A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

The atmosphere in the bar at midnight is sleepy.

Alger sat in front of the bar, tasting the glass of rye one sip at a time, silent.

During this period, several drunkards and women engaged in special service industries came to chat with him, but he glared away with his cold and frightening eyes.

Time passed little by little.

Alger was a little anxious, "Why aren't you here yet? I'm afraid something happened..."

At this moment, the bartender who was busy wiping the glasses seemed to have received some signal. He made a movement with his hands and quietly approached Algier.

"This gentleman," he said with blurred eyes, "please come with me."

Alger frowned.

Just as he was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of the tarot cards that appeared in the bartender's breast pocket at some point.

--'The wheel of fate'.

Alger's heart trembled, and his mouth suddenly felt a little dry.

Nodding, he drank the glass of rye that had become warm, picked up his hat, and followed the bartender to a secret private room.

At the door, Alger took a deep breath and seemed to be considering what attitude to use to face the person who was about to appear.

Squeak——

The door is wide open.

Alger walked into the private room with anxiety.

With the dim light sweeping across the room, he saw three people.

No.

To be precise, three people and one dog.

In the middle of the sofa, with his legs crossed, is a tall and straight young man with black hair. He looks young, has a dignified appearance, and is handsome.

On the left side of the sofa, the fair-skinned, beautiful, blond and extremely dignified lady was casting an undisguised curious gaze with her emerald-like eyes.

On the right side of the sofa, the young man who exudes a booklike atmosphere appears much more restrained, quiet and as if he is transparent.

Alger coughed lightly.

Was about to speak.

The black-haired young man in the middle said first: "Alger Wilson?"

Alger was stunned for a moment and nodded.

The black-haired young man raised his lips and said, "I am Jon, Jon Joestar."

The eldest lady and the bookish young man also spoke.

"Audrey Hall."

"Cline Moretti."

To be honest, this kind of behavior of handing over to the boss is very unwise for extraordinary people.

But at the same time, it also greatly deepened the relationship between them.

Alger knew that he had nothing to hide, especially in front of a high-sequence extraordinary person, so he took the initiative to introduce himself, "I am the captain of the 'Blue Avenger', and at the same time, I am also a member of the Church of Storms placed at sea. The chess piece is now Sequence 7, Navigator."

Identity, strength.

These are Alger's sincerity.

Jon smiled and said: "Miss Audrey has just been promoted to Sequence 8. Her pets are also of the same strength. Klein is also Sequence 8... They will give you some help in this operation."

Alger understood and told everything he had prepared before.

"Before the action begins, I need to remind you that although Qilingos only has the strength of Sequence 6, the extraordinary item in his hand, 'Creeping Hunger', allows him to use the power of extraordinary people from different channels. "

"These abilities include but are not limited to 'making the target crazy', 'can enter the dreams of others', 'summon light to purify the undead', 'enhance yourself with singing', and 'change into the appearance of different people'."

"He was originally just a wind-blessed person with good abilities in the fields of wind, water, and weather. But with the help of 'Creeping Hunger', ordinary Sequence 5 may not be able to work on him without preparation. How much advantage do you get?"

At this time, Jon smiled and said, "It sounds like the 'Creeping Hunger' should be a magical item with the extraordinary characteristics of a shepherd."

Facing those curious eyes, he explained: "'Shepherd' is Sequence 5 of the Secret Prayer Path. The extraordinary ability of this profession can devour other people's souls into the body, and use special methods to drive these souls, using corresponding The ability to shepherd lambs for the gods.”

Klein blinked.

Why do you feel that except for yourself, the abilities of other extraordinary paths are unparalleled?

And when it comes to ‘secret prayers’, isn’t that the path of God controlled by the ‘True Creator’?

Could this 'Vice Admiral Hurricane' be the Aurora Club's hidden line at sea?

Not only Klein thought of this.

Audrey also thought of other things worriedly.

Through Fors, she successfully joined a small circle of Beyonders in Backlund.

There, Audrey met a man who called himself Mr. A, and learned from Jon that the Aurora Society used letters as their code names.

Therefore, Mr. A is likely to be one of the leaders of the Aurora Society.

Now, when talking about the 'Secret Prayer' again, Audrey felt more and more that the Aurora Society was behind the landing of 'Vice Admiral Hurricane'!

Aurora Society (×)

Jiguohui()

Jon never imagined that his casual 'popular science' would make his little brother and sister think so much.

After pondering for a moment, Alger continued: "Now it is certain that Qilingos is in the dock area, but further investigation is needed to narrow down the scope."

"Leave this matter to me." Jon scratched his eyebrows, "Although I won't take action personally, this is at least the first joint action of our Tarot Society. You are responsible for killing people, and I am responsible for cleaning up the aftermath of these people. "

stable--

There is a high-sequence extraordinary person who is better than anything else.

Alger suddenly became a little excited.

He, Alger Wilson, is no longer a man without a backstage!

"Then, let's discuss the tactics in advance. I hope you can tell me about your respective abilities and the extraordinary items you hold." Alger looked at Audrey and Klein and said word by word.

"I only have some auxiliary abilities that allow me to deeply observe the target's aura and status. As for frontal combat methods, I have almost no means." Audrey was a little embarrassed.

This is the audience path. Before they reach Sequence 7 ‘psychiatrist’, their bodies are almost the same as ordinary people.

Perhaps because she felt that this was too superficial, Audrey added: "I have read a lot of books on psychology recently, and I know some effective hints, which should be able to help."

Susie: Woof!

"Okay." Alger said nothing more.

Miss Justice's value does not lie in her fighting ability, but in her net worth.

This is a wealthy man from the Tarot Society. It is better not to offend him as much as possible.

Then, Klein said in a deep voice: "I am better at technical fighting, my body coordination is different from ordinary people, I have outstanding agility and speed, and I have pretty good strength."

emmm, this sounds a bit reasonable.

Alger couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Although there were three Sequence 8s on their side, Audrey and the dog could hardly help (he didn't think the so-called psychological suggestions would work on a Sequence 6 big pirate).

The only person he could rely on was the slightly bookish Klein Moretti in front of him.

Alas, we need to plan carefully.

In front of Mr. Destiny, he can't act too incompetent...

Alger subconsciously pulled the button with his hand, a look of solemnity appearing between his brows.

If it doesn't work, I have to use 'that thing'.

…

…

When are people most relaxed?

The answer is, dawn, two hours before the sun rises.

They say the early bird catches the worm, and the same is true for early risers.

Zillinges wandered the docks, looking for drunken sailors and homeless people.

——'Creeping Hunger' Although its ability is extraordinarily powerful, its side effects are also quite obvious. It must be satisfied every other day with the soul and flesh of a living human being, otherwise it will take its own master instead.

Zillinges felt like he had a cat that was extremely difficult to maintain.

If you are not satisfied, the other party will lose his temper.

Feeling the delicate squirming on the back of his hand, Qilingos said half helplessly and half dotingly: "Don't worry, you will get what you want soon."

After hearing this, the 'squirming hunger' gradually calmed down.

Qilingos shook his head and looked around.

Not sure if it was his imagination, but he always felt that the dock area today was different from ever before.

But he couldn't tell exactly what was different.

Those weird decorations and abrupt colors made him inexplicably irritated.

And the golden retriever dog following behind...

Forget it, I should be overthinking myself.

Zillinges clutched his chest.

This feeling is not the mania when playing the role of the 'Wind Blessed One', but the feeling of being upset and having a kind of uncontrollable anger.

Just then, a person walked towards me.

Wearing a hat and half-coat, he looked very slovenly.

Obviously, this is a drunkard who came back from nowhere.

Qilingos's eyes lit up.

It’s him!

"Hey, bro." He changed his appearance a little.

The 'drunkard' looked up.

Um.

He has a unique wide chin, brown hair tied into an ancient warrior bun on the back of his head, and dark green eyes that seem to be smiling, but extremely cold.

That's right.

It's Zillinges!

"What for?" Klein asked.

Because of the 'Joker' ability, he can control his expression very well.

Qilingos was so eager to 'feed the cat' that for a moment, he didn't notice the other party's disguise.

He smiled, "It's nothing, I just think you and I are compatible."

While speaking, he calmly put his hand on Klein's shoulder.

Klein's heart was beating wildly.

coming.

It's...the right hand!

It's too late, it's fast.

The confused look on Klein's face disappeared.

Instead, there was determination and firmness.

Zillinges' warning of spiritual madness.

But it was already too late.

In front of the 'Hurricane Lieutenant General', the Nighthawks rookie took out the extraordinary item hidden under his arm at lightning speed, a shining silver revolver!

‘Thunder’, this pistol captured from the wild Extraordinary in Tingen exerted its maximum power.

boom! boom! boom!

All six bullets struck Zillinges in the wrist.

And two bullets were very lucky to have the 'paralysis' effect.

But there was not much joy in Klein's heart.

"Isn't it? Are you going to fight like this?"

Klein, who wanted to achieve success in one fell swoop, felt extremely regretful.

Extraordinaries who are at Sequence 6 of the Sailor Path must have strengthened their physical fitness.

If it were an ordinary person...

No time to think too much.

After Klein succeeded in the sneak attack, he turned around and ran away.

Following the previously planned route, he went directly into an alley.

Qilinges hadn't suffered such a secret loss in many years.

Once his temper got the better of him, he stopped caring and chased after him while covering his injured wrist.

"Maybe I should get the soul of an Aurora madman," Zillingas thought to himself.

Those who control flesh and blood can best save their lives, and they can recover from minor injuries in a short time.

He was so disturbed that he didn't notice that the 'Creepy Hunger''s attitude towards Klein was quite strange.

Too honest to be true...

Chase into the alley.

Zillinges sensed something was wrong.

Because he saw a familiar figure at the end of the alley.

"Alger?" Qilingos covered his wrist and said in surprise: "Why is it you!"

Alger didn't want to talk nonsense with Qilingos at all. He gritted his teeth and directly crushed the 'time platinum' he had spent a lot of money on from Jon.

Of course, he didn't forget the motivating words.

"Smash Varudo!"

It is said that this is an ancient spell that can leverage the power of time.

Buzz.

Suddenly, the surroundings became as stagnant as water.

During the still time, Alger didn't dare to waste a single second. He picked up a short knife that shone with blue light and rushed to Qilingos at the fastest speed in his life.

When the sword falls, time stops.

Qilingos felt his eyes blurred.

The next second, there was a sharp pain in the wrist.

Before he could react, Alger struck again.

This time, Qilingos came to his senses.

As a pirate.

And he is a famous pirate.

Zillinges is no showman.

Gritting his teeth and summoning the hurricane protection, Alger's blade suddenly stagnated.

"go to hell."

There are so many old times to talk about.

With red eyes, Qilingos slashed out a wind blade with one arm.

Alger took advantage of the situation and dodged, narrowly escaping Qilingos' counterattack.

Qilingos was slightly startled.

His movements slowed down...

Why?

Alger didn't answer him.

Instead, he stabbed the dagger directly into Qilingos's chest.

"Goodbye, brother..."

With a strong stir, the electric current from the short knife flowed from top to bottom of Qilingos's body, traveling through his limbs and bones.

‘Lieutenant General Hurricane’ fell like this!

After repeatedly confirming that Qilingos was out of breath, Alger picked up the severed hand and hurried out of the alley.

It's a waste of time to say it, but in fact, the time it took from the moment Klein lured Qilingos over to the time Alger used 'Time Platinum' to kill Qilingos with the force of thunder was less than a minute.

It’s not over yet.

After Alger left, Jon's figure appeared like a ghost.

He coughed lightly and said, "Leodro, come out and wash the floor."

boom!

Thunder suddenly arose out of thin air.

Slash at Qilingos's body.

Jon's figure flashed.

Before the thunder fell, he scattered a handful of tarot cards around, and then disappeared.

About seven or eight minutes later, Backlund's resident official Beyonder hurried over.

All he saw was the scorched black ground and the scattered tarot cards.

Incidentally.

The grumpy old pigeons closest to the dock area are the latest to arrive this time...