Fufufufuhahahahaha. '
Looking at Virgo and Torrepol, whose faces remained unchanged, Doflamingo issued an order.
"Vergo, inform Diamanti who is guarding outside Michael's family that you attack with him.
Surrounded by three and lacking one, they can kill as many as they can, and they rush in the direction of Luo Xindi.
Torrebol, come on, let Jason roll back to their trash can. "
…
The moon gradually rises high in the sky.
Doflamingo looked at the manor in the distance, which was very different from the dilapidated house he lived in before.
The huge manor where the Jason family lived was brightly lit, and the villas were bright and generous.
A gangster with real guns and ammunition patrols back and forth.
The Jason family has discovered the gathered Don Quixote family.
Gathering together, pointing guns at the comers, looking at the leader Doflamingo in a small black suit, the little boss Jeremy looked down.
After all, the child's immature face and body are really hard to raise our vigilance.
"The Don Quixote family? It is indeed a collection of garbage guys. They have mixed up to take care of the little devil. Little devil, at this age, you should go back to your mother's arms to eat..."
Mother?
"puff!"
The sharp silk thread pierced Jeremy's chest halfway through the speech, bringing the elegant words he was about to blurt to hell.
"Your mother, I will also send it to see you."
Withdrawing the blood-stained silk thread in his hand, Doflamingo took a sip at the corpse on the ground, looked up and looked around, seeing the terrified and puzzled eyes of these gangsters, and issued a final announcement.
"I, Don Quixote Doflamingo, the head of the Don Quixote family, now choose to surrender or die!"
"Bang bang bang!"
"Puff puff."
Doflamingo, who was hit by the bullet, was only slightly stunned by the energy blow, without the slightest sign of injury.
These three months were not in vain for Dover. The clothes on his body were made by Diamanti changing the shape of steel, which was Dover's first layer of protection.
There are more compressed thin threads on the surface of the skin to form a fibrous layer for unloading, which is the second layer of defense.
How could a mere lead bullet break through the defense.
As for Torrebol, as a sticky fruit capable user, all the places hit by ordinary bullets were pierced without any damage.
Seeing this scene of the devil, the gangsters were terrified, this is a power they cannot understand! !
"Unfortunately, wrong choice! Next, it's penalty time. Let's go, Torrepol."
"Sticky Shock."
Doflamingo's figure was pulled forward by the silk thread, and Torrebol turned into a ball of slime followed closely behind.
"Hmph, weak resistance. Five-color thread."
Looking at the gunman who was already close in front of him, Doflamingo raised his hand and shot five wires from his fingertips across the front.
"Ah~~"
A popular fighter had a flash of intuition before he could draw out the long knife at his waist to block it.
It has been cut to pieces by sharp thin wires.
The pink human tissue slid to the ground.
The smell of blood filled the air.
...
The moment the conflict begins.
Inner villa area.
Jason's seven-year-old son is sitting in front of the piano playing piano music in a slim tuxedo.
Looking at his gentlemanly young son, Jason was very satisfied.
Although I don't remember which one of the 36 wives the former owner snatched this youngest son from.
But as a former slave and pirate, Jason felt elated when he thought of his son having the opportunity to become a nobleman.
He also gave his son an aristocratic name.
Jason II.
This year seems to be 66 years old, what a long life! In the former pirate group, who lived a noble life like me, Jason? It's wonderful.
Thinking of this, Jason, who was bare-breasted and had white beard and hair, took another sip of wine.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM."
"Dad! This is..."
The slightly drunk Jason immediately sobered up and looked at his trembling son.
Listen to the approaching explosion and the groan of the house under the shock of the blast.
He grabbed his son, turned and ran, highlighting his swiftness and decisiveness.
As an old pirate who has lived steadily for 56 years, what Jason relies most on is not his strength, but his knowledge of current affairs.
Only then can we find this remote non-world government affiliated country and get up.
This movement was obviously not something that the two muscular sons could make.
'The advance is so fast, counterattack is also a dead end.
With his old bones, he can't stop it.
Dad, I have to go first. '
pity.
One step slower.
"Slime meteor."
"Beyond the whip."
"click"
Two huge **** of slime flew in from the window sill, smashing the luxurious decoration of the house and the piano into a mass of ruins.
Then a whip with a flaming tail lashed the slime.
Two **** of fire rise from the slime.
"BOOM BOOM."
The side walls of the villa were blown down.
Jason shielded his calm son from flying debris.
From the gap, rush into the rising smoke.
"Thief hehehe~ Dover, I said, what a touching father-son relationship."
Along with the sound, figures one tall and one low appeared in the dissipated smoke.
Chapter 8 The Hungry Rosindi
One tall and one short figure.
It was Torre Pol and Doflamingo who came here.
"Fufufufu, it's a pity that his lovely son can't feel it anymore."
"Torrebol, you said that the old man who lost his son found someone who was very similar to his son. What would happen if he finally found out that it was his enemy? Let us guess what he would do?"
Seeing Jason running away, Doflamingo stood where he was, with a malicious smile on his face.
As for whether Jason will follow his script.
He wasn't worried, after all, there was Brother Michael, the second candidate.
Rossindi's severe beating is a certainty.
It just depends on whether it is deep enough.
…
the other side.
The manor of the Michael family was in flames.
In the form of bread, Virgo knocked down two gangsters who rushed up with a steel pipe in one hand and a musket in the other.
bread form virgo
Look towards the center of the manor.
"Kang Kang"
Michael clutched his injured abdomen.
While waving a broadsword to resist Diamanti's twisted and twisted western sword's weird attack route.
At the same time, he looked at Jeno, who had been knocked unconscious by Pica.
"Uh ha ha ha, are you worried about your good brother?"
Looking at the distracted Michael, the western sword in Diamanti's hand drew a strange trajectory and knocked him into the air.
"Crack."
"Your brother looks really embarrassed?"
Michael, who was thrown into the air, hadn't stabilized his body when he heard some kind of broken sound.
Looking fixedly, Pika's big hand has sunk into Jeno's skull.
Blood and tofu brains shot out due to the pressure covered Pika's robust body, and Jeno's body stagnated.
"No!"
The heartbroken Michael stared at Pika, turned around and ran away.
…
The third day after the war.
The ruins where the Doflamingo family once stayed.
The Brotherhood of Michael and the Jason family were two former enemies.
At this moment, they are stationed together as horns.
One by one, the gangsters with bandages and guns patrolled back and forth.
Guard against Don Quixote's invasion.
Jason had just buried Jason II, as the 56-year-old old pirate.
Although the only remaining Michael was born by himself.
But it was born with pirates.
Jason felt that his life had come to an end with the second generation who entrusted the Master's dream.
His consciousness was depressed, and even Michael, who was in front of him, didn't want to pay attention.
Michael's face was flushed, and his figure was similar to Jason's, which was inflated by anger and sadness.
"Father, he is dead, Jeno is dead!"
Jason turned a deaf ear, without raising his head, raised his hand and took a sip of wine, staring straight at the tombstone by the sea.