Starting as a pirate, he rose to become the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society.

Chapter 6: Hand Cannons and Arrival in the Pirate World.

Frant was only slightly disappointed that Bane refused to accompany him, since it was just a casual remark.

"In that case, good luck," Frant said, patting Bane on the shoulder.

After saying this, he shook his coat and prepared to get up and leave.

However, before he could finish his dashing and mature manly move, his body froze.

Bane's strong hand was already on his shoulder. "Wait a moment," he said, "I have one last thing I need your help with."

"It's not profitable," Frant complained, about something else.

Before he could finish speaking, Bane said, "Get me a gun."

Frant looked at Bane with some confusion and asked, "You're coming to me with this kind of trivial matter? Don't you have several guns?"

"Not this conventional way, I want something more ruthless and brutal!" Bane said, pulling a pistol from his waist and placing it on the table.

In fact, the technological level of this world is not low. In fact, Bane sometimes feels that some technologies are even more advanced than those in the world he lived in in his previous life. Moreover, this is the war-torn western region. He has heard that there are many more dazzling and advanced technologies in the central region of the empire, but Bane has never seen them.

If the level of technology and industry is not bad, then the emergence of weapons such as guns is a natural consequence.

As a member of the violent gang on Sphinx Street, Bane naturally came into contact with these things. For example, the pistol he was slapping on the table was a "Western-style" pistol, which was very common here and somewhat similar to a Beretta.

After glancing at the pistol on the table, Frant thought for a moment and then asked, "I can find the goods, but can you afford to pay for them?"

Bane grinned and said, "I'll sell you my house too. The money doesn't need to go through me; I just want the gun. Is that alright?"

Upon hearing this, Frant's face lit up with joy. "Looks like you're really going to run away. To be honest, I also sold my house the day before yesterday. I'm quite skilled at it, and your house is even better than mine, so it should be able to..."

He paused here, not quoting any specific price. After all, Bane had said he only wanted the gun, so why was he talking about money?

"Wait a minute, I happen to have some stock on hand. Although I was supposed to bring it to another buyer, I'm going to run away anyway, so what difference does it make who I sell it to?" Frant told Bane to wait there for a moment, and then plunged into the door behind the bar.

About ten minutes later, he pushed the door open from the side, and Frant emerged from behind the door, struggling to pull a metal box with both hands.

"Give me a hand," Frant said.

Bane stood up, stepped over the bar, grabbed the metal case, and then easily pulled it onto the table.

Frant wiped the sweat from his brow and said with a smile, "You're still as strong as ever."

"Are you too weak?" Bane rolled his eyes at the guy.

Frant didn't bother arguing with him, quickly opening the metal case while saying, "I'm not skilled enough to handle automatic rifles, and I doubt you need that kind of thing."

As he said these words, Bane's gaze was completely fixed on the large toy in the box.

"A hand cannon!?" Bane asked in surprise after a moment of stunned silence.

"That's right, someone of my build can't handle this thing. I can't even handle the recoil. But for you, it's no problem at all!" Frant confidently patted Bane's strong arm.

He then continued, "As you can see, this is the standard-issue hand cannon for junior officers of the Chatar Army—the Angry Bull Type VI!"

The Imperial Army has many legions under its command, and the Chatar Legion is one of them. All its members are strong and healthy, and more than 90% of them are ability users related to physical enhancement. The officers are all ability users.

Therefore, the Chatar Legion was also known as the Muscle Legion by the people. It is conceivable that the weapons used by such a group of big men must be of brutal caliber and have enormous power.

And this angry Bull Type 6 hand cannon is one of the legion's signature weapons.

Bane took the hand cannon out of the box, gestured with it, and then shoved it in front of Frant's head. The cannon's huge caliber almost completely covered Frant's head. Although Frant was already somewhat thin, it was still terrifying enough.

"Don't point it at me. Even though it's unloaded, I'm still scared," Frant said, pushing the hand cannon away.

Although it is a standard hand cannon, it is still standard equipment for junior officers. It looks very nice, with an indigo blue body and an angry bull charging forward engraved on the barrel.

Looking at the fist-sized bullets in the box, Bane was immediately very satisfied.

Although Bane had originally planned that he could at least buy an electromagnetic pistol or something after selling his apartment, even though the prices here were very low, the hand cannon that Frant brought out made him feel that this kind of weapon was more suitable for him!

After playing with it for a while, Bane first stood up, picked up the gun belt with twenty rounds of ammunition hanging from the box, tied it around his waist, and then hung the hand cannon on the gun belt. He immediately felt a weight on his waist, but this heavy feeling did not affect anything. Instead, it brought Bane a strange sense of security.

Even if there were an out-of-control elephant in front of him right now, Bane felt he could kill it with one shot!

"Bullets?" Bane asked.

"I only have this many bullets on hand, but these large-caliber hand cannon ammunition are quite crude and don't need to be refined. You can find any factory to hand-make them for you later, and it won't affect their use," Frant said, waving his hand.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

That's true; hand cannons don't really need to be very accurate.

After thinking for a moment, Bane decided not to make things difficult for Frant. He took out some documents and property deeds from his coat and handed them to him, saying, "This time you can say goodbye."

Frant smiled and accepted the gifts, saying, "I'll put them away; we'll have a couple of drinks later."

After saying that, he went back into the door behind the bar, but when he came out again, Bane was no longer there.

After standing there in silence for a moment, Frant sighed with a hint of reluctance and said, "I wonder if we'll ever see each other again, Bane."

Meanwhile, after leaving the fight gym and turning into an empty alley, Bane silently chanted "open the door." As his stamina rapidly depleted, the surrounding space-time froze, and a portal opened in front of him.

Observing the activation of this special ability, Bane suddenly noticed that the blue in the colorful halo on the door seemed to have dimmed a bit.

As his attention shifted to the other colors, his stamina began to drain even faster, as if he were about to open another portal between realms.

"Could it be that different colors represent different worlds?" Bane pondered to himself.

However, this was not the time to verify. He didn't cause any trouble and quickly opened the door in front of him. He peeked inside and saw that the outside world was also an empty alley. So he didn't hesitate and stepped into the door for the first time.

After passing through the portal and truly feeling like he had entered the world of One Piece, Bane silently chanted "close the portal," and the portal behind him quickly closed and disappeared.

He understood Teach's words clearly last time, so he knew that language shouldn't be a problem here. As for writing, there was no need to worry about that either; illiterate people were probably a dime a dozen in this world.

"The most urgent thing is to find out where I am right now," Bane thought to himself, then walked confidently out of the alley.

He could already hear the shouts and calls of vendors outside; it must be some kind of commercial street.

(End of this chapter)