I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

Under the combined effect of the small body and the paper painting, she swiftly and quickly slid against Jack's blade, taking advantage of the trend to stick a high-explosive bomb on the opponent's body.

When Tan Ya was about to fall to the ground, she once again pulled up to the extreme, just above Jack's head.

All the hidden bullet magazines in this jet suit were opened, and dozens of small missiles bombarded the area where Jack was intensively and swiftly.

Before Jack could take a breath, the special pacifists and Salazar came together again.

The great pirate, one of the three plagues, is secretly anxious. The protracted warfare he is best at has basically wiped out his advantages under the machine's endless battery life.

And the official members of the three Templar Warden troops had almost no flaws in their cooperation and support.

If there is no extra means to break the game, it really may be the one who will be the one who will die today.

Jack is reckless, but he is never foolish. He is good at using external forces to achieve victory for himself. Although he does not carry gas bombs this time, the so-called "external forces" do not completely refer to actual objects.

He kept entanglement with everyone, and even faintly increased that stalemate one step closer.

Only occasionally when there is a gap, his gaze will quickly glance towards the distant sky, and then immediately withdraw.

Jack blocked the long sword that Saraza had smashed, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but he didn't seem to be anxious about this siege that was likely to destroy him.

[...Not in a hurry!?] Lieutenant General Salazar dragged the black fog, like a missile fired from the end with a long tail flame, pulling away from each other.

He keenly captured a lot of information from the other's expression dynamics, and then didn't know what Lieutenant General Salazar was thinking of, his expression gradually darkened.

Drought Jack and others were able to show up in Alabastan because they took a ride on the golden lion flying fleet and dropped several chess pieces on this chessboard when the Four Emperors went to the East China Sea. .

On the other hand, looking at this mammoth colossus, it is in a state of leisure, but it makes Salazar and others suspicious and anxious.

[Are they waiting for the flying fleet of the Golden Lion?] As soon as this idea was mentioned, Lieutenant General Salazar's mind was like a brand, burning his reason.

Of course, now is the perfect time to slaughter Jack. No matter from the situation of the battle or from the geographical position, the big pirate, one of the three plagues, is still in a dilemma of isolation and helplessness.

It's not that he hasn't thought about it, maybe this is the psychological tactics that Jack used to get rid of the current predicament.

However, even if there is only one percent or one in ten thousand probability, the arrival of the flying fleet led by the two pirates, the Golden Lion and the White Beard, will completely reverse the situation.

But they missed the best opportunity to get out of trouble due to an ambiguous love battle, then. . . Not only did he fail to avenge his deceased comrades-in-arms, but those Internet addicted children who were repeatedly disciplined by him would be implicated instead.

Don't look at the desolate and uninhabited people in a radius of tens of miles now, but in the blind spot of everyone's detection-the suspected flying pirate group fleet is approaching or even about to reach the 10,000-meter altitude above their heads!

Although the UAV has a wide range of detection and is on continuous alert, it cannot fly to that exaggerated altitude at all.

"Tan Ya! Is there anything found on it?" The captain of the Overwatch Team, who was cautious by nature, turned his head and asked his most mobile companion.

"Unfortunately, I don't have the super-large radar with terrifying detection range on the Megatron." The young girl who left the war and flew to the heights to stay alert shrugged helplessly:

"The new exoskeleton rocket ejector can fly to the theoretical limit of 19,000 meters, but as you can see before, it broke."

Hearing this, Salazar's heart was secretly tight.

He dreamed of killing Jack, the big enemy who killed his men and friends. Ten years of suffering, every day, when he dragged his tired body after crazy training to lie on the bed, he tossed and turned but he couldn't fall asleep.

Closed eyes, filled with the voices of those comrades in arms who had gone one step ahead of their own.

He spent countless hours and energy just to be able to kill this **** one day.

But now, when the enemy is close at hand, if he continues to besiege like this, he will be very likely to realize that sweet and sacred revenge.

He looked around his companions who were still trying to contain the drought. These guys always made him angry.

I don't know what respect for the elderly is, and he always provokes them to wipe their butts.

And one by one, fishermen who don't take the task seriously.

"Prepare to evacuate in an orderly manner, and be alert to the high altitude." As if made up, Sarah Zayoyo let out a sigh of relief.

Among the headsets, the shocked voices of the two players pierced his ears.

"team leader?!"

"Hello? Your enemy is right in front of you? We haven't avenged you yet!!"

Lieutenant General Salazar stared fiercely at the sturdy figure not far away, as if wishing to chew its bones to pieces.

Finally, he shook his head: "I said, retreat, Jack can kill another day."

The dead are gone, the living still need to be strong.

Perhaps it was his mental instability that caused him to be so sensitive because of that intense stimulation.

But he really didn't want to put his partners in danger anymore.

According to one's powerful maneuverability, the heavy behemoth may not be able to catch up with the retreat at this time.

A somewhat familiar voice faintly came from his ears, but it was not loud but it frightened him like a thunder.

"It's okay, counting the time, the white beards probably haven't arrived yet."

Salazar almost raised his throat with a heart, how could he not even notice that someone was at such a close distance by his side?!

Turning his head to look, it was a smiling fat man.

The man was carrying a Coke in one hand and waving a letter of command at him in the other.

In the hot summer, the desert area, where the temperature can be as high as 50 degrees Celsius, is like a world of earth.

The sense of sight of the steamer.

"It's been a long time since you guys came back, I'll come to you." The fat man drank a cold Coke, raised his arm and wiped his mouth casually with his sleeves: "The next code is called [Sweetheart Mask], of course you too You can call me handsome sweetheart."

"Handsome guy?" Saracha heard the words and couldn't help but take a serious look at this man's fat and bloated body, and decided to ignore this kind of full-fledged words.

Jack frowned even more. He didn't expect that the navy's shameless wheel battle would add reinforcements.

This person seemed so out of place on the incandescent battlefield, and there was no power at all.

It's like civilians who accidentally got involved in this battle.

But the situation in front of me is even more weird.

Inevitably, Jack withstood the fear that spontaneously in his heart, let alone talk, and the elephant's trunk curled up to slap this guy to the ground.

It can be expected that the fat man who should have been beaten as sludge with a single blow can easily block the trunk that is enough to tear the armor of the rimmed tank with just one hand.

"Who are you?" Jack bitterly shouted.

The man thought for a moment, then spread his hands: