Chapter 268: The Ultimate Devil Fruit — Operation
"Joker, you want to rob your fellow thieves? Damn it, you bastard!"
On the island, a roar of shock and anger rang out.
Behind a trembling pirate stood thirty or forty of his crew, all clutching weapons or a tightly held box. They looked at Doflamingo in front of them with a mixture of fear and rage.
"Fuffuffuffuffu." A cold gleam flashed behind Doflamingo's tinted glasses as he sneered. "You simply picked up something you were never meant to have. Die."
The words had barely fallen when Doflamingo flicked his right hand.
Shlick.
A sound like slicing air echoed as invisible threads pierced the pirates' necks. Smooth incisions appeared before their heads toppled to the ground, rolling in the blood-soaked grass.
The metallic scent of blood spread swiftly.
Screams followed, and the chaos didn't last long.
An hour later.
Doflamingo, now splattered with blood, stepped onto the shore. Taking a towel handed over by one of his men, he wiped the blood from his face with calm indifference. Then he reached for the box Trebol passed to him and opened it.