Pirates: Invincible At The Beginning

One knife, only one knife.

Firebird Vance, looking at the scene in the telescope, his pupils constricted and his face flushed.

His heart at this moment was like thunder, beating non-stop.

He felt that he was standing at the gate of hell. He forgot about the excitement of death and continued to press the switch of the camera.

That moon-white figure under the moonlight will probably be imprinted in his mind for the rest of his life.

This kind of killing technique is so powerful that it is like an art.

For him is full of fatal attraction.

Elegant and beautiful.

He suddenly thought of something, his face was full of excitement, he raised the camera, and kept pressing the shutter.

He wants to engrave this figure that looks like an angel under the moonlight but is actually a devil in reality forever.

He fears!

He was afraid that Sorata would disappear in the next moment.

Then he might regret it for the rest of his life.

Click!

Ka Ka Ka Ka! !

Keep pressing the shutter.

at this time. Sorata turned her head, the wind blew, her silver hair fluttered, and her blue pupils flowed in the nebula under the moonlight.

A picture of a beautiful young man lazily standing on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood has just been released.

If there is only Sorata in the photo, people who see it must regard this photo as a wedding photo.

Plus, though, the scene behind the photo.

That's a decent horror photo.

"Well! It's a really good shot."

"Of course, you don't even look at who took the picture."

"I, Firebird Vance, am one of the best photo-artists in our paper!"

Firebird Vance, lying on the ground, pouted his buttocks, and looked into the telescope.

"Uh……"

He suddenly found that Sorata in the camera had disappeared, and he just now...

Sorata silently appeared beside Firebird Vance, squatting down, looking at the photos in the camera.

I have to say that this guy is really reckless not to be a professional photographer. Whether it is the angle or the lighting, the photos he took are handled just right.

It made him feel like he was amazed by the scene in the photo.

"Ok!"

Sorata rubbed her chin, thought for a while, "With my appearance, it's a pity not to be a star."

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Firebird Vance turned his head stiffly and looked at Sorata who was squatting beside him. Since it was night, only Sorata's blue pupils could be seen, and his face was dark.

Sorata didn't exude any aura, but the terrifying aura of killing thousands of people with a single blow on his body made Firebird turn pale involuntarily.

The excitement just now, like eating ice cream in the winter, made him shiver shiveringly from the inside out.

"What the hell! How could you get carried away!"

He didn't know if it was his crazy shooting that attracted Sorata just now, or something else.

Anyway, now Sorata, the god of death, is here.

He was scared, scared to death.

"how?"

Sorata withdrew her gaze from the camera and turned to look at Firebird.

"Why do you sweat so much! Are you sick? Would you like me to introduce you to a doctor?"

"Let me tell you! The doctor I know has world-class medical skills. Don't worry, I will cure you."

"Hey! Why don't you talk!"

Saying that, Sorata's face darkened, looking gloomy under the moonlight.

"You guys are not afraid of me!"

Firebird Vance's lips trembled, and the ground beneath him was wet with cold sweat.

I want to speak, but I don't know how to speak, so I can only complain in my heart.

"You know I'm afraid of you, why don't you hurry up and leave!"

"Didn't see my soul, are you going to ascend to heaven?"

Sorata raised the corner of her mouth, patted Firebird's shoulder, and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha!! What are you afraid of! I'm not a murderer."

"Yes, yes, yes!! You are not a murderous maniac, and the thousands of corpses below are still cold! You ask them to stand up and confront you to see if they recognize it."

Firebird Vance couldn't help rolling his eyes after hearing Sorata's words, and then took a deep breath.

IQ suppressed fear and stood on the high ground again.

Since Sorata didn't kill him immediately, it is basically concluded that he should be fine.

So he can not be so afraid of Sorata.

And judging from this guy's words, it seems that he still appreciates himself.

He twisted his stiff neck, sat up slowly, didn't dare to pay attention to the sticky sweat on his body, but looked at Sorata, and spoke cautiously.

"Hello silver-haired brother, I'm a reporter from World Economic News, and I'm here to shoot you Grand Line star-like pirates and report your news to people all over the world."

"Oh……"

"Am I famous?"

Sorata stared at Firebird with a curious expression.

"Of course."

"As a person who offered a reward of 70 million Berry for the first time, and even reached an astonishing 500 million Berry in just a few days, it's hard for you not to attract attention."

"You don't know, news corporations all over the world are staring at you, waiting for you to enter the Grand Line!"

"Oh!"

Sorata gave a soft sound, and instead of paying attention, stared at the Firebird curiously.

"Then why are you the only reporter on Bass Island!"

"Of course it's because Bath is not a hot island right now!"

"None of the supernovae in the past ten years have passed through Bass Island, so this place has gradually become an insulating place for reporters."

"If I didn't want to try my luck, I wouldn't come here."

"After all, the World Government has strictly prohibited reporters from inquiring about news here!"

"Like this?"

Sorata nodded.

The Kingdom of Bath is a Celestial Dragons farce. It can be said to be a scandal. Of course, the World government does not want reporters to come here.

Firebird stared at Sorata, as if thinking of something, quickly took out a booklet from the ring, opened it, and took out a picture of Sorata just going to sea and meeting the Creek Pirates for the first time from the interlayer inside. photo.

"Silver-haired brother, look, your first battle was filmed by our colleagues from the World Economic News Agency."

The colleagues in his mouth are actually those news birds.

These newsbirds have been flying in the sea all year round, and they also do some secret photography work from time to time.

Otherwise, if you want to find a boat in the vast sea, it is not as easy as finding a needle in a haystack.

He said with a proud look on his face.

"Although the pictures are not very clear, we are definitely the first newspaper to pay attention to you."

He wants to show Sorata the strength of their newspaper office, so as to win Sorata's favor, so that their newspaper office can follow Sorata in the future without fear of being killed.

This is also the tacit understanding between their newspaper and Supernova.

The more exposure a supernova gets, the more fame it gets.

And their newspaper office can also follow suit, not only can earn more money from it, but of course they can also gain a lot of fame.

"Oh!"

Sorata looked at the photo and nodded.

If you want to say who the world's largest intelligence organization is, I believe everyone will say in unison, the World Government spy department.

But if you want to say who in this world can know the situation in the sea and the news of the pirates in the sea the fastest, then it must be the World News Economic News Agency.

Because of this newspaper, there are newsbird organizations all over the world.

Even Marine, World government, sometimes has to go to this newspaper to buy news about the Pirates.

And the annual supernova candidate is also made by this newspaper.

Even the topic of the future king Luffy, who became famous completely and was called the fifth emperor of the sea, was also something that was brought up by the World Economic News Agency.

It can be said that if you want to be famous in the sea, first, you need to do something big, and second, you need to establish a good relationship with the World Economic News Agency. Then even if you don’t do any big things, they can make you famous.

So Sorata is not disgusted with Firebird Vance's overtures.

Because to solve the problems of the Bath Kingdom, it really can only rely on these journalists.

He remembered that the president of this guy, Morgans, had decided to relocate the headquarters after refusing to accept black money from the World government a few years later.

Thinking about it, this guy will definitely not refuse the friendship of a person who can keep making big news!