People are pirates, start with a Nika fruit

The host took Porusalino and the two siblings out of the bubble pod, found an unattended ship, and sailed directly towards the Shampoo Islands.

After getting on the boat, the atmosphere gradually became depressing.

Porusalino sat on the side of the boat, his expression sometimes gloomy and sometimes ferocious, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The two siblings were also sitting in the corner of the deck, with the elder sister constantly whispering to comfort the younger brother.

The three of them had just escaped from the dark prison cell. The joy of surviving the disaster and the confusion about the future were intertwined, and they were a little at a loss.

"well--"

The host's face wrinkled up, and he sighed softly. He didn't say much, turned around and walked towards the cabin, and took out two phone bugs, one white and one black, one of which was specially used for encryption.

, to prevent the call content from being eavesdropped.

They, a group of intelligence agents who live in the shadows, must keep their identities completely confidential. Once discovered, many things will no longer be able to be explored.

Just like last time, in order to protect Faith, the rich man's identity was exposed, and now he can only move around in the new world.

And this time, in order to escape, his identity was exposed.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. After a while, he adjusted his mood and dialed the phone number.

…

Half an hour later, the host walked out of the cabin and sat next to Porusalino.

He took out a freshly opened pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his coat, put one in his mouth, and then reached out and handed one to Porusalino.

"Brother, have one!"

He waved his hand, signaling Porusalino to continue.

"I don't smoke, brother host." Porusalino shook his head with a wry smile, feeling that his mind was in chaos and he didn't know what to do.

"Come on, have one. Cigarettes are a good thing and can make you forget a lot of worries."

There was some indescribable emotion in the host's tone. He turned the cigarette around and stuffed the cigarette butt into Porusalino's mouth. He blocked the wind with his hand, took out a lighter and lit it for himself, and then lit it for Porusalino.

Light.

"call--"

He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked a little intoxicated. After a while, he continued:

"When I first started working as a spy, I was under a lot of psychological pressure. I was like a rat in the sewer, hiding around, afraid that I would be discovered by the guys from the CP organization."

"So I became addicted to smoking. Every time I have to perform a mission and obtain information, I will smoke one."

The host's eyes were a little blurry, as if he was remembering the years when he first entered the industry, and his face was full of reminiscences, "I am just a little person. I am afraid, fearful, cowardly, and I will try every means to escape."

"Later I couldn't do it anymore, and I started to become a small boss. I had a group of people following me. I couldn't show my nervousness. That would make them even more scared."

"You also know that we are against the world government."

"Not everyone can be like Vice Captain Fes, who has the strength to kill in the Holy Land Mariejoia. Most of the brothers are ordinary people. They will be injured, bleed, and die if they are shot."

"But there are some things that must be done. If I don't do it, who will do it? Who dares to go to Marinevando to inquire about information? Who dares to go to Mariejoia to steal information about the Dracos?"

He no longer looked like he was laughing and joking, his tone was low, he reached out to flick the ashes of his cigarette, turned to look at Porusalino and asked: "What about you? What do you want?"

"call--"

Porusalino kept looking at him blankly. When he heard this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath of cigarette, and then coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

After a while, he wiped the tears and snot from his eyes, held his forehead with one hand, and said with some pain: "I don't know either!"

"At first I thought that after staying at home for a few years, I would go to a nearby naval base to participate in the military recruitment, work as a junior officer, clock out on time every day, and live a carefree life."

"But the appearance of those people disrupted my life."

"I don't know why it's me!"

Porusalino recalled that day when he was sitting on the doorstep eating noodles, and suddenly a group of men in suits and masks rushed over to arrest him.

At first, he used his fruit power to fight for a while, and even injured a few black suits, but then a white suit took action and directly put sea-floor stone handcuffs on himself.

It wasn't until then that he discovered that the fruit power he relied on for survival had lost its effect. Then men in suits and masks swarmed him, severely injured him, and sent him to the Holy Land Marie Joa.

He originally thought that his life was not long, but he knew that the world government suddenly changed its attention and even branded himself with the hoofprint of the Sky Dragon, making him a slave of the Celestial Dragon.

Later, I happened to meet the woman who was choosing a slave. She heard that she was a natural fruit ability user, so she took possession of him.

Speaking of this, Porusalino shed painful tears. He was just a sixteen-year-old boy, how could he bear so much.

After listening to so much, the host didn't know what to say, so he patted Porusalino on the shoulder to express comfort, and finally asked slowly:

"Then you hate Vice Captain Face?"

After a while, Porusalino reached out and wiped his tears, thought for a while, and then replied: "I can't tell if it's hate or something else."

"Because of that guy, I fell into hell, and it was he who pulled me up from hell. I hate him, but I also admire his magnanimity and magnanimity, because I know that just now, as long as he wanted to kill me

if……"

He looked back at the host and said without any emotion: "You will kill me without hesitation."

"Well..."

The host was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly and said, "That's for sure. After all, that guy is my vice-captain and also my companion."

"Companion?"

Porusalino chewed carefully for a moment, and finally his eyes slowly became firm and he said: "I have decided!"

"I want to join you! Until one day, I will have the power to defeat that guy. Then I will give him a good beating and let out a bad breath!"

After all, he has a young mind, and sorrow comes and goes quickly, and he came out of the haze in a short time.

"Hahaha!" The host couldn't help laughing when he heard this. Finally, under Porusalino's murderous eyes, he sneered and said: "Then you have to work hard, after all, Vice Captain Fes

, but I’m only one year older than you!”

The ship kept moving forward and soon arrived at Area 13 of the Chambord Islands.

The host took Porusalino and the two siblings off the boat and came to a small wooden house with a sign "Xia Qi's rip-off BAR" hanging above it.

"Here we are, this is the shop owned by my former eldest sister. I often come here to patronize the business. Although she likes to rip off people, she is still a very nice person!"

As he pushed the door open, he smiled and turned around to introduce the three people behind him. Then he turned around and saw more than ten figures staring at him. He broke out in cold sweat and murmured: "What the hell?"

Yes, why are the Roger Pirates here!"