days in the world of pirates

Sisto training camp.

The CPO boat was a step faster than expected, and it took just over an hour to arrive at the dock of this unknown island.

There was no red tape. The masked man got straight to the point and got to the point after getting off the boat.

"Where is the person I want to take away this time?"

His tall figure and mask and white robe have made many people here admire him. It is a wishful thinking for them to want to meet such a big man.

If I could talk to such a big shot...

But it was obvious that the masked man had no intention of staying, and even felt a little impatient to leave as soon as possible.

I don’t know if it’s Sisto’s illusion.

"Sir, Rodson is inside the base..."

Before Sisto finished speaking, he was interrupted by the masked man, who didn't even show politeness.

He didn't take the former CPO's subordinate into consideration at all: "Okay, you go and bring the person out. I have no interest in knowing who he is, and I don't have the time to stay here."

"this?"

"What, Sisto, what do you think?" The masked man's voice became a little cold.

"I don't dare, my lord. I'm sorry, I'm going to call someone right now."

Sisto was sweating so much that he could no longer maintain the calm face he pretended to have in the past. After apologizing, he went back to the training base to bring the people out.

This adult was obviously in a bad mood. He originally wanted to talk to this adult about old times, but now it seems that if he did, he might be able to tell the story first.

Soon, a young man with a somewhat excited expression followed Sisko out. Even though he tried his best to keep himself calm, it didn't seem to have much effect.

He is over three meters tall and looks burly and strong. He is not an assassin. He is very talented in the Six Forms. He is the only person in the Sisto training camp who has been directly recruited into the CPO in recent years.

Unfortunately, the masked man didn't even look at him, leaving the young man with a smile on his face.

Seeing the person being brought, the masked man said directly: "Let's go, you will be the CPO from today on."

After saying that, he turned around and headed towards the huge CP-marked warship at the dock, leaving behind a group of people in the training camp looking at each other.

The young man smiled awkwardly. Monk Zhanger was a little confused and didn't know where he had offended this adult.

He stayed where he was, somewhat bewildered.

It was Sisto who reminded him: "Rodson, hurry up and follow me. Sir, you may have something important to do today and you can't delay. You should be smarter in the future and don't lose the face of the training camp."

Rhodeson felt a little relieved now, and before he had time to say anything, he quickly walked a few steps to catch up with the tall figure in front of him.

It seems that this gentleman is not in a very good mood today. If you don't want to be provoked by him again, then your future in the CPO can already be imagined.

All the people on the ship remained silent. After Rhodeson came aboard, they turned the rudder, raised the sails, and sailed straight away from the island.

The entire journey only lasted for less than a quarter of an hour, and the efficiency was astounding.

The huge ship quickly disappeared.

On the shore, the crowd began to whisper.

"Is this the CPO's? Their behavior is indeed different from ours."

"More than that, this gentleman's aura scared me so much that I didn't dare to say a word. Today I finally understand the demeanor of these great people."

"Tsk, tsk, this kid Roderson is really lucky. He was directly selected into the CPO. He is destined to prosper in the future."

Sisto frowned. Listening to these people's discussion, the tone of that adult just came to mind for some reason. No matter how he recalled it, he felt a little panicked.

Putting this thought out of his mind, he said in a deep voice: "Okay, that's it for today. No further discussion is allowed. Next, you can brainstorm and think about future training. I am very dissatisfied with this batch of graduates.

, I don’t hope this will happen again in the next term.”

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the island returned to its previous state.

However, after being trained, all the instructors turned their anger on the students in the training camp, and they had to endure it.

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Zhou Shuren once said: A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years.

Mo Sen remembered that his grudge lasted for about 7 or 8 years. If you round up, a hundred years would not be too much, right?

In this way, he felt that he was ten times more of a gentleman.

In other words, one person is equal to about ten gentlemen, uh, how should I call this, a king? Forget it, these are all details, there is no need to worry so much.

To be able to keep an enemy alive for so many years, just think about it and you will know what a great sentiment it is.

It's simply a blessing.

Mo Sen, who had delayed his preparation until this moment, thought that the other party would also feel that he was completely devoted and be grateful to him...right?

The place where Mawson was located was a deserted island. After he received the information, he rushed over on a flying fish, ready to wait and see.

He has been thinking about this matter for several years. In the past, the timing was always unlucky, but now he finally got the opportunity.

From the first time he met him in the Devil's Triangle, he was almost kidnapped and made a slave of some trash. After that, he even had a conflict with Vincent, not to mention the things that the other person did afterwards.

Speaking of which, besides the dead porcupine, this was the person Mawson wanted to kill the most when he came to this world.

The flames danced, and the reflection in Mo Sen's black pupils looked a little blurry.

Above the bonfire, an unknown beast was roasted by the flames on a shelf.

The brown grease dripping into the flames made a hissing sound, making the flames jump very high, and the aroma filled your nostrils.

Mawson held a wooden stick in his hand and turned it from time to time so that the barbecue could be heated evenly. At this time, the aroma of the meat was mixed with the fresh wild vegetables and delicious tree mushrooms that Mawson stuffed into the animal's belly, and even the head of the guide bird next to it.

They all turned towards the direction of the flames.

Next to Mawson are several fresh coconuts that have just been picked, three of which have been opened. He, the old demon, and the two guide birds each have one in front of them.

With the help of such a creature as the guide bird, Mawson's travel became much more convenient.

Like when he went out before, the special magnetic field of the Grand Line made the ordinary compass useless. Every time he went out, he would always carry several permanent pointers to locate where he was.

Otherwise, you may lose your direction at sea.

Now that he has a guide bird, he can just bring a chart and a permanent pointer to the place he needs to go.

I don’t know how much trouble and time I save.

The meat was cooked quickly. The old demon usually only likes to drink fresh drinks or wine, and is not interested in barbecue at all. Moson cut off a piece and added some wild vegetables and mushrooms and placed it in front of the guide bird, and each bird started to feast on it.

The guide bird actually doesn't eat much, most of it goes into Mawson's stomach.

After taking a big bite of barbecue, fresh wild vegetables, delicious mushrooms, and fresh and fragrant coconut juice, Mo Sen almost forgot that he had to kill someone later.

He is waiting.

Not only waiting for the ship to arrive, but also waiting for night to fall.

Based on intelligence and nautical charts, Mawson carefully calculated that the vicinity of the desert island here is a must-pass route for ships.

Of course, there will definitely be deviations on the sea, which is not surprising.

Therefore, Mo Sen is prepared for everything from sea to sea and air.

The old demon will patrol the sky later, flying fish are swimming in the sea, and Mo Sen...he will be responsible for waiting for news on the island.

Well, the division of labor is very clear!

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As the sun continues to set in the west, the incandescent light becomes softer and softer, turning from white to golden, and finally turns into a big orange-red ball. The red light shines down and makes the blue and ink sea surface turn red.

I don't know when a few clouds flew up from the sky. They turned yellow at first, but as the sun slowly set, those clouds suddenly turned blood red.

Even the sky in the distance is like this.

The setting sun is like blood, but I don’t know what it means!

The ship with a huge gray-white hull is also glowing red by the red light. The sunset on the sea is always so spectacular, but people who have long been accustomed to this scene don't actually feel much.

In this world where the sea accounts for 90% of the area, all kinds of beautiful scenery on the sea are subconsciously ignored because they are commonplace.

It’s no longer fresh!

"How long until we can return to the Holy Land?"

The lights have been turned on in the cabin, and a low voice comes from under the strange mask. Even though the lights are bright, there is still a strange and eerie feeling.

"Sir, we are very lucky. It has been smooth sailing all the way. We have sailed one-third of the way to the desert island in front of us. We expect to arrive at the Holy Land by the triangle current at noon the day after tomorrow, which is earlier than the originally estimated time.

Nearly half a day.”

A man in a black suit replied in a low voice. As an old man who has been with this gentleman for a long time, he knew how to answer to satisfy this gentleman.

Sure enough, the masked man nodded, and his voice sounded much more comfortable than before: "Very good, go ahead and give the order, and don't slack off at night. I will reward you when you return to the Holy Land."

"Thank you, sir!"

There was a smile on the face of the man in a suit and sunglasses. He did not retreat, but whispered: "Sir, dinner is ready. Should we continue to deliver it to you here, or should you go to the restaurant to eat it?"

"Let's go to the restaurant, where we can get some fresh air."

The masked man stood up and prepared to walk out.

The restaurant is located by the window on the second floor of the cabin. It is a separate restaurant, not in the same place as other restaurants, and has one of the best locations on the entire ship.

This is exclusive to him.

There is a clear hierarchy, but no one thinks there is anything wrong.

As the masked man arrived, the chef brought all the prepared meals to the table and quietly retreated.

He was the only one left in this exquisite restaurant.

The mask was taken off, revealing a face that seemed to have no features. One of the top executives of the CPO was not in a hurry to eat. He first poured himself a glass of red wine and shook it in his hand while looking out the window.

This window was at an angle of 30 degrees to the setting sun. From where he sat, he could have an unobstructed view of the entire scenery.

He raised the wine glass in his hand towards the sunset, made a gesture of clinking glasses, raised his head and drank the bright red wine in one gulp.

The goblet in his hand was like a toy that was one size smaller. When he put the glass on the table and was about to pour the wine, his movements suddenly stopped, and then his expression changed drastically.

Picking up the mask placed aside and clasping it on his face, he looked towards the entrance of the restaurant and saw a figure walking in from the outside.

He was wearing an off-white suit with a floral shirt underneath, a dark bow tie at the collar, and a long expensive knife slung at his waist.

Her face is perfect and delicate, and her expression is calm and relaxed, as if she completely regards this place as her own home.

He walked in, met the masked man's eyes, and grinned, his eight white jade teeth reflecting the light of jade.

The clear voice comes out and is clearly audible.

"I heard that you have a big head. It is naturally long, just like a staff. If you don't tighten it, it will hurt your heart. It happens to be dusk and I will take advantage of the setting sun to get it. You are short-sighted and will not let me go back and forth in vain."

"Does this gentleman think so?"