As long as Lovett agrees in public, the right and wrong will be decided by Mengka alone.

Failure is okay, betrayal... is even better!

What a great Rashomon Ukiyo-e!

"It's not easy!"

Under the blue sky, Lovett looked at the endless ocean in front of him, with no trace of anger at being treated as an abandoned child on his face.

I remembered that Mengka came to him before departure and said that this mission was an opportunity for him to prove himself and asked him to seize it.

Lovett couldn't help feeling that those who treat others as fools are the real fools.

He had long made plans to abandon himself as an outcast.

This is heartbreaking!

There is no better way to solve a problem than to fix the person who caused it.

Otherwise, if it is a major matter related to the survival of the branch, at least Lieutenant Colonel Jody, a veteran general who is familiar to everyone and whose strength is significantly higher than that of the "Triangle Breaker", will be relieved.

However, he chose himself...

Mengka and Crowe, two inconspicuous little characters in the original work, all amazed him. He proved it with facts...

Oda is a manga artist, but he knows nothing about One Piece!

The characters in comics are too absolute, and only when they appear in real life do they appear "real" enough.

"pity……"

Lovett murmured softly, and a soldier selected beside him was stunned and asked.

"Lieutenant, what did you say?"

"No, it's nothing."

Looking back at him, Lovett was sitting on the edge of the lifeboat, his head tilted back and his eyes narrowed.

"Let's do it."

Take action?

What to do? What to do? What to do?

"Um?!"

Just when the soldier was puzzled, the lifeboat trembled unnaturally. With his back to the ocean, he didn't notice that a hand with corpse spots silently pressed on the edge of the boat, and his body slowly floated up.

When the zombie puppet's head emerged from the water, in front of him, another soldier who noticed this scene suddenly tightened his pupils, and fear immediately took over his body, making him unable to help but open his mouth wide, and let out a dry squeal like a fish that landed on the beach.

"Lieutenant... Lieutenant Colonel..."

Then he saw Lieutenant Colonel Alva, who had been dead for nearly a month and had watched the other party's burial with his own eyes, climb onto the ship silently and take off the dagger in his mouth.

The water droplets from his wet hair slid down his eyeballs, but he did not blink at all, and slowly extended the dagger to a position less than one centimeter in front of the soldier's throat.

Wait, if this is the case on his side... what about me?!

The soldier was suddenly startled.

Tick ​​tock…

The cold liquid dripped on the skin on the back of the head, feeling the chill, and infinite fear instantly crawled down the spine throughout the body.

His eyes widened to the limit as if he were not closing his eyes, and the syllables condensed in his throat.

Poof!!

"Hoo..."

Then he let out a weak gasp, and the light in his eyes disappeared.

The rusty and cold dagger cut through the trachea and aorta, causing blood to gush out like no money.

It is impossible for enemies whose throats are wiped and stabbed to death to scream and fall backwards like in the TV series.

As a necromancer, Lovett has experimented many, many times.

"I can't feel the change in the weight of the boat even if I change the boat. What can I tell you?"

Fishermen can judge the harvest by looking at the waterline of the ship, but soldiers at sea don’t even have this basic skill...

In the sight of dying, Lieutenant Lovett looked at him with a look that was not indifferent, but just as compassionate as humans looking at slaughtered animals.

"In the next life, remember not to be a navy."

Pfft...!

Pfft! Pfft!

The hand raised the knife and fell, the undead were bleeding, and the broken blade turned into the soul sickle of death at this moment, ruthlessly harvesting life, letting the blood dance, and making death appear.

Waiting for the hissing of the wind to disappear, the boat returned to calm.

At this moment, the bottom of the boat has long been soaked in blood, and it creaks when you step on it, as if you are walking in a pool of mucus.

Lovett quietly raised his head, and a zombie puppet came to him, holding a phone bug in his hand.

"which one?"

"Roar!"

The zombie shook his head like an idiot playing in the village, raised his arm, pointed at a certain corpse, and roared.

"Tsk, you have already regarded me as an abandoned child and you are still worried, so you sent someone to monitor me... Hell is empty, the devil is in the world!"

Although telephone bugs are a familiar communication tool, they are not cheap. Transforming wild telephone bugs is a skill that has been passed down from family to family for countless people.

It would be sinister to hide such a precious thing privately without giving it to the leader!

"A gentleman," said Lovett.

"Just in time, I need some...casting materials."

Plop!

The zombies jumped back into the water one by one, swam under the boat, held the boat, and the boat carried Lovett forward.

…

The East China Sea, the Sangui Zone, the nameless desert island.

The current captain of the Black Cat Pirates, Jango, endured the humid heat of the forest and mosquito bites, lying down in the trees.

Snapped!

Next to him, a crew member slapped his face hard, and when he touched it, there was a trace of blood on his hand.

"Captain, will he come?"

This has been going on for most of the day.

"He will definitely come, and only he will come."

Zang Gao's chin rested on the soil, and his eyes were solemn and confident behind his pink sunglasses: "Don't forget that after he left that day, Dr. Sheldon directly committed suicide by taking medicine... If there is one, there are two, and he knows that he can't hide it from everyone."

"But if you do this, you won't be targeted by the navy again. What is he trying to do?"

Thinking of what he saw that day, the pirate shuddered.

Death is common to them, but people take an overdose of drugs with a gentle smile on their faces, sit in a recliner and blow the fan, waiting for their life to end suddenly...

This way of death is beyond the limits of his cognition!

The summer made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his hands and feet were cold.

He couldn't help but think of the anonymous old captain, "Hundred Strategies" Crow.

Only he has such a terrifying intimidating power.

But here comes the question, if the Triangle Breaker and Crowe are the same type of people and are targeted by the navy again, what's the point?

No one knows the answer to this.

Wow…

There was the rustle of leaves beside him, and Zangao turned his head to look. The pirate responsible for watching on the hillside came closer.

"Ship...Captain, here we come!"

"Is it finally here?!"

Zangao was in high spirits.

I was about to take the telescope, but suddenly I found that the pirate's face looked strange, his pupils were shrunken and his lips were white, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. He was obviously frightened.

"What happened?"

Zangao asked with a frown.

"Blood... so much blood!"

The pirate had a look of fear on his face, remembering what he saw through the telescope: "Only one small boat came over, and all the navy on board were killed, and there were blood stains everywhere."
To be continued...