One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

"Yes, killing one is no loss, killing two is a huge profit!"

"Leave me some ammo too, damn it, I just wasted all my bullets on that bastard."

"Everyone……"

"Hurry up and leave. The future of the resistance depends on you."

Before long, most of the people had scattered and fled, leaving only a few dozen old men waiting nonchalantly for the kingdom's soldiers to arrive.

Then another round of gunfire erupted, and the two sides engaged in a fierce firefight.

……

In the palace.

The king looked at Prince Pengpeng, who lay on the ground riddled with hundreds of bullets and almost turned into a pile of mangled flesh, and closed his eyes.

While he does indeed dote on his youngest son somewhat, it doesn't have to be to this extent.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no sadness in them, only coldness.

"Summon all soldiers and search the entire country for the whereabouts of that mob. Once found, kill them without mercy!"

"Anyone who harbors such a criminal shall be killed!"

"Anyone who knows the information but fails to report it will be killed!"

"Those who spread rumors and cause trouble shall be killed!"

"Then they executed all the mob that had been captured earlier, and their bodies were hung up as a warning to others."

"Yes, Your Majesty the King."

The king waved his hand, telling them to hurry up and get to work, and then they heard people crying in the hall.

Turning around, I saw that it was Prince Pengpeng's number one henchman, who was throwing himself on Prince Pengpeng's body and crying loudly.

It seems to be a way of expressing one's loyalty.

Seeing this, the state nodded, "Good, you've put your heart into it."

"His Highness treated me with immense kindness during his lifetime, I have no way to repay him, sob sob sob..."

"In that case, you shall be buried with my son. With you by his side, he will surely not be lonely in the afterlife."

The number one lackey's crying stopped abruptly, his expression incredibly interesting!

But it was too late for regrets; soldiers immediately dragged him away.

"No, I... mmm mmm."

"My son is dead, how dare you, you dog-like creature, live on alone?"

The king muttered something to himself, then fixed his gaze on the old guns in front of him.

If he's not senile yet, these guns should all be from the batch his soldiers just replaced.

"What a clever tactic! My son's death was not unjust."

Upon seeing these old guns, he had already guessed the whole story.

But the arms dealer named Abel had long since disappeared.

The ships docked in the port also left carrying away large amounts of wealth.

All that's left is a mess.

What a cruel heart!

But this vengeance must be avenged, and those rioters must die!

……

A major event has occurred in the Kingdom of Bliss.

Prince Pengpeng was killed by a mob in his suburban manor.

The king was furious!

A large number of soldiers were dispatched to begin a nationwide search for rioters.

Tipping is rewarded, harboring is equally punishable!

Moreover, once discovered, they would be shot on the spot.

Those mobs are the lowest rungs of the country, and they don't have 'I am a mob' written on their faces.

And these peasants were more united than they had imagined.

Therefore, the gains were minimal.

With nothing progressing, the soldiers were the ones who suffered.

Then things started to get out of control.

Many innocent people have been implicated as a result.

Since it's impossible to distinguish between real and fake mobs, it's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

Whether you are a mob or not is no longer important. If I think you are, then you are!

If you don't find a way to achieve something, you'll be the next one to suffer.

In an instant, cries, screams, gunshots... all sorts of sounds mingled together.

In addition, all the companions who had stayed behind at the manor after the breakup were not only executed, but their bodies were also hung up and displayed to the public.

This finally pushed the rebels to their breaking point.

And so, a fierce battle ensued in an instant!

A real mob has emerged, and its numbers are growing.

It seems that every moment, people are being forced from being law-abiding citizens into becoming mobs.

At this moment, the mountain of old weapons in the hands of the rebels immediately came in handy. One weapon for each person, and they would distribute them to anyone who came!

It's hard to hit this thing accurately, but learning how to shoot it is very easy.

When the fuse was lit, the long-oppressed masses finally began to truly resist.

Chapter 364 The Dragon Slayer Becomes the Dragon

"Tsk tsk, I was really overthinking it to expect these people to achieve great things."

Hidden in the shadows, Abel observed the current situation and knew that without intervention, the rebellion would inevitably end in failure.

Because apart from catching the King's army off guard at the beginning, the rest of the time was spent completely crushing the rebels by the King's army.

After all, the King's army is better equipped and better trained.

The only advantage the rebels had was their numerical superiority.

Calling them rabble and disorganized soldiers would be an understatement; they were simply a mob.

It would be a miracle if we could win.

There was no other way; Abel, the 'referee,' had to step in himself.

That very night, the old king was assassinated in his bed.

Because he died so suddenly, without leaving a will, and had many children.

So then the various heirs began to vie for power, each wanting to sit on the throne.

At this point, they did not take the rebels, who were being defeated and on the verge of being wiped out, seriously.

Eliminating dissidents and ascending the throne is the most important thing!

Then the situation changed.

The kingdom was embroiled in internal strife, with soldiers frequently betrayed by their own comrades, giving the resistance forces an unexpected respite.

Moreover, they had no way out; it was either success or death.

It was at this critical juncture that the next batch of weapons Abel was waiting for finally arrived.

His initial plan was to sell half of the weapons to the King's Army and give the other half to the rebels, so they would continue to issue IOUs.

Maintaining a balance in the war, allowing the endless consumption of weapons, and then taking the opportunity to drain the country's wealth.

When it comes to being ruthless, he's second to none.

But perhaps it was that last shred of conscience that prevented him from carrying out this truly wicked plan.

Instead, they chose to fully support the resistance.

Since we're going to make a huge profit either way, there's no need to go too far.

Albert specifically requested a lot of heavy weapons for this batch of arms, such as artillery.

This thing doesn't require any training; all you need are your hands.

With ample firepower coverage, accuracy has become irrelevant.

With these new weapons, the rebels immediately transformed themselves and launched an offensive against the King's army.

And they reversed their previous decline, using their overwhelming firepower to suppress the king's army.

They just didn't realize that every shell they fired now would one day turn into many times more wealth and flow into other people's pockets.

You're feeling good now, but there will be times when you cry later.

Seeing that the situation was turning against them, those vying for the throne tried to unite again.

Unfortunately, the best opportunity to eliminate the resistance has already been missed.

Moreover, once trust collapses, it is not so easy to rebuild.

Everyone is worried that someone will stab them in the back.

In addition, the army commanders sent out were always killed in very strange ways, leaving the soldiers without leaders and their morale low.

Thus, they switched from defense to offense, and in just ten days, the rebels miraculously stormed into the palace.