Pirate’s Brood Order

another me?

The moonlight slanted to the floor through the window to reflect a faint silver light, and the sound of footsteps echoed gently in the room, just like two colums looking at a mirror in a dark room, sitting and standing in contrast to each other With a weird smile on his mouth, the scene was a little scary.

"You don't have to pretend to be me every time you enter this base, right?" Even though he knew that the face on the other side was fake, Corum still felt a little nervous.

"This is the most convenient." Even the voice and demeanor are exactly the same answer.

Collum had never seen the real face of the other party. He unconsciously moved his eyes away from "his" face, pointed to the report and transfer order on the table, and said, "The headquarters may have noticed some problems, so we have to Swap a colonel from the East China Sea with me, here is the colonel's information."

"Yarlin!" Standing, Corum picked up the report and turned the pages. A name popped into his eyes. He moved his gaze to a frontal half-length photo next to him. The expression is grim, especially the pair of eyes are particularly special, like two pupils overlapped strangely to form a strange imaginary circle, "Donghai, Navy 153 branch, superhuman devil fruit ability user, fruit ability tentative judgment In order to manipulate the black thread..."

"This is really bad news, I will bring the news back to the president." After briefly scanning the report, he rolled it up and stuffed it into his pocket to hide.

After taking a sip of the wine, Korum, who was sitting on the sofa, showed a tyrannical look on his face, he crushed the wine bottle and exploded it with five fingers, and the wine splashed through his wide fingers, "Kill him! "

"What?"

"I said to kill this Colonel Yarlin, create the illusion of a pirate attack or other accidents, as long as he is dead, I can continue to stay and station in Alabasta, and you probably don't want another stranger Captain of the Navy."

"I will convey your request back together."

"We have been working together very happily, and we will definitely have a happy cooperation in the future, but if we change someone, we may not be able to maintain this situation." Corum shook off the glass shards on his palm, and he stood up Standing in front of the fake Corum, he said word by word: "Kill it! He!"

"I will convey your request back intact, including the tone and demeanor." Fake Corum lightly pinched his mutilated right ear, pushed the door and left.

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A series of small footprints stepped on the desert, rolling up a cloud of smoke and dust behind it. This is a fast-running keroo duck, with a water jug ​​hanging around its neck, drinking from time to time, and carrying an army green duck on its back. satchel.

In the distance, behind a buried building in the desert where only the ruins were exposed, a figure stood waving gently at Kelu Duck, and the Kelu Duck quacked twice as if it had been injected with chicken blood Sprint over.

"Thank you for your hard work, run fast."

She wore a slender skirt, and her face was surrounded by a silk scarf, revealing only a pair of bright eyes. She knelt down and took out a sealed letterhead from the satchel on Kelu Duck's body.

Opening the letter, there was a short note inside. After scanning it twice, her breathing became slightly short of breath, and then she quickly regained her composure. She took out a match and lit the letter to ashes.

She stroked Kelu Duck's feathers, took out an iron pot filled with water and replaced it with Kelu Duck, and then quickly walked towards the sand and dust. Surrounded by earth walls surrounded by wind and sand in the distance, she squatted down The body fumbled at the base of a wall, and then pulled up a buried iron ring. The iron ring was hooked to a rusty iron plate, revealing the hidden space below.

This is a hidden place in the Baroque studio, as there are many places in Alabasta, either hidden or disguised.

The staircase extending downward from the underground entrance looks like it is leading to the esophagus of a monster. The wall next to it is very rough, and the visibility is dim. Only a faint light comes from the innermost part, and there are faint words voice, but I can't hear it clearly.

Turning to the exit of the stairs, a middle-aged man with strange curly hair came into view. Circles of wavy curly hair hung on both sides of his shoulders. His expression seemed a little stiff, and his expression didn't ease until he saw people coming down the stairs. open.

"Mr.8, you are acting too nervous, you need to relax more." Unbuttoning the scarf revealed an unusually beautiful and youthful face under her smooth aqua-blue hair, her eyes flicked to Mr.8 Looking inside, there are some figures walking around in the shadow of the dim light, occasionally glanced over and quickly looked away.

These are some middle-level agents of the Baroque studio. They came to this gathering place to receive the tasks arranged by the above, or to inquire and communicate some information in private.

"Miss. Wednesday, I just showed a constipated appearance, no one will suspect anything." Mr. 8 looked over with a hint of love hidden in his eyes, and he whispered: "I heard rumors in the room, Some time ago, there seemed to be a problem with the operation of a senior spy."

"What rumor?" Miss. Wednesday seemed a little absent-minded, she was still digesting the news that was delivered in the letter just now.

"The specific content of the operation is unclear, but what is certain is that Mr.3 and Mr.5 seem to have lost contact during that operation, and no report has been passed back to the studio." Mr.8 glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention Coming over, the voice was lowered and said: "After carefully analyzing all the rumors I heard, I feel that their actions may have some connection with dancing fans."

"Is it related to dancing fans?" Miss. Wednesday was stunned for a moment, and then her tone became tense and serious: "I finally found information that Baroque Studios may be related to dancing fans, are you sure?"

"There is a very high probability. However, it is difficult to continue to inquire. Those who know some inside information are all senior agents, and their tone is very strict." Mr. 8 frowned, "But I heard a name, Longshi Trading Company .”

"Longshi Trading Company?"

"That's right, it seems to be a trading company established by merchants from the East China Sea." Mr.8 replied.

The slender eyebrows twitched slightly, and Miss. Wednesday's eyes were a little strange, "The news I just received has something to do with Donghai."

However, she was only slightly surprised, and didn't care too much. It was just a coincidence. After thinking for a moment, she said firmly to Mr. 8: "We have to find a way to go to the East China Sea and investigate Longshi Trading Company. , even if there is only a little clue, the people of Alabasta will soon be unable to hold on."