"how so?"

Herring looked at the pirates lying in a pool of blood.

Sherlock opened his game vision and checked their blood bars one after another. Although the HP has been reduced a lot, he has not died yet, but has just temporarily lost his combat power.

As expected, they are all pirates with thick skin and flesh. They can't kill hot weapons at will.

But it’s hard to say about these civilians. HP was reduced to 0 and died very thoroughly.

Sherlock looked at the extremely calm commander Killua Roka with his side face.

HP:3000 (Superman Extreme)

Skill: Sacrifice art, wisdom

Devil Fruit: None

Taoist strength value: 10000

Unexpectedly, this guy's Taoist power value is actually higher than himself. Although the Taoist power value cannot tell everything, it also reflects his combat ability to a certain extent... Sherlock frowned.

"Captain of the Corps, the Lord of the People's Responsible must come in."

Guards report.

Killua Roka said without regret:

"My Lord, although you brought these outsiders, they are too unruly, and this is also a forced act."

The explosion of smoke dissipated.

Most of the 80 prisoners were safe and sound, but the HP dropped a little.

Sherlock noticed that Clockdal and Mr.1 were not there, and he guessed that these two people should be looking for the historical text.

And the HP of these prisoners is amazingly high, even higher than that of Laubron.

HP is above 10,000.

The Tao force value is around 9000.

Did he really create these people?

No matter how you look at it, it's much better than Laubrun!

Or, he wanted to have such a group of people appear to break the peace of the city, so that he could recover it or not. In short, the more chaotic he liked it.

Such scum means being unable to show off others' happiness.

When others are happy, they seem to lose the meaning of existence.

Laubron, I see through you.

Sherlock covered half of his face and walked over, helping Lau, who would not die if he did not commit suicide. Burren was raised.

"Diet?"

"Captain, I'm still alive."

Laubron raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Even though his clothes were already broken, he still maintained a gentlemanly demeanor and combed his messy hair behind his head.

"So what wish did you make in the wishing pool?"

"desire?"

Laubron touched his chin, raised his face and said slowly,

"It's not a wish, I just think everything here seems so false, I want to break it, if a group of death row prisoners as powerful as the captain appears, or it will be interesting here."

"So these people are benchmarking me?"

Sherlock swallowed, was he going to fight 80 of himself?

This is a challenge to the limit, okay?!

No wonder when Sherlock saw these prisoners, he felt that each of them was like a fight with a dirt dragon.

“Isn’t their appearance interesting?”

Laubron said and spit out a mouthful of blood, and HP dropped by 50 again.

Pipicia gave him a thumbs up:

"You are such a good assist, even better than me!"

Laubron wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"But taking hostages is not what I think. There is no need for these guys to take hostages at all. I'm afraid it's just for fun."

Laubron analyzed, showing an innocent expression.

Sherlock had the urge to end him with one punch: "You are pursuing excitement, will you want me to pay in the end?"

"Captain, in fact, we can choose to leave here and let the city fend for itself."

Laubron said with a smile.

"What about the person who can't get out?"

Sherlock remembered the pirates who completed the wishing ceremony. Although they each had their own shortcomings, they undoubtedly followed him wholeheartedly and had no reason to abandon them here.

"If you can't get out, that's their choice. People always have to bear the consequences for their choices, and the captain doesn't have to mind."

Lauber ethically prepared his bow tie, but it was a pity that the cup of fried coffee was broken.

"Laurbron, I know you have never had a moral bottom line."

Sherlock's face turned gloomy and said word by word,

"But remember, my bottom line, what I insisted on."

"What?"

Laubron was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly filled with expectation.

"Leave evil to the enemy and give the only kindness to your friends. If you can't do this, you are not suitable to be my partner."

Sherlock said seriously.

Laubron hesitated for a second, and he bent down slightly and placed his hand on his chest.

"My respectful captain, is this the justice you believe in? If so, I am willing to follow, even if I am an evil devil in my bones, but I will leave my only kindness and loyalty to you, let me follow you and stand at the top of the world. This is my ambition. Please forgive me for your recklessness this time and fulfill my ambition."

"Not to be an example."

Sherlock slowly stepped forward, helped Hall up, and handed him to Kom,

"Take care for him."

Kom nodded, Melby and Herring checked the injuries of their companions on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately they were not fatal.

Killua Roka, who had listened to Sherlock's remarks throughout the whole process, paused and spoke:

"The guards, carry all the injured down for treatment, they are all friends of the favored ones."

"Abide by the order!"

The guards carried the pirates down.

Laubron shook his head and sighed secretly.

"Your guard, can you protect it?"

Sherlock looked at Killua Rocca with his side face.

Killua Roka nodded slightly:

"My Lord Junzhe means that in the next battle, do you need guards to intervene?"

"Yes, quit, next, not what they can afford."

Sherlock took off the hat and coat and placed it in Herring's hands.

"Go and bring Clockdal and Mr.1, and Bishop Bells."

When Sherlock saw Bells at first, he felt that this guy was unfathomable.

In any case, letting oneself 80 prisoners of his level have the success rate of 0, which is basically infinitely close to 0. At this time, it is correct to call someone with ability.

But Rauberon, Melby, Herring and Kom, who do not have the ability of the Demon Fruit, are not suitable.

Sherlock could clearly see the blood groove on their heads, which was not enough to hit.

"The bishop will not come here. He hasn't walked out of the Cathedral of Holy Light in thirty years."

Killua Roka reminded.

"No, he will come."

Sherlock also handed the brass key of the Grand Sister Bueno to Herring, "Give this to him."

Killua Rocca looked at Sherlock in confusion. He didn't know why Sherlock was so confident, but what's the use of the genius leader who had been blind for many years? He didn't understand.

In the years when Killua Rocca became the commander of the army, he had never seen the Archbishop walk out of the church.

Killua Roka is a cold person. Even when facing civilians, he feels that order is above everything else and cannot be reflected in peaceful times. When real danger is seen, it can be seen from his attitude towards hostages.

In order to quell the riots as soon as possible, he would do whatever he could to restore the city to its former peace.

"Sir, I'll have you done my best."
Chapter completed!