Pirates: Doflamingo Stands In The Sky

Got it, high-quality and controllable tool man.

Doflamingo nodded slightly, and said the next mission target.

"Gage, Caesar. Find out the body structure of the little people,

Decipher the mysteries of their strength beyond size. "

The average height of each little human is about 20cm.

Strength is beyond the average level of most pirates.

Great reference value.

"Understood, BOSS, we will do well."

"..."

It was already a few days after the little humans finished visiting all the facilities that were open to the public.

The coast of Apayado.

Pika throws the anchor holding the flamingo onto the deck.

On the deck, a pot of IQ grass is placed in the middle,

The little people on the boat surrounded him with stars and moons.

Suck like a cat **** catnip.

Ganfu looked at this scene with a wry smile, and looked at Pika who turned away from the shore.

He looked hesitantly at the two adults sitting cross-legged at the bow of the boat, and said.

"Your Majesty Doflamingo, won't Mr. Pica return to Dressrosa this time?"

"Pica still has something to do. This time, I will send you back."

Doflamingo turned his head and looked over, with an unusually warm expression.

"Don't worry, it will be soon!"

"Okay...okay!"

Ganfu responded with some hesitation, he always felt that something was not quite right.

Looking at the center of the empty ship, he asked.

"This ship is not an airship and does not need sails?"

"Fufufufu, Numantia is different." (Note 1)

Patting the bow of the boat under him, Doflamingo said to the side.

"Smoogey, let's go!"

"Okay, Dover." Smoothie took off his glasses and activated his ability.

"..."

After a while.

"Too...too fast!"

"Your Majesty Doflamingo, it's too dangerous, this flying speed and altitude."

"..."

The flamingos flew across the sky at high speed.

Although the little humans are fixed on the deck by silk threads.

But the high-speed wind directly blew them so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

His face was shaken by the wind, and his ears were full of roaring sounds.

A wicked smile appeared on the face of Doflamingo on the front bow.

He deliberately put away the modified glass cover.

It's just to let the little people feel the ultimate push back feeling.

How sweet it is.

Fufufufu~

 …

in a few days.

Chambord Islands.

Island number five.

KGB office.

Crowe changed back to his original form, taking off his ill-fitting suit.

Pushing his glasses, closing his eyes, he slumped on the chair.

The identity of the KGB was secretly sent by Tezolo.

Although I don't know what BOSS means, but I think it won't hurt him.

The purpose of opening this firm is to make a living.

The second is to demonstrate desirable intelligence-gathering capabilities.

With the fruit of imitation, now his KGB name is also a little famous on the fifth island.

But the mission goal that he had nowhere to think about still made him unable to get a clue.

"Boom!"

Crowe opened his eyes suddenly, and transformed into a mature man.

"Mr. KGB?" came an inquiring voice from outside the door.

"Come in!"

"Crack!"

A man in a striped suit and top hat walked in with a suitcase.

With gloves on, no traces of training can be seen.

Even wearing a suit can't hide his strong muscles.

It seems that I have to work for free again.

After scrutinizing the comers across the table, Crowe smiled formulaically.

Give the visitor a cup of tea, and then speak.

"This is the KGB office, what's the name, what do you need?"

The visitor's head was lifted slightly, revealing the ordinary, passerby-like face underneath.

"Linton, Mr. KGB, I need the bloodthirsty gang on Island 7, the trading location in two weeks."

"Two weeks? Time is tight? Mr. Linton, this requires a lot of my energy."

"Crack!"

Linton opened the suitcase in his hand.

Stacks of Bailey yards are inside.

Crowe's mentality was clear, and he put away the sleeve arrows that were almost shot out of his cuffs in excitement.

Things are dangerous, but people are reliable.

I plan to give him money, not to prostitute him for nothing.

"Presumably these can help Mr. KGB replenish his energy."

"Hahahaha, I like people like Mr. Linton."

Crowe held out his palm.

"Happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!"

Linton held out his palms together.

Crowe's body was instantly filled with powerlessness, and he returned to his child's form.

He looked at Linton in horror.

"Sure enough, it's an imitation fruit, kid, you are very lucky, I just said how the dead are still alive."

Linton looked at Crowe's face, and a hand knife fell.

"Remember, to imitate others in the future, you must figure out the identity behind the body owner."

Boss, what exactly did you arrange?

Doesn't it mean that this identity is very safe? ? ?

Crowe's eyes widened suddenly, and his resentment soared.

He watched helplessly as the hand knife landed behind his head and lost consciousness.

All of this, through the phone bug hole in the roof, is transmitted to the other end of the Chambord.

 …

10,000 meters high in the sky.

Doflamingo looked at the shampoo ground shrunk down into a small spot below, and sneezed uncontrollably.

Suddenly suspicious.

? Who wants to hurt me.

Is it that Tezolo has not been sharpened for a long time?

Just when Doflamingo was thinking about the reasons for beating Tezolo.

The stronghold of the Don Quixote family in Chambord.

The surveillance personnel rushed into Tezolo's room anxiously.

"Mr. Tezolo, the person you ordered to focus on the fifth island has been captured."

Tezzolo was not surprised but delighted.

"Go down."

Doflamingo, who traveled across the Red Earth Continent, soon learned of this matter.

Show a happy smile.

Crowe had originally intended it as an idle move.

As a result, there was no movement for several months.

He couldn't help but help.

Since the intelligence department is not aware of the existence of Crowe.

Then it would be nice to help Crowe attract attention.

He is really understanding.

night.

In unknown waters, on a rickety boat.

Crowe shook his aching head and opened his eyes weakly.

Then he felt something sharp between his neck, and couldn't help shrinking back.

"Little devil, did you kill the KGB?"

"I just hid near his house, Mr. KGB. I buried him."

Crowe lowered his head slightly at the right time.