaint.

"Crap!"

Of course, it is impossible to care about these small things with the temper of a "tyrant".

Isn't the prison broken?

Breaking open and still talking? !
If it wasn't for how well they get along these days, he would have slapped him long ago.

Dare to chatter with Batholomey Xiong, don't you die!
"Mr. Bartholomi, you really should read the Bible more when you have time. In my hometown, this is a divine book that guides everything."

Seeing that he was being ignored, the revolutionary soldier reluctantly took out a hardcover book with strange patterns from his cloth bag.

Of course, the "Bible" is actually nothing more than a storybook compiled with local legends.

"Humph!"

Seeing the other party gossip endlessly, now he still recommends him to read some ghost books.

Bartholomew Xiong put on his gloves, turned around and left without hesitation.

"Hey, Mr. Bartholomew, Mr. Bartholomew, wait for me"

Still refusing to give up, the figure of the revolutionary soldier chasing the officer gradually faded away.

Ten days later, another national rebel base.

"Bear, I have some sad news for you."

"Shemale King" Ivan Kov walked into Batholomi Xiong's tent holding a cloth bag.

"Ok?"

Seeing the arrival of his companion, Bartholomew was very surprised.

However, his attention is no longer on the old man.

Most of his attention was on the scorched cloth bag.

"Hekerau Island, your team of Ambers died in battle.
The only thing we can find is this. "

Gently put down the scorched cloth bag, "Shemale King" Ivan Kov didn't say much.

It is the practice of their revolutionary army to hand over the relics of their brothers to the cadres directly under them for safekeeping.

Such a sad time should not be disturbed by others.

"Mr. Bartholomew, I beg you to control your strength."

Staring at the scorched black cloth bag, Bartholomew Xiong suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

It was something he had never felt before.

When he closed his eyes, those vivid faces would still appear in front of his eyes.

Ambers.
That nagging Ambrose, that Ambrose who told him to control his strength before he left, just disappeared from this world now.

Yes, life is inherently fragile.

Ambers is just weak.

but why.
I will feel so uncomfortable.

It was even more uncomfortable than the guy who lost to Drago last time.

"Bear, where are you going?"

Seeing the burly man grabbing the cloth bag and walking out of the tent, "Shemale King" Ivan Kov was startled.

The current situation is special, so don't let this person mess around!
"Nothing, I just.
Just go outside and read a book. "

Pulling out a weird "Bible" from the cloth bag, Bartholomew Xiong responded in a low voice.

After the words fell, he merged into the night without looking back.

(End of this chapter)