I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

"But..."

"Don't ask anything! Leave this matter to us!!!" Aaron suddenly roared.

"Yes! Okay! I got it! No problem!" Xiao Ba's six arms gestured various gestures representing understanding and acceptance, and then quickly swam towards the exit of the sunken ship.

It wasn't until Xiao Ba was no longer seen that Croobi approached his elder brother: "Could it be that the navy told Xiao Ba on purpose?"

Ah Chiu, the archer murloc who had been on the second floor, also jumped down from a high place: "Needless to say, the navy must have told him on purpose that that idiot was used as a gun again."

Aaron suddenly sneered: "It seems that what the navy really wants to tell us is not [surrender], the information that Xiao Ba heard is the real purpose of the other party."

Crooby kept his arms folded, and he had triangular hard bone plates at his elbow joints. He looked at Aaron worriedly: "If what Xiaoba said is true, then what should we do? Ma Kuro just left not long ago, why don't we go after him?"

Aaron's face became more and more ugly. He looked at Crooby and said in a low voice: "Little Ba must be telling the truth. Although the navy is nothing, they didn't lie to us."

He pointed back to a closed hatch, which is the treasure storage room of their pirate group: "I was wondering why that kid Makulo came to contact me inexplicably, and left a I don’t know where the big box got the money from.”

"That damned bastard, are we going to let them go like this?" Ah Jiu was indignant.

Aaron laughed loudly: "Markulo and his gang wanted to use the money they got from selling our compatriots to hire us—to use us as gunmen, and the navy also wanted to borrow knives to kill people. How could I follow their wish."

———————————————————————————

One of the most prosperous ports on Fishman Island, Coral Hill, a building with the highest housing price was bought by this shipping company in the early years.

"I have already contacted Aaron and his group in Murloc Street according to your arrangement." The light yellow eel devourer sat carelessly on the sofa, looking at the two humans who cooperated with him in the dim room.

Although a human being was dressed gorgeously and wore a lot of jewelry, his fat belly and dull skin made him unable to wear the noble temperament he should have.

Hearing this, he raised his head: "How is the matter going, Markulo? Is the other party willing to cooperate with us?"

"Hahaha, sir, is there anything else that can't be done? Aaron made it clear that he intends to cooperate with us and clean up those idiot navy!" Markulo laughed, but recalled the big box. Bailey, he still feels a little sore.

The human pirate captain leaning against the door didn't listen to the idiot murloc's words at all. If he can rely on a few unpopular murloc pirates to be the candidate for the admiral of the navy headquarters, then he can single out beard!

The [debt collector] Bo Bin, who is fairly self-aware, never planned to use the murlocs to kill the navy from the very beginning. The real meaning of asking Aaron for help is to find a good scapegoat.

Bo Bin looked at his employer: "As long as Aaron and his gang are pushed ahead to block the guns, we can push the plundering of the murlocs and mermaids to them."

"That's right, we're just a [normal] shipping company." The businessman engaged in slave trading took out a small passport from his inner pocket, which was a gift from the Tianlong people of the Holy Land Mariejoa, as a token of respect for him. Career encouragement and support.

Although he did not confront the navy head-on, as long as the evidence of the crime can be cleared, the navy will have nothing to do with him.

This is also why he dared to take action against Sakaski. No matter how ruthless the other party was, he had to weigh the weight of these creators standing behind him, right?

The man who devoured the eel opened his mouth wide: "Actually, I could have done better, but I don't know which idiot exposed the information that I was born in Murloc Street, and let the navy enter Murloc Street to look for me in advance."

He still has a lot of trust in these generous human allies. When they finalized the plan to find Aaron, they concluded that the navy would not let it go.

"You were discovered by the navy?" The fat businessman lit a cigar and squinted at Markulo.

"When I returned to Murloc Street, I heard that there was a navy visit. I made a quick decision and found Aaron before that idiot octopus murloc who looked back every five steps." Makulo, who had no compatriots, was cruel laughed

He rolled his eyes and continued to talk about his "legendary" experience: "I also told Aaron casually that Xiaoba has betrayed Murloc Street and even led the navy to encircle and suppress him."

Now that I think about it, that murloc named Xiaoba has been killed by Aaron, right?

"Hahahahaha, you are decisive in killing, and what Wisdom Wushuang said is really my uncle!" Markulo clapped his hands and laughed, but he didn't notice the coldness in the eyes of the two humans in the room.

The pirate captain Bo Bin laughed and echoed, "That's right, a smart ally like you is really reliable."

"Well done, this is your reward, I will not treat my people badly." The human tycoon took out two bundles of thick Baileys from the desk drawer, and threw them to the murloc.

Markulo took his reward, habitually counted the amount and nodded in satisfaction: "Then I'll go to the bar to have a glass of wine first!"

The pirate leaning against the door moved out of the way with interest, and the murloc smiled greedily: "If you need my service in the future, just ask."

The businessman smiled all over his face: "Of course!"

Markulo went downstairs swaggeringly, thinking about whether to find a few wandering warblers to have fun tonight.

[Debt Collector] nodded towards his employer until he could no longer hear his footsteps.

In the already dark room, the expression on the businessman's face was even more difficult to see because of the smoke from the cigar.

"It seems that after this operation, we also need a new murloc friend."

Amidst the smog, the occasional red light from the tip of the unique cigar flickers in the dark room.

120. A fox is a canine

Lindeman is marking the area he is inspecting. Coral Hill is the number one port on Murloc Island.

Compared with the tepidity of other regions, this bustling port has always been an important landmark with dense people.

But no one would have thought that behind this prosperity, there is a criminal conspiracy of human trafficking hidden.

And what the fox needs to do is to mark and sort out the suspicious areas one by one according to the area street map he borrowed from Hai Wangjun.

According to the intelligence collected in the dark these days, all signs point to this legal and popular coated vehicle manufacturing company.

The collection of intelligence is Lindeman's old profession. When he was still serving under the ghost spider, he was already a good hand at collecting and sorting out intelligence.

It was this kind of meticulous and responsible attitude that made Ghost Spider, who had always regarded his subordinates as worthless, promote him as his deputy.

Now, although Lindeman is no longer under the jurisdiction of the ghost spider, this meticulous attitude has not changed at all, and it can even be said to have reached the point of being picky.

He stared intently at the information in his hand, comparing it to the corresponding location or mark on the map, or recording a few simple remarks.

Lindemann almost lay down on the desk with the map laid out, and the several school officers who stood aside to assist him held their breaths, not daring to disturb the fox at the moment.

"The location of this company's warehouse is a bit strange." Lindeman changed from his usual smile, and opened his squinted eyes slightly, his beautiful ice blue pupils were full of coldness.

"Could it be because of the architectural features of the Fishman Island that the warehouse is placed in a relatively remote location?" A school officer next to him didn't think too much about it. After all, the overall style design of the Fishman Island is incompatible with human culture very different.

Most of the buildings on Fishman Island are made of coral reefs and solid stones. The shapes of the buildings also have the unique style of Fishman Island. Shell shapes, seaweed shapes, and coral shapes are all the architectural styles favored by residents of Fishman Island.

Lindemann shook his head, the seasoned navy still keenly grasped an unusual taste. Fox also followed Ghost Spider and Sakasky to arrange the army around the scope of industrial land and commercial land.

Although Fishman Island has its own architectural features, the planning of these lands is similar to that of humans. In Lindeman's view, there are subtle unreasonable things in the private land and warehouses managed by the other party.

"Mark these warehouses first, especially the two slightly remote ones!" Lindeman did not dare to slack off, after all, this will involve the Navy's next action plan.

At present, although he and several school officials worked together to draw up a draft, it was as perfect as possible.

A senior colonel lowered his voice, and gently poked the officer who had just spoken with his elbow: "Hey, Lindemann is a Virgo, right?"

"That's right, he is different from ordinary people's analysis ability and likes to make plans. This guy is a perfectionist." The officers looked at the fox who was still analyzing problems as a mother-in-law, a little speechless.