Pirate’s Brood Order

Severe cold wind, rattling leaves falling on the moldy stone platform, Faulkner sat on the damp and cold stone platform, raising his binoculars to look towards the coast from time to time.

"Is that the ship?"

This is a remote island, the island where Faulkner and Yarlin agreed to meet. He is currently staying on a high platform on the island, which happens to be able to have a panoramic view of the coast. He suddenly got up and looked at an unknown ship. The conspicuous merchant ship slowly sailed in and docked on the beach.

He looked through the binoculars, there was no shadow of a person walking on the deck piled up with some sundries, and suddenly a strange figure came out of the cabin and was reflected in the binoculars.

That person is weird because his face is covered with weird green moss, the green moss is wet and wriggling like a living thing, and a layer of rust worms are looming back and forth between the green moss and pores.

"Is there moss growing on your face?"

Faulkner subconsciously turned his head to look at the stone platform sitting under his buttocks just now, his mouth opened into a nest shape, he saw the moss growing and splitting strangely, the stone platform covered with mold cracked and cracked, and a human figure made of moss squirmed and condensed emerge.

The green moss gathered together to form a man, who looked exactly like the person on the deck just now. Faulkner looked at the deep sunken eye sockets of the other party, and there was a strange ball of moss growing in the eye sockets, which seemed to be flickering and blooming.

"Colonel Yarlin invites you to come over!"

Faulkner suddenly turned his head to look at the boat, and there was clearly an identical figure standing there, also looking over here, the corners of his mouth covered with green moss seemed to be repeating the same shape of lips.

After half a quarter of an hour.

Faulkner looked up at Yarlin, who was standing at the bow of the ship and looked down. His feet were parked on the beach, five meters away from the bow. The closer he got to the ordinary merchant ship, the more instinctive he was. He felt a certain kind of dangerous aura, as if it was passing through the rough ship walls and dissipating in the air, as if there were countless terrifying monsters hiding behind the invisible ship walls, quietly breathing.

As an espionage officer who survives and walks in the dark shadows, Faulkner has a keen sense of danger. He met Yarlin's gaze, his throat was slightly dry and itchy, and he was secretly startled: "It's only been a while, just Has it grown to such a terrifying situation, just the sense of oppression in the eyes makes me feel like I am stepping on the edge of a cliff, and if I am not careful, I will lose my bones."

"Colonel Yarlin, I'm glad to see you're still alive." Faulkner is good at walking on steel knives. There are ups and downs in his heart but they don't show on the surface. The hypocritical smirk hangs on the old and wrinkled face even more. It looks shady.

"What is even more gratifying is that I brought a devil fruit." Yarlin spread his palm to reveal a dark fruit covered with strange and complicated patterns. It was still hard to stop the salivation and passion in Faulkner's eyes.

"It is indeed a fruit that is very suitable for espionage survival. I am really reluctant to give it to others." Yarlin licked his lips, and lightly picked his fingers. catch it.

"The shape and texture of the sound track fruit do match the appearance of that fruit. Is it not a transfer of ability, but a direct extraction of the fruit from the capable person's body? It's really an unbelievable ability..." Faulkner's eyes The child turned around, and all kinds of associations flooded into his mind for a moment, and he swallowed for a long time: "The fruit is black? What's the matter with this cold air?"

Yarlin rubbed his fingers, and the entangled black thread swayed back and forth on his fingertips. The dark and deep atmosphere was dyed with a gloomy and cold atmosphere, "It's just a little insignificant dyeing. If you think the fruit has deteriorated, you can return it to me." , hahaha~"

"Where is it!" Faulkner licked his dry lips, pondered for a while, and suddenly bit down on the Devil Fruit. Few people in this world have ever been able to refuse the gift of the devil. The cold flesh melted, and the juice seemed to have An invisible shadow penetrated together.

Faulkner felt the indescribable changes in his body, the strange tremors inside his two ears, as if the entire ear bones were re-melted and shaped into a complex and special structural corridor, and the echoing voiceprint trembled and resonated in his body The ear is parsed out.

Visible to the naked eye, sound ripples are everywhere in the air, and the intricate lines seem to move the whole body. Faulkner's heart was incomparably agitated, and then he heard nine vague voice patterns coming from the back of the ship, which seemed to be Strange overlaps converged into one identical sound segment: "My—army—regiment—envoy—disciple—"

"Legion? Apostle?" Faulkner didn't know why, his ears twitched slightly, his eyes subconsciously glanced at Yarlin's position, and then he felt as if his mind was about to explode suddenly, with countless terrifying and strange soundtracks overwhelming It was as if there were countless fuzzy phantoms looking at him in an instant, and it was also like a terrifying shadow dormant in the abyss star sea staring at him indifferently.

His scalp was numb, his ears were buzzing and buzzing, Faulkner felt his head was about to explode, and his scalp was numb like an electric shock. He opened his bloodshot eyes and saw Yarlin facing him in horror. He grinned and showed his white and neat teeth, "Don't try to peep into my thoughts, you will die."

Faulkner touched his ear, and there was a trace of black blood oozing out. He shuddered fiercely in his heart. It seemed that he had just woken up from his drowsiness after a long time. He scratched his stiff brain with lingering fear, and then took out a A rolled up profile photo was handed to Yarlin, "Is this the person you asked me to check?"

A black bowler hat, a cold side profile, and a white dove in a suit standing on the brim of the hat. Yarlin glanced at the photo and said, "That's right, it's just this person, who is he?"

"It really is him!" Faulkner said solemnly: "Rob Lucci is one of the members of CP9. CP9 is the highest-level and most secretive spy agency under the World Government. With my level At most, I can only find out his name, I only know that his mission seems to have never failed, and other secrets are difficult to find out, but with the ability of this fruit, the future will be much more convenient and concealed..."

"CP9, the world government, hehe~ Is it true that he is a ruthless politician? Then, what role does the respectable and wise Marshal of the Warring States play in it?" The biggest malice is to speculate on others, "Did the news of my death reach the ears of the big man on time, but there was a slight deviation in the process, and I died in the hands of Doflamingo!"

Thinking about it is even more frightening. The day Arlin died was the same day Smoker arrived at the Alabasta Naval Branch to take over. What about the arrangement?

Or a compromise default!