This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

At this moment--

From the deepest part of the gloomy infinite hell, an indifferent and playful voice came out slowly.

"Sassi ignores Dana...Blackbeard."

Blackbeard was struck by lightning.

His laughter choked in his throat.

His face suddenly turned pale.

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Chapter 37 Blackbeard Doesn't Understand

Blackbeard didn't understand.

His whole body froze in place.

this voice...

This damn familiar voice! !

The damned sarcastic tone in that voice! !

It was the owner of this voice who had directly crippled his own hands and feet, and then, in front of Ace and many jailers, stomped on his head with the soles of his military boots, and sent himself that sentence with the same tone! !

'—Congratulations on becoming the noble Shichibukai! ! '

And the most frightening thing is that his biggest hole card has been exposed in front of him!

He can clearly observe his real devil fruit ability and his weird physique through the surveillance phone bug!

stomping on...

A sound of gentle footsteps came from the deepest part of the prison.

A layer of cold sweat gradually oozed from Blackbeard's forehead.

He dared not move.

The light on the gray-black stone wall flickered gently, and the light and shade of the light gradually reflected the figure in that prison cell.

He was also wearing a black and white prison uniform, and his hands were shackled with stone shackles.

The slightly messy black hair covered part of his eyes, but the coldness and sharpness in his eyes seemed to penetrate the ends of the hair, as if piercing the void, and went straight into Blackbeard's soul, making him feel chills all over his body.

The flickering lights cast a long shadow on his body on the ground, flickering slightly.

He is smiling.

Rear Admiral of the Admiralty... that monster-like lunatic, Charles Ron!

"You...why are you still here!?"

Blackbeard stared blankly at that figure, then gritted his teeth suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot suddenly, and let out a roar in disbelief.

He really doesn't understand.

A navy "hero" has obviously been pardoned and acquitted by the world government.

But these days have passed, and he is still staying in this gloomy place! ?

Standing in the cell, Ron looked at Blackbeard from a distance through the metal railing, and said with a smile:

"Why can't I be here?"

As soon as these words came out, even Blackbeard felt an unprecedented sense of absurdity, which occupied his brain and left his mind blank.

What do you mean why can't you be here?

No normal person would be here!

You are a naval hero!

After the acquittal, shouldn't you be preparing to face the Whitebeard Pirates in Marlin Vandor at this time! ?

The execution target "Fire Fist" Ace has been escorted away, and the Navy Headquarters is the real battlefield!

What are you doing here on the sixth floor of the city?

Is the food here good?Still the people here are fun! ?

"Impossible...you can't be here..."

Blackbeard murmured palely.

However, Ron's next words, like a sharp dagger, penetrated into his soul thoroughly, making him heartbroken.

"I'm waiting for you."

An earthquake appeared in Blackbeard's pupils on the spot.

he is waiting for me...

The information hidden in this sentence is too huge.

He stared at Ron in the cell in disbelief, his heart seemed to stop beating.

Could it be...he knew that he was going to advance the city?

But how is this possible!

My plan has never been revealed to anyone.

Even the few crew members who were "killed by mistake" by Ron before, they didn't know their deployment at all.

A bottomless chill gushed out from the soles of Blackbeard's feet, spread along his spine, and went straight to his head, making his scalp numb.

For an insidious schemer like Blackbeard, he knew a truth.

The most formidable enemies are not those with great strength.

Even if he is as strong as his father Whitebeard, or even the high-ranking Admiral Sengoku, as long as he finds the right opportunity, the ambitious Blackbeard dares to act and plan without hesitation.

The most terrifying thing is the kind of opponent who knows himself very well.

own cards, physique,

own plan,

own ambition,

have been fully exposed.

At this moment, seeing the half-smile look in the rear admiral's eyes towards him, Black Beard felt chills all over his body, as if all his secrets had been seen through.

He breathed heavily, forcing himself to calm down.

His vicious eyes scanned the prison, and suddenly he grinned fiercely and said:

"Thief hahaha...so how can you stop me!?"

"You are still trapped in the cell, right?"

"Not to mention you're still in shackles!!"

"As long as I don't open the door of your cell, you can only watch me release all the criminals here!!"

"Thief hahahaha...hahaha...haha...ha?"

He laughed wildly at first, and then the smile gradually became forced.

Because he saw pairs of eyes.

in a dark prison,

In countless cells,

Those eyes looking at me in pairs,

Their eyes... as if looking at a... idiot.

"I thought there was a funny guy coming...but it was a stupid clown."

In the cell, Redfield sat there gracefully, slowly shaking a glass of red wine, and smilingly looked at the black beard who was standing there in a daze.

Barrett next to him was sitting and practicing on his own. He glanced at Blackbeard, then withdrew his gaze, and said with a sneer:

"I remember this guy, he was the kid on the white beard boat. When we fought with them, this guy was the one who hid behind his teammates and stabbed the knife insidiously."

Blackbeard's expression froze.

"Oh?" Redfield made a voice with great interest, squinting his eyes to look at the black beard, there seemed to be a strange red light flashing in the old and cloudy pupils.

In the next second, he smiled even more treacherously.

"Blackbeard, right? Your heart is filled with fear..."

"It seems that our cellmate, Mr. Ron, has left you with a lot of terrible psychological shadows."

Barrett laughed mockingly when he heard the words:

"But he still looks intact, no missing arms or legs, ha ha ha ha!! But, old bastard, why don't we make a bet?"

Redfield took a sip of the red wine he did not know where he got it,

"What bet?"

Barrett's eyes shot out with a brutal light, and he said with a grin:

"Bet this guy...can last a few seconds."

"What about the bet?"

"Well... the loser, fast for ten days."

"no problem."