The Bizarre Adventure of Pirates

With a kick of his horse's belly, he blocked Pokelock's path with great force.

Poklock, who was having a blast skating, shouted, "Hey! The guy in front, get out of the way! We're about to collide!"

Without even turning his head, Jon shook his finger slightly.

NO! NO! NO! NO!

Pokelock suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Not really.

this.

How much hatred and resentment!

Would you rather fall off your horse and get seriously injured than give way?

"Don't be afraid, Pokelock, you are the best!" The mysterious voice sounded for the third time.

Poklock blinked and clenched his fists unconsciously, "That's right! I'm the best! No one can stop me!"

A set of idealism BUFF.

I, the European Emperor, feel like I’m doing fine again.

If you don’t want to let me, then don’t let me.

In the end, let’s see who is more miserable!

Seven meters, five meters, three meters.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

On the train in the distance, Stephen Steele, who was holding a telescope, couldn't help but exclaimed: "He didn't give way or slow down. John Joestar was determined to stop 'Lucky Boy' Pokelock!"

The guests and judges' hearts were beating wildly.

In the sight, two fast horses, one yellow and one black, suddenly collided with each other.

'boom! ’

The next second, people and horses fell to the ground.

"OH MY GOD! Are both players going to retire at the same time!?" Stephen Steele showed a nervous look on his face.

but.

What happened next completely shattered his three views.

Poklock was seen spinning several times in the air, and when he fell, he happened to lie across the back of the frightened yellow horse.

Jon is more exaggerated

——He even performed a complete set of rotations in the air, then pulled the reins and landed lightly back on the black horse's saddle.

Everyone in the car:

Diego:

Jello and Johnny:

We don't understand.

But we were shocked.

Are you sure you are participating in the horse racing competition and not the circus competition?

The skill of losing consciousness.

The downhill stage is over.

Next, you just need to run through the straight track of less than 1 meters to reach the finish line of "STAGE "!

"Damn it!"

Coming back to his senses, Diego became secretly anxious.

After being interrupted by that hateful black boy, the momentum he had built up with great difficulty was lost. It was not so easy to pick it up again.

Jero and Johnny looked at each other, and in perfect understanding, they formed a vertical formation. Johnny blocked the wind for Jero, and they rushed forward together.

Because they had properly conserved the horses' strength, the two of them were running faster and faster, and soon they surpassed Diego, who had a grim look on his face, and were on par with Poklock.

They originally planned to catch up with Jon in one go and win the first stage outright.

Unexpectedly, an agile figure suddenly jumped down from the side of the mountain wall. Using the momentum of falling, he surpassed everyone and ranked first!

"what the hell!"

Jello frowned.

He had some impression of the barefoot figure running wildly.

What was that guy's name?

Oh, right, Sand Man.

Among the more than 3,000 contestants, he was the only Indian who did not ride a horse and only ran on his own legs.

"Jero! Johnny!" John shouted, "Don't worry about others, just follow the original plan!"

The two of them were determined in their hearts and continued to speed up.

Johnny's reed horse was beginning to show signs of fatigue, so Jello passed his companions without hesitation and followed behind Jon, letting Jon continue to block the wind for him and reduce resistance.

Jon raised his hand to signal Jello to get ready.

Jello took the opportunity to untie his cloak and took out the iron ball.

When there was still a thousand meters to the finish line, Jon snapped his fingers, "GO! GO! Zeppeli!"

Hearing this, Jello showed his gold teeth and said, "Ok! My Brother!"

As he spoke, the spinning iron ball landed on the open cloak and suddenly turned into a sail like a sailboat.

A ‘whoosh’ sound.

Jello surpasses Jon.

Jon smiled slightly and pushed forward with one palm, "Watch out Johnny, this is how you use the ripple, ripple rush!"

All of a sudden, there was a strong wind!

With the help of the wind, Jello's speed increased again and he finally surpassed the sand man before the finish line.

The winner of "STAGE 1" has been chosen.

It is contestant number B-636, Jeroboam Zeppeli!

Chapter 138 The target of public criticism

The first stage of the 'SBR' competition has ended, and the rankings are freshly released:

First place, Jeroboam Zeppelin

Second place, Sand Man

Third place, John Joestar

Fourth place, Johnny Joestar

Fifth place, Poklock

6. Diego Brando

7th place, Manden Tim

eight place,

"Why is this happening?" After crossing the finish line, Poklock covered his face in pain. "I'm obviously the lucky one in five billion!"

"Damn it." Diego cursed in his heart, his face so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out.

The man from Sand, who had been running on his own legs, was breathing heavily. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes serious, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with his performance.

of course.

When someone cries, someone else laughs.

Jello raced around the field proudly, giving free rein to his inner joy.

Jon and Johnny looked at each other and smiled with ease.

Good win, open the champagne~

'boom! ''boom! ''boom! ’

The cork popped off and the light golden wine was poured into the clear goblet.

The feast begins.

Jon and the other two deservedly became the protagonists of the banquet.

The reporters gathered around like sharks smelling blood, flashing their cameras.

"Jon, you are strong enough to win the first stage. Why do you want to give up your victory? Is this your strategy?"

"Jero, look here, please smile!"

"Jonny, you and Jon have the same last name, are you brothers?"

Not far away, Manden Tim smiled and shook his head, "You are so welcome."

Suddenly, the sheriff came over with a serious face and said in a low voice: "Tim, please come with me. There have been several serious murders in the first stage."

Manden Tim's eyes were stern, "Let's go!"

The horse returned to the midway point of "STAGE 1", where the organizer of the competition, Stephen Steele, had been waiting for a long time.

"Mr. Sheriff, Mr. Tim." Stephen Steele took the initiative to greet.

The sheriff and Manden Tim took off their hats in return.

Then, Manden Tim dismounted and carefully inspected the murder scene. Even though he was used to seeing big storms and big waves, he still couldn't help but jump when he saw the three bodies with tragic deaths.

"There is no doubt about it," he said. "This was not an accidental fall from the horse or an animal attack. This was 100% murder!"

Pressing the brim of his hat, Manden Tim gritted his teeth and said, "That is to say, someone killed these three unlucky guys right under the noses of thousands of contestants."

He took a deep breath and continued, "When I think about the possibility of such an evil person hiding among the contestants, I can't feel at ease winning the championship!"

The righteous cowboy, Manden Tim, has captured countless wanted criminals from Montana in the north to Texas in the south.

The sheriff trusted his noble character and begged him, "This is the situation, Tim. Do what you think is right."

Manden Tim nodded, "I will get to the bottom of this matter."

ponder for a moment.

He changed the subject and said, "Oh, there is one more thing."

The sheriff and Stephen Steele listened attentively.

"Whose daughter is the beautiful girl in the carriage over there? To be honest, I want to pursue her."

Sheriff:

Steven Steele: Σ(дlll)

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Finally, the sheriff coughed lightly and said truthfully: "Tim, Miss Lucy is Mr. Steele's wife."

Hearing this, Manden Mende Tim scratched his brows with regret, "What a pity, what a pity."

the other side.

After finally escaping from the reporters' blockade, Jon came to the dining table and picked up a glass of champagne.

Diego, who was sitting at the table, said calmly, "The teammates you are talking about are Jello Zeppeli and Johnny Joestar?"

"Yes." Jon looked at Diego, "They are very powerful."

Diego snorted, "If you and I join forces, we can do better!"

Jon was noncommittal.