One Piece: Shadow of the Navy

Matic was hung on the tree trunk, unable to move... No, or rather, it wasn't that he couldn't move, but that he didn't have the strength to move.

Matic wanted to raise his hand to pull out the black stick inserted in his chest and abdomen, but his two hands could only be raised halfway, and then suddenly dropped down, hanging at his side.

I tried several times in a row, but every time I could only lift it half way, or even less than half, and then I couldn't hold on anymore and it sank down.

It can be seen that he tried very hard to complete the action of pulling out the black stick, but his hand could not even touch the black stick.

"Damn, what's going on? My strength, my ability." Matic's head drooped weakly, looking at the black stick inserted in his chest and abdomen, his face ferocious.

Matic wanted to activate his ability and gain more power, but found that he could no longer sense the existence of the ability. It was just like before he ate the fruit, and he was even weaker than then.

"Damn Navy, what did you do to me? Where did you take my ability? Give it back to me." Matic's voice was full of despair, and also revealed a strong sense of despair. Feeling of weakness.

He knew that the damn navy was standing nearby, and he wanted to look up at the damn navy, but he couldn't even raise his head.

Cohen heard Matic's extremely weak words, but he had no intention of answering.

Cohen took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, held it in his mouth, and stood, quietly watching Clarkson fight with Fite, who had grown in size, and watching Klaua Yara led nine soldiers and fought with a group of pirates.

He had no intention of getting involved to help his men. He just pressed the blade of the sword at his waist with his left hand and watched quietly.

Finally, some pirates discovered the miserable appearance of their invincible captain.

"Huh? Oh no, the captain was killed." The fighting pirate was obviously unable to accept the defeat of his invincible captain. He stopped what he was doing and shouted in horror.

"What? The captain was killed?"

"No way, how could our captain fail?"

The shouts of the pirates who first discovered Matic's miserable appearance attracted the attention of more pirates, and then more and more pirates stopped what they were doing.

Cohen removed his left hand from the knife, picked up the cigarette in his mouth, and flicked the ashes.

As more and more pirates stopped, an atmosphere of despair began to envelope them.

The navy soldiers also effortlessly disarmed and tied up a group of pirates who had lost their will to resist.

Only Fite, who looked obviously not quite right, was still fighting with Clarkson.

Although Clarkson was being suppressed and beaten by Fite who was gradually losing his mind, Fite could only suppress him but could not kill him.

As the battle between the navy soldiers and the pirates decided, several of the strongest soldiers also joined the battle between Clark Larson and Fite.

It didn't take long for the Navy to work together to bring Fite to the ground after paying the price of three injured people.

In this battle, six of the ten navy soldiers were injured, and three of them were injured in Fite's hands. Crow Ayala was one of them, but none of their injuries were serious.

There are still seven pirates left who can be taken away. Including Fite and Matic, there are a total of nine pirates who need to be taken away. Four of them are injured, but none of them are injured. Wounded by a gun.

After the battle, the uninjured soldiers bandaged the injured soldiers, while Clark Lason, who was not seriously injured, and Crow Ayala, who was injured by Fite, sat aside to rest.

It didn't take long for several injured soldiers to be bandaged, and the four pirates who could still be taken away were also bandaged.

Then they all sat on the ground and began to rest.

After a while, Cohen crushed the cigarette butt with his hand and threw it on the ground.

"Second Lieutenant Sen, can you still leave?" Although he called Clark Sen, his eyes were on a group of soldiers sitting on the ground.

Clark Larsen stood up and turned to look at the soldiers sitting around him, "No problem, Major."

"Then take these pirates who can be taken away and prepare to leave." Cohen nodded and ordered the soldiers.

This time, the soldiers didn't say anything to him or criticize his orders. They quietly got up and went to escort the group of tied pirates.

Cohen turned and walked towards Matic hanging on the tree trunk.

Cohen reached out and grabbed the handle of the black stick, trying to pull it off.

"Who? Who's there? Come out." But before his hand touched the black stick, he felt a breath behind a tree in the woods.

His body reacted instantly, facing the location of the breath, his feet slightly bent, his outstretched right hand retracted, resting on the handle of the knife, looking at the tree on guard.

Following Cohen's voice, a group of soldiers who were preparing to escort the pirates immediately drew out their weapons and stood guard facing the position where Cohen was watching.

"I have already hid on this deserted and inhabited remote island. Why don't you let me go?" A voice came from behind the tree.

Then a burly figure nearly two meters tall came out of the shade.

Only then did the soldiers see each other's appearance clearly.

He has slightly curly black hair and a ferocious scar on the bridge of his nose, which bisects his entire face. He is wearing a white coat, which reveals the gray shirt underneath. However, the white coat must not have been cleaned for a while. , with some messy marks on it.

What the hell?Do I know you?

Cohen looked at the other party, thinking of what the other party said before, and thought with a confused look on his face.

Clark Larsen and the soldiers also looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Since you won't give up, then you can stay here." The other party's expression was fierce, with the huge scar highlighting a ferocious look.

As soon as the words fell, the scarred man's burly figure suddenly flashed.

Cohen, who was staring at the opponent with a wary expression, changed his expression, and quickly pulled out the knife with his right hand. He only had time to hold the knife horizontally in front of him, and the opponent's fist fell on the knife.

The tremendous force coming from the blade made Cohen, who hastily resisted, almost unable to hold the blade.

Cohen's expression changed again. He bent his left hand and put his elbow on the blade to steady the blade.

Suddenly, the power of the opponent's fist burst out, directly knocking Cohen, who hastily received the punch, flying away with his knife, and hit the tree trunk with a bang.

"Ahem." Cohen got up from the ground, a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"No, hurry up, let's go help the major." Seeing that Cohen was knocked away with one move, Clark Larson's expression changed and he was about to rush forward with his soldiers.

"Stop for me."