days in the world of pirates

In the tavern of Old York, the fishermen who were already in a state of excitement returned to their residence drunkenly.

All it takes now is the last fuse, and this undercurrent of the city will completely explode.

It is difficult to predict what changes will occur by then.

The burly man Damon also walked out of the door of the tavern drunkenly, and soon two young-looking fishermen also walked out of the door of the tavern.

The three of them seemed to have no intersection. They each walked their own paths. After they were far away from people's sight, they converged on the same road.

Passing through dark alleys, twisting and turning, one after another appeared at the door of an inconspicuous tavern.

The hand knocked rhythmically on the dilapidated door, and a thin man opened the door and let people in.

After walking through the long downward passage, a huge space tavern with a cave inside appears in front of you.

There are already two or three people like Damon appearing here.

After Damon appeared, he said hello to a few familiar people and walked to the bar in a familiar manner.

Inside the bar was a man with a fair face and no beard. His smooth golden hair was combed back. He was wearing a clean dress, as if he was attending a cocktail party.

No matter how you dress or look, they don't match this place.

At first glance, you will think that this is a very delicate man.

The man looks to be less than thirty years old, and his height is only 1.9 meters.

But Damon, who was nearly three meters tall, seemed cautious in front of him. Damon lowered his height in front of the counter.

Half lying on the counter, Damon no longer looked like he was about to get drunk before, and said respectfully: "Captain, the matter has been settled, we just need to have a good show in the afternoon."

"Oh, well done!"

The man's voice was soft and had a unique and reassuring charm.

He wiped the cup in his hand and nodded appreciatively.

"The dawn of freedom is about to shine here. How about a cup of Tequila Sunrise?"

Even though it was a question, my hands kept moving and started to coordinate.

The gentle-looking man's eyes and movements were focused, as if he had completed a great work.

The key is that wearing a tuxedo and bartending is originally a rather weird way, but the unexpected harmony in the man in front of you makes it feel like it should be like this.

I have to say that this guy called the captain has something.

Damon didn't dare to disturb him, and waited quietly for the man to place a cocktail with a warm color, like the color of the sunrise, on the counter.

"Thank you Captain!"

"Well, let's go down."

Damon bowed respectfully to this man who was younger than him before retreating with the wine in hand.

He joined the Cocktail Pirates six months ago. At that time, he was just a strong fisherman. Apart from fishing and drinking, he had no other activities every day.

It wasn't until this man appeared in front of him that he realized that there were other pursuits in life, instead of just waiting to die and being exploited all his life.

So he joined this pirate group without hesitation, even though this pirate group was not very famous in the new world.

But he always believed that Captain Lore would become famous in the sea one day.

Not only him, but all the pirates believe it.

Because they were all impressed by the captain's charm and joined the pirate group half a year ago.

As he slowly drank half a glass of wine, the wide tavern hall was already filled with people wearing various clothes.

The Gentle Captain Lore gently knocked on the counter, and the quiet sound attracted everyone's attention.

"Everyone, we have been making preparations for half a year, and today is our day of harvest. We have worked hard over the past six months."

He nodded gently and thanked the various pirates sitting there.

"Boss is too polite!"

"Whatever the captain said, this is what we should do."

"..."

The people sitting below expressed their disbelief, and it was obvious that they all respected this man.

Luo Er pressed his hands and the scene became quiet again.

"Now let's start arranging the operation. We have placed the weapons in designated locations. After the operation starts and we guide people to get the weapons, all of our people will gather except for those who need guidance."

"After the assembly is completed, each captain will take his or her own people and act according to the plan."

"Once we receive the signal to evacuate, we must all withdraw regardless of whether we have completed our respective tasks."

"I don't want my crew to suffer any losses."

"Do you understand everything?"

Below are a variety of mixed responses.

"Got it Captain!"

"Don't worry, boss, we won't take our lives for granted."

"What a heart-warming concern, boss, haha."

Luo Er waved his hand, and a clean and gentle voice sounded in the dim room: "Those who pursue their dreams will have good luck, so go ahead and I'll wait for your good news."

After everyone had left, the same voice echoed in the empty room.

"I don't know how many people will survive, but your sacrifice is worth it..."

The subsequent sounds gradually became inaudible, and if you listened carefully, it seemed like the whisper of a devil.

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The entrance gate of the G-3 Fortress opened, and a fleet of three warships led by Mawson passed through the gate one after another and stopped at the dock in the base.

After each return voyage, a logistics team will inspect the ship to ensure that there will be no problems on the next voyage.

During this time, Mawson began to officially carry out missions with the fleet.

Old Man Garp is sitting in the base, and he is taking the soldiers in the base out for patrol.

In fact, except for him as the commander, the soldiers in the fleet basically did not change much.

Although the New World is a shabby sieve, for naval fortresses, not every one really has endless pirates to catch and endless battles to fight.

Pirates are not fools, and fools cannot survive in the new world.

Even the powerful Yonko Pirates will not have any trouble with the navy.

Except for that lone lunatic who has crazy thoughts such as suicide.

No pirate will appear outside the naval fortress without any reason.

The first thing Moson is doing on patrol now is to familiarize himself with the specific routes. Unless you experience things like sailing firsthand, you will never know what you will encounter on the sea.

Not to mention the new world where the magnetic field is extremely unstable.

This sea area is now your own territory, so of course you need to get familiar with it first.

After all, no one knows how long they will stay at the base in the future.

"Your Excellency Major General, Lieutenant General Garp would like you to come to his office."

The messenger sent a message.

"Okay, I'll be there right away!"

In the base director's office, Mo Sen's figure just appeared at the door.

The voice of old man Garp came over: "Boy Moson, come here quickly, there is a riot in the Kingdom of Scandinavia, and I have just come to ask for help information."