ALL NOVEL The Worst Fruit Among Pirates
Chapter 20 Bolkin
Whether it's Rossi and Dover or the Torepol quartet, for them the battle is over.
But for ordinary people affected by their fighting, the problems have just begun.
At the junction of the garbage disposal area and the port area, two buildings were slowly reduced to ruins amidst fireworks.
One building is a factory warehouse, but fortunately it does not store goods.
But the other one was a simple residential house, and the wooden building allowed the flames to start spreading outward.
"Quick, put out the fire!!"
"Where are the personnel? Is anyone injured——"
Men, women, and children were rushing back and forth carrying buckets of seawater, trying to put out the fire.
The young man who poured water on himself rushed into the sea of fire and rescued the trapped people and valuables. Although he was covered in gray and black smoke, at least:
"The old Bolkin family are all here, there are no casualties."
"Huh...huh...,"
The white-haired old man dropped the barrel in his hand and slowly sat down, holding on to the wall next to him.
"People safe is good···"
He is 'Old Bolkin', a worker who can no longer do heavy work.
"Grandpa, our home is gone!"
The boy next to him clenched his fists angrily. He was the old man's grandson, 'Little Bolkin'.
How could this young boy accept the fact that his 'home' was gone so easily?
"I will never forgive those bastards who blew up our house!"
"Okay, Bolkin."
A middle-aged man covered in gray and black and wearing a vest came over and patted the young man on the shoulder.
He is the uncle of little Bolkin, and he was once young, so he naturally understands his nephew's mood.But after entering society, middle-aged people have understood that passion cannot change anything.
"Those who create explosions are not something we ordinary people can afford to offend."
Although the middle-aged man has good muscles, this is just proof of selling labor force in the factory.What's more, he is truly the elder and the younger, so the two families rely on him to support them.
Fighting one's life in anger is already a 'luxury' thought for middle-aged people.
"Uncle, you are too cowardly!"
"I saw the faces of those guys, I must ask them for revenge——"
"say no more,"
Covering the young man's mouth, the middle-aged man looked around cautiously.Although there were neighbors who helped put out the fire, there were also passers-by watching.
If any of these people were from both sides of the war, and they believed what their nephew said was true, they would definitely strike first. At that time, the two of them might not even be able to continue living in this town.
what,
Count on the Sheriff?
Come on, the job of those 'black men' is to protect the wealthy people in uptown.
Even if they, the coolies in the garbage disposal area, die, they will be nothing more than a line in the paperwork.
only···
The middle-aged man raised his head and glanced at the burned-to-ruins home, his eyes full of reluctance.
His father, as well as the home that he and his eldest brother had worked hard for more than ten years to save money to buy, were easily burned to the ground by the aftermath of the battle of those 'strong men'.
Especially the eldest brother, who was burned into coke by the blast furnace that exploded in the factory.
The home was burned down and had to be rebuilt.I just don’t know how long it will take this time...
It is impossible to say that there is no resentment in his heart, but what can an ordinary person do?
Just when the middle-aged man was helpless and sad, the nephew in his arms suddenly exerted force, broke free from his hands and rushed out——
"and many more!"
The boy named Bolkin stood in front of two passing children, his eyes full of anger.
"I remember your faces, it was you who burned down my home!"
?
----
"Don't be careless,"
"Although several of the other party's leaders were injured in the explosion, there should still be many ordinary members."
On the boat, I cleaned the wound with alcohol, bandaged it with medicine, changed my clothes, and replenished the lead bullets and gunpowder.Rossi and Dover, armed to the teeth, were ready to set out to find trouble with the 'Four-suit' family.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Although the strength of Rossi and Dover is no longer comparable to that of 'normal' children, they are still flesh and blood after all. They will bleed if they are cut by a knife, and they will be injured if they are hit by lead bullets. Caution is still a must.
So when they just walked to the place where the previous battlefield was, they were stopped by a young man who suddenly rushed up. They subconsciously placed their hands on their waists at the same time.
"and many more!"
The young man wearing only a vest stood in front of the two of them, his eyes full of anger.
"I remember your faces, it was you who burned down my home!"
?
Regarding the young man who suddenly stopped in front of the two of them, Rossi glanced at the burning ruins of the house next to him and understood.
But Dover raised his brows, and the cold murderous aura began to spread.
"so what?"
"you--"
Snapped,
Before the boy could say any more tough words, a big hand fell on the top of his head and pressed down hard.
"terribly sorry!"
"My bastard is ignorant, please forgive me..."
The boy whose head was pressed struggled to shake off his uncle's hand and held his head up stubbornly.
“It’s not me who’s wrong, it’s them—?!”
A black muzzle was pointed at the young man, blocking the rest of his words in his throat.
In many things, it is never about right or wrong, but about whose fist is bigger.
"grown ups!"
Facing the gun, the middle-aged man was so anxious that he instinctively pulled the young man behind him and opened his arms.
"Uncle, get out of the way!"
The next second, the middle-aged man was pushed away by the young man behind him.
"I'm the one who said it. If you have any questions, come at me!"
The young man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, his anger mixed with a trace of regret.
Facing the strong, simple 'justice' and 'courage' are just the way to death.
In an instant, the boy was about to be splashed with blood.
"Dover, don't do this."
Rossi reached out and stopped Dover from pulling the trigger, even though Dover's behavior was the norm in this world:
have opinions?
Ask about the sword and gun in my hand first!
But for Rossi, it doesn't have to be that way.
"I'm sorry that our previous battle affected your family."
With just one sentence, the uncle and nephew who were fighting to block him were stunned, and even the white-haired old man who had just gotten up next to him stopped in his tracks.
Rossi stepped forward and took out a stack of Baileys.
"Here's 50,"
In an instant, the eyes of everyone on the street lit up, revealing a green light.
"It's not much, but it should be enough to tide you over. But -"
Rossi carefully looked at the boy opposite him: he was wearing a thin vest, and his malnourished face showed a stubborn and fearless expression.
"Your name is?"
"... Bolkin, everyone calls me Little Bolkin."
Most civilians do not have surnames.
"The culprit who burned down your house is Torrebol, the leader of the 'Four Colors Family'."
Although it was Rossi who 'ignited' the fire, it was indeed Torrebol's Devil Fruit ability that burned down the two buildings.
When the words 'Four Colors Family' and 'Torebol' came out of Rossi's mouth, the expressions of the people around him changed again and again, making Rossi nod secretly.
Very good, it seems that those four guys are not unknown people in this area.
"Now, we're going to find trouble with them."
He reached out and handed a thick stack of 50 Baileys in front of Bolkin.
"Since you have the guts to stand in front of us, you shouldn't mind being our guide, right?"
···
"Polkin, don't answer it!!"
Faced with this sum of money that could instantly change their family's predicament, the middle-aged man and the white-haired old man changed their expressions.
brush,
Facing Bailey handed over by Rossi, the boy in the vest took it without hesitation, turned around and gave it to the middle-aged man behind him.
"uncle,"
"Grandpa, mother, brother, I'll leave it to you."
The boy is naturally passionate, but growing up in this chaotic world, he is not a fool who doesn't understand anything.The other party didn't kill him with a single shot, and he was still willing to 'compensate', so he, Bolkin, was not an ignorant person.
What's more, for the teenagers in the garbage disposal area, joining a certain 'family' is also a way to get out of trouble.
Bang!
Facing the two little boys who were younger than him, the boy knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.
"Two big brothers, from now on."
"My life is yours!"
In the garbage disposal area of Spidamaluz Town, 50 beli can break anyone's hands and feet, and [-] beli can buy any life.
Attention, it is anyone’s life!
The saying that life is priceless is just a beautiful slogan in any world.
Even in Rossi's previous life, the dignified President of America could "open his mind" on the street. The mayor of Bangzi was "shot seven times in the back and was judged to have committed suicide." The various "accidents" caused by dump trucks every year were even more so. Too many to count.
As for the world of One Piece, human life is directly 'priced': the amount of the wanted order is proof of the strong.
As for the lives of the weak, they are worthless!
"Welcome aboard, Bolkin."
After speaking, Rossi turned to look at Dover, and Dover also remembered Rossi's plan to recruit people.
"Let's go, you will be our 'Don Quixote Family' from now on."
Under the unbearable gazes of the middle-aged and elderly people, the young man stood up and led the way, preparing to go to the residence of the 'Four Colors Family' with Rosie and Dover, as if this was a farewell.
"I said, don't make the atmosphere so depressing."
Before setting off, Rossi turned to look at the middle-aged man holding his nephew's "life money."
"What we need are guides, not cannon fodder and combatants. If you have time to grieve, why not clean up your house? We will be back for dinner later."
But for ordinary people affected by their fighting, the problems have just begun.
At the junction of the garbage disposal area and the port area, two buildings were slowly reduced to ruins amidst fireworks.
One building is a factory warehouse, but fortunately it does not store goods.
But the other one was a simple residential house, and the wooden building allowed the flames to start spreading outward.
"Quick, put out the fire!!"
"Where are the personnel? Is anyone injured——"
Men, women, and children were rushing back and forth carrying buckets of seawater, trying to put out the fire.
The young man who poured water on himself rushed into the sea of fire and rescued the trapped people and valuables. Although he was covered in gray and black smoke, at least:
"The old Bolkin family are all here, there are no casualties."
"Huh...huh...,"
The white-haired old man dropped the barrel in his hand and slowly sat down, holding on to the wall next to him.
"People safe is good···"
He is 'Old Bolkin', a worker who can no longer do heavy work.
"Grandpa, our home is gone!"
The boy next to him clenched his fists angrily. He was the old man's grandson, 'Little Bolkin'.
How could this young boy accept the fact that his 'home' was gone so easily?
"I will never forgive those bastards who blew up our house!"
"Okay, Bolkin."
A middle-aged man covered in gray and black and wearing a vest came over and patted the young man on the shoulder.
He is the uncle of little Bolkin, and he was once young, so he naturally understands his nephew's mood.But after entering society, middle-aged people have understood that passion cannot change anything.
"Those who create explosions are not something we ordinary people can afford to offend."
Although the middle-aged man has good muscles, this is just proof of selling labor force in the factory.What's more, he is truly the elder and the younger, so the two families rely on him to support them.
Fighting one's life in anger is already a 'luxury' thought for middle-aged people.
"Uncle, you are too cowardly!"
"I saw the faces of those guys, I must ask them for revenge——"
"say no more,"
Covering the young man's mouth, the middle-aged man looked around cautiously.Although there were neighbors who helped put out the fire, there were also passers-by watching.
If any of these people were from both sides of the war, and they believed what their nephew said was true, they would definitely strike first. At that time, the two of them might not even be able to continue living in this town.
what,
Count on the Sheriff?
Come on, the job of those 'black men' is to protect the wealthy people in uptown.
Even if they, the coolies in the garbage disposal area, die, they will be nothing more than a line in the paperwork.
only···
The middle-aged man raised his head and glanced at the burned-to-ruins home, his eyes full of reluctance.
His father, as well as the home that he and his eldest brother had worked hard for more than ten years to save money to buy, were easily burned to the ground by the aftermath of the battle of those 'strong men'.
Especially the eldest brother, who was burned into coke by the blast furnace that exploded in the factory.
The home was burned down and had to be rebuilt.I just don’t know how long it will take this time...
It is impossible to say that there is no resentment in his heart, but what can an ordinary person do?
Just when the middle-aged man was helpless and sad, the nephew in his arms suddenly exerted force, broke free from his hands and rushed out——
"and many more!"
The boy named Bolkin stood in front of two passing children, his eyes full of anger.
"I remember your faces, it was you who burned down my home!"
?
----
"Don't be careless,"
"Although several of the other party's leaders were injured in the explosion, there should still be many ordinary members."
On the boat, I cleaned the wound with alcohol, bandaged it with medicine, changed my clothes, and replenished the lead bullets and gunpowder.Rossi and Dover, armed to the teeth, were ready to set out to find trouble with the 'Four-suit' family.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Although the strength of Rossi and Dover is no longer comparable to that of 'normal' children, they are still flesh and blood after all. They will bleed if they are cut by a knife, and they will be injured if they are hit by lead bullets. Caution is still a must.
So when they just walked to the place where the previous battlefield was, they were stopped by a young man who suddenly rushed up. They subconsciously placed their hands on their waists at the same time.
"and many more!"
The young man wearing only a vest stood in front of the two of them, his eyes full of anger.
"I remember your faces, it was you who burned down my home!"
?
Regarding the young man who suddenly stopped in front of the two of them, Rossi glanced at the burning ruins of the house next to him and understood.
But Dover raised his brows, and the cold murderous aura began to spread.
"so what?"
"you--"
Snapped,
Before the boy could say any more tough words, a big hand fell on the top of his head and pressed down hard.
"terribly sorry!"
"My bastard is ignorant, please forgive me..."
The boy whose head was pressed struggled to shake off his uncle's hand and held his head up stubbornly.
“It’s not me who’s wrong, it’s them—?!”
A black muzzle was pointed at the young man, blocking the rest of his words in his throat.
In many things, it is never about right or wrong, but about whose fist is bigger.
"grown ups!"
Facing the gun, the middle-aged man was so anxious that he instinctively pulled the young man behind him and opened his arms.
"Uncle, get out of the way!"
The next second, the middle-aged man was pushed away by the young man behind him.
"I'm the one who said it. If you have any questions, come at me!"
The young man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, his anger mixed with a trace of regret.
Facing the strong, simple 'justice' and 'courage' are just the way to death.
In an instant, the boy was about to be splashed with blood.
"Dover, don't do this."
Rossi reached out and stopped Dover from pulling the trigger, even though Dover's behavior was the norm in this world:
have opinions?
Ask about the sword and gun in my hand first!
But for Rossi, it doesn't have to be that way.
"I'm sorry that our previous battle affected your family."
With just one sentence, the uncle and nephew who were fighting to block him were stunned, and even the white-haired old man who had just gotten up next to him stopped in his tracks.
Rossi stepped forward and took out a stack of Baileys.
"Here's 50,"
In an instant, the eyes of everyone on the street lit up, revealing a green light.
"It's not much, but it should be enough to tide you over. But -"
Rossi carefully looked at the boy opposite him: he was wearing a thin vest, and his malnourished face showed a stubborn and fearless expression.
"Your name is?"
"... Bolkin, everyone calls me Little Bolkin."
Most civilians do not have surnames.
"The culprit who burned down your house is Torrebol, the leader of the 'Four Colors Family'."
Although it was Rossi who 'ignited' the fire, it was indeed Torrebol's Devil Fruit ability that burned down the two buildings.
When the words 'Four Colors Family' and 'Torebol' came out of Rossi's mouth, the expressions of the people around him changed again and again, making Rossi nod secretly.
Very good, it seems that those four guys are not unknown people in this area.
"Now, we're going to find trouble with them."
He reached out and handed a thick stack of 50 Baileys in front of Bolkin.
"Since you have the guts to stand in front of us, you shouldn't mind being our guide, right?"
···
"Polkin, don't answer it!!"
Faced with this sum of money that could instantly change their family's predicament, the middle-aged man and the white-haired old man changed their expressions.
brush,
Facing Bailey handed over by Rossi, the boy in the vest took it without hesitation, turned around and gave it to the middle-aged man behind him.
"uncle,"
"Grandpa, mother, brother, I'll leave it to you."
The boy is naturally passionate, but growing up in this chaotic world, he is not a fool who doesn't understand anything.The other party didn't kill him with a single shot, and he was still willing to 'compensate', so he, Bolkin, was not an ignorant person.
What's more, for the teenagers in the garbage disposal area, joining a certain 'family' is also a way to get out of trouble.
Bang!
Facing the two little boys who were younger than him, the boy knelt down on one knee and lowered his head.
"Two big brothers, from now on."
"My life is yours!"
In the garbage disposal area of Spidamaluz Town, 50 beli can break anyone's hands and feet, and [-] beli can buy any life.
Attention, it is anyone’s life!
The saying that life is priceless is just a beautiful slogan in any world.
Even in Rossi's previous life, the dignified President of America could "open his mind" on the street. The mayor of Bangzi was "shot seven times in the back and was judged to have committed suicide." The various "accidents" caused by dump trucks every year were even more so. Too many to count.
As for the world of One Piece, human life is directly 'priced': the amount of the wanted order is proof of the strong.
As for the lives of the weak, they are worthless!
"Welcome aboard, Bolkin."
After speaking, Rossi turned to look at Dover, and Dover also remembered Rossi's plan to recruit people.
"Let's go, you will be our 'Don Quixote Family' from now on."
Under the unbearable gazes of the middle-aged and elderly people, the young man stood up and led the way, preparing to go to the residence of the 'Four Colors Family' with Rosie and Dover, as if this was a farewell.
"I said, don't make the atmosphere so depressing."
Before setting off, Rossi turned to look at the middle-aged man holding his nephew's "life money."
"What we need are guides, not cannon fodder and combatants. If you have time to grieve, why not clean up your house? We will be back for dinner later."
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