One Piece: King of the World from White Town

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Abel also laughed and deliberately imitated the sound of a gunshot with his mouth.

The next moment, everyone's laughter stopped abruptly, as if someone had strangled them by the neck.

Because Kamoles skull was directly blown open by a huge force, white and red splashed everywhere, and all over the people. Then he fell on the sofa, no longer breathing.

"It seems like I accidentally used a little too much strength."

Abel felt a little annoyed and regretful.

It had been a long time since he had learned the Marine Rokushiki.

For a genius, it’s not too much to casually develop an extended technique for the flying finger gun, right?

Okay, he admitted that it was not a flying finger gun, but the release of armed color domineering as an attack, which is... Ryusakura!

"Okay, who's still opposed now?"

Abel's words finally woke everyone present up from their dreams.

"Be careful! There are snipers!"

"No wonder this guy is so fearless. We may have been surrounded by armed forces."

"Soldiers, where are our soldiers?"

"Catch these two bastards, I will cut them into pieces."

……

In an instant, a large number of mafia members broke in, and countless guns were aimed at Abel and Giorno.

Giorno was confused, not understanding why everything was fine just now but suddenly a fight broke out.

This seems to be different from the gangster life he imagined.

Then he saw Mr. Abel slowly taking off his white suit under the gunpoint and throwing it into his arms.

"Hold it for me. I just bought this piece of clothing yesterday. It would be bad if blood started to seep on it."

“Is now the time to think about clothes?!!”

Giorno shouted loudly in his heart.

However, he was not slow in his actions and immediately hid in a corner. Once he saw that things were not going well, he was ready to run away immediately.

After all, he wouldn't risk himself to fight the terrifying Gamora just for a guy he had just met for the second time.

But what happened next was completely beyond his imagination.

"It looks like you all made the wrong choice."

Abel just snapped his fingers lightly after shaking his head slightly.

Thinking that this action was a signal to the people outside, the Camorra family members immediately shouted loudly: "Open fire, kill them!"

It’s a pity that he gave this order a little late.

Of course, it doesn’t matter whether it’s early or late, because it won’t change the final result.

Puff, puff, puff, puff...

Countless ice spears stabbed at the people in the room from all directions.

In just a moment, all the armed mafia members in the room were killed and became a hornet's nest.

Among them, dozens of ice spears 'happened' to pierce Giorno, but stopped at the last moment.

Giorno was so scared that his face and back were covered in cold sweat.

Even if he had urgently summoned the [Golden Experience], he could not guarantee that he would have survived.

Because [Golden Experience] can only help him break the attack from one direction at most, and it cannot block the ice spear behind him at the same time.

This kind of attack is too terrifying. Sure enough, Mr. Abel also has that kind of ability...

Just as Giorno began to have wild thoughts, the ice spears in the room suddenly shattered into ice crystals all over the ground.

The danger was over, and Giorno finally breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a chill on his back. Even his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Abel walked over and knocked on the table politely, signaling the person hiding under the table to come out.

"I think no one should object to my proposal now."

Abel said this with a smile on his face.

Chapter 671: Boss and Agent

With Abel's snap of his fingers just now, almost 90% of the important members of the Camorra family died.

And the remaining two or three dried fish actually found themselves able to move up after getting over the initial panic!

In the past, they could not get the lion's share of power, status, or wealth in the family.

After all, even the important members were divided into different levels. Apparently, these 'ninth levels' were the ones Abel left behind on purpose after entering the room and observing.

Whether it is for survival or for profit, they naturally have no second choice.

As for whether there would be any tricks done secretly, or whether doing so would lay mines for future development, he didn't care much.

Anyway, as long as he completes the content of the wish order, he will leave this world.

By then, who cares if there’s a flood?

"I don't need to teach you how to explain it."

Abel sat on the only clean sofa in the room and lit a cigarette.

"No, no, we will explain to everyone that Sam and the others died because they were attacked by a hostile organization. That's why they ended up like this."

A woman with heavy make-up hastily said flatteringly.

"Hostile organizations, for example?"

Abel seemed to suddenly become interested.

Seeing this, the woman quickly lowered her body, showing more of her cleavage while saying a few names.

Those are all forces that have some grudges against Camorra.

But she received no response from Abel, and even her efforts to show off her hot body were ignored.

The woman was feeling a little down, but suddenly an idea flashed in her mind, and she finally gave a correct answer that satisfied Abel.

"enthusiasm?"

"Very good, it seems that you already know who the enemy is. So, how will you introduce my existence to the people outside?"

"Of course you are leading us to take revenge on the Passion Organization, our only godfather."

The woman knelt down tactfully and lowered her head to express her loyalty.

At this point, if she still didn't know what this 'Godfather' who had come to her door was going to do, she might as well just find a piece of tofu and kill herself on the spot!

However, the "Passion" organization, as the most powerful mafia in this area, is not so easy to deal with.

The Camorra, or most of the Mafia in Italy, is managed in a family-style.

But this is not the case with the "Passion" organization. Its boss Diablo has always been elusive and hiding behind the scenes. Not to mention his whereabouts, even the important cadres within the organization have never seen his true face, and no photo of him has ever been circulated.

It can be said that they are extremely vigilant and cautious!

It will not be easy to deal with such an enemy.

Even if you want to repeat the same trick, it's impossible.

But as a sensible person who had just offered her loyalty, how could she possibly say such discouraging words and pour cold water on the Godfather at this time?

As long as she can ensure her own life, she only needs to do her part.

Abel stood up with satisfaction, took his suit from Giorno and put it on, "I hope to see Camorra's attitude in tonight's evening newspaper."

"Yes, Godfather. Your will is the direction we are heading!"

When Giorno followed Abel out of the Camorra Estate, he had not yet come to his senses after watching such a big show.

The notorious Camorra, which was enough to make a child stop crying, actually changed its owner like this?

He seriously doubted whether he was dreaming.

Otherwise, it would be too easy and a bit of a joke.

When getting in the car, Giorno couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Abel, you killed so many of them, aren't you worried that they are actually pretending to be loyal and then waiting for an opportunity to take revenge?"

Anyway, for Giorno himself, if he killed so many people, he would definitely not dare to continue using the other party's people.

But Abel's answer was to laugh loudly, then he patted Giorno on the shoulder and said in a joking tone: "Then just kill them all and replace them with a group of tools, right?"

"As long as I can achieve my goal, I don't care who I use. If anyone wants revenge, just come to me."

"When the time comes, whether it's poisoning or assassination, as long as you think you can kill me in this way, I welcome it at any time."

What a courage!

Giorno was actually shocked by Abel's answer for a moment.

But in fact, there is only one reason why Abel is so confident to pick peaches: absolute strength!

He was very sure that the weapons and armed forces controlled by these mafia groups posed no threat to him at all.

If that's the case, then why bother starting from scratch?

That's just making yourself uncomfortable.

"By the way, where's your pizza?"

After getting in the car, Abel asked a question as if he suddenly remembered something.

Giorno, who was confused, said "Here it is", and then Abel took it naturally, opened the box, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth...

"Well, it's a little cooler, but we'll have to make do with it for now."

"..."

Giorno was speechless. Wasn't the pizza his bus fare? Why did he bring it back to ask for more?

And for some reason, seeing Abel eating heartily, he actually felt a little hungry.

Do you want to take a piece?

As he was hesitating, Giorno noticed that in the blink of an eye, there was only a small piece left of the huge box of pizza.

"Leave one piece for me!"

Giorno, who was indeed hungry, didn't care about being reserved anymore and immediately reached out to grab the last piece of pizza, which was the one with the most cheese and the richest flavor.

It’s a pity that no matter how fast he is, he can’t be faster than Abel.

When Giorno reached out his hand, the pizza had already been stuffed into his mouth at lightning speed.

"Huh? What did you just say?"

Abel chewed the pizza and swallowed it in a few seconds, then started to act stupid.

Here it comes, here it comes, that’s the feeling!

Giorno's teeth were grinding.

"nothing!"

"Oh, then drive quickly."

"..."

Blanch!

What can Giorno do?

There is nothing I can do, the most I can do is just feel helpless and furious.

I’m so angry that my stomach hurts, forget it.

However, when he started the car and drove on the road, he suddenly heard a sound coming from the back seat of the car that made his heart beat faster.