One Piece: Tyrant Bear

"Shoot and kill him."

"Clap clap."

The gunshots sounded and the attacks continued. Marco reacted and wanted to rush over to help. He took a step and stopped. He looked at the father who was being attacked.

Gritting teeth, tangled, uncomfortable.

"Marco, Dad, he..."

"withdraw."

His heart was cracking, as if it was about to break.

Abandoning daddy and withdrawing, he didn't believe he could give such an order.

Joz waited for the captain to look at Marco, then at his father, and nodded.

"retreat."

Withdrew, they stayed here, but caused unnecessary casualties.

For the sake of their companions and for the sake of their father, they must retreat successfully.

Escape one by one, as long as they escape, the Whitebeard Pirates will not be destroyed.

They are the spark, the spark of the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Haha, father, you are still dead after all."

Blackbeard smiled, showing his front teeth.

His crew laughed along.

The man is dead, or dead.

Whitebeard is dead, dead standing.

Before he died, he said that sentence: one piece really exists.

In this battle, Whitebeard suffered a total of 267 knife wounds, 152 rounds of bullets, and 46 shells, but he still maintained the posture of destroying the enemy; scars.

What a glorious sound, what a proud achievement, he is still dead.

A generation of legends ends here.

His end represents the complete end of the previous era.

(End of this chapter)

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A generation of legendary pirate Whitebeard Newgate died, dying on the battlefield.

His life was a glorious one.

Looking back at his life, you can find that this man is a pirate, but his behavior is not like that of a pirate.

He is as kind as a father, and he treats his son without reservation. He is tall and stalwart.

His reputation spread to every corner, and his deeds were praised by all the pirates. Although he was not the pirate king, his life was richer than that of the pirate king.

He lives in the trend of the times, and here, his role is to pass the flame.

The torch is passed on from generation to generation and will never go extinct.

He's dead, but he's still alive.

"Father." "Father." "Wooooo." The cry was loud and clear, echoing between heaven and earth.

Their father died, and their spiritual support was gone.

This time, they suffered heavy losses and had to retreat.

"retreat."

"Marco, father's body, we..." Don't throw away, father's body, don't profane.

They're going to take Dad home.

"withdraw."

The heart stops, Marco thinks he is going to die, he...  

"withdraw."

A group of people, ready to withdraw.

They can't stay at the scene. The navy's encirclement and suppression of them is coming. If they continue to stay, they will destroy the regiment.

For Tinder, for them, he wants to retreat.

"Dad, I'm sorry, forgive Marco, next time, next time Marco will definitely take you home."

Turn around and retreat.

"Haha, haha, he's dead, he's dead, he's finally dead."

"Jiehaha, White Beard, you are still dead."