Pirate's Magnetic Control

1510 year of the sea calendar, West Sea, Kaka Island.

Even in the scorching sun, the streets of Gallupt are still full of people and life.

As the largest wine base in the West Sea, the town of Gerouput not only has many vineyards, but also has the best winemaking technology from all over the world and even the world.

This sheer scale of industry has given Gallupt a thriving wine culture and economy, attracting a large number of drunkards and tourists every year.

There is a famous joke in the West Sea.

Never think about drinking a Gallupt because their veins are full of alcohol.

Although it is just a joke, it is enough to see that the wine culture has been deeply imprinted in the bones of everyone in the city.

By lunchtime, the town's largest restaurant, Iceberg, was already overcrowded with customers.

But in this lively atmosphere, several strong men wearing trench coats and exuding a fierce atmosphere pushed open the door and walked into the restaurant.

A waiter with sharp eyes, quickly greeted him and asked with a smile

: "Welcome to the iceberg, what do the gentlemen need?" "What do you need?" The strong man led by him smiled, and the hooked nose of the eagle made the whole face look gloomy and cruel: "Oh, of course, my dear friend, I really need your help to give me a Bailey meal." "

Bailey's meal?, sir, I don't know exactly what you mean by Bailey's meal?" The waiter was stunned, and he didn't react for a while, but the next moment, the doubt on his face immediately turned into panic.

The sinister smile on the strong man's face was even worse: "The so-called Bailey feast, just hand over all your money to me

!" "Dude, it's time for robbery!" As

the strong man's voice fell, several companions behind him quickly lifted their trench coats, revealing the weapons hidden under the clothes.

"Bang! bang! bang!" The

terrifying gunshot sounded, instantly overwhelming the noise in the restaurant, the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, the joyful atmosphere suddenly froze, and everyone's attention was attracted by the strong man.

"Gentlemen, ladies, good noon!" The

strong man at the head slowly took off his hood, revealing a shiny bald head with a dark scorpion tattoo on his bald head, lifelike.

The strong man made a lame etiquette, saw the silence, and continued to speak: "I'm really sorry to delay everyone's happy meal time, but please rest assured, the matter will end soon."

"Introduce yourself, the contemptible Newtman, is the combat leader of the Black Scorpion Pirates, I hope to make friends with everyone this time, as long as everyone obediently hands over their valuable things, I think we will get along very happily."

As soon as these words came out, the originally quiet restaurant instantly became noisy.

"The Black Scorpion Pirates, is that the same madman who ransacked the G17 branch of the Navy half a month ago?" "

I also know that it is that group, Captain 'Black Scorpion' Black, who was offered a reward of 50 million Bailey because of this!"

"Oh my God, that's terrible!"

everyone in the restaurant was overwhelmed, and Newtman was pleased.

"Okay, everyone save some time, let's fight quickly, we only seek money and not life, and I hope you can cooperate more."

After Newtman finished speaking, he turned his head and motioned for his subordinates to go up and collect the money.

But the owner of the restaurant came out trembling and spoke: "This brother, we are an ordinary restaurant here, and the guests are not rich and noble, or I will ask the chef to make a meal for you and a few of your brothers to show respect, what do you think

?" "A meal?" Newtman showed a playful expression, and then the muzzle immediately hit the boss's head: " I have long inquired, this restaurant is the largest in this town, and it is also the most touristy, you want to send me off with a meal? Looking

at the black muzzle of the gun facing his head, the restaurant owner suddenly had a dry mouth, but still pretended to be calm and said: "Brother, this is Mr. Caesar's territory, give some face." It

seems that I am too gentle to make you think that I am very talkative, right?"

Newtman licked the corners of his mouth and showed a cruel smile, it seems that he is not threatening, these people treat him as a sick cat, right?

He plans to take the owner of this restaurant, see the blood, and the rest will obediently cooperate.

And the restaurateur seems to have met his fate, closing his eyes and preparing for death.

"Man, if I were you, I wouldn't do that. Just

as it was about to happen, an untimely laughter sounded.

"Who?!"

Newtman reacted quickly, turning the muzzle of the gun in the direction of the sound, and I don't know when, a cowboy wearing a cowboy hat and a cigar and a beard appeared on the second floor of the restaurant, staring at him against the railing.

"Who are you? Give Lao Tzu down!"

Newtman's vigilance suddenly rose, and a sense of danger arose, and the gun in his hand unconsciously clenched.

Even though he was pointed at the muzzle, the cowboy still looked at ease, took off the cigar and shook the soot: "Man, the second warm reminder, put down the gun and surrender, I don't want to disturb Mr. Caesar's meal."

"Don't give Lao Tzu nonsense, Lao Tzu also gave you a second hint, give Lao Tzu a second hint

!" "And what kind of shit you Mr. Caesar, let him obediently get out too!"

As soon as these words came out, a chill immediately rose from the bottom of Newtman's heart.

"You know, man, I'm a good-tempered person who usually gives people who make mistakes three chances, but you don't seem to have that luck today." The

cold light in the cowboy's eyes flowed, looking at Newtman like a dead man.

"Damn it!"

Newtman shouted alarm bells in his heart, and the threat of death struck, and he couldn't hold back any longer, his finger pulling the trigger.

"Bang!" The

smoke of gunpowder filled the air again, and someone fell with the gun's response.

"How is it possible..." After

delivering his last words, Newtman glared angrily and fell backwards in disbelief, accompanied by several of his men.

I saw a black bullet hole, which appeared completely in the eyebrows of several people.

And the cowboy just finished the last bit of the cigar, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and complained: "Hey, this brand of cigar is really difficult to smoke, next time when the boss pays the salary, you have to buy a few good goods to enjoy."

As the cigar smoke cleared, the cowboy silently withdrew the handicap in his hand, leaving only a few cold corpses telling what had just happened.

Everything came too suddenly, from the appearance of the cowboy to the death of several Newtmans, it was only a short minute.

Everyone in the restaurant seemed to have experienced a brief dream and had not yet come to their senses.

Then, it was the cowboy who spoke up to break the quiet scene.

"Are you all right, old Potter?"

The

owner of the restaurant, Potter Sr., was still apprehensive, but thanked the cowboy named Geralt.

"Oh, it's a pity, if you old guy dies, I don't have to give the wine money I owe to the restaurant."

Geralt smashed his mouth and sighed pityfully.

"you.

Geralt's words diluted the nervousness in Old Potter's heart, and he immediately laughed and scolded: "The money you owe to the restaurant is not my old Potter's, if you want to pay the bill, you better tell Mr. Caesar yourself." "

Oh, do you still owe the restaurant money?

Just as the two were gagging, a slightly magnetic male voice sounded.

Dah... Dah... Dah....

With the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor, a man walked out of the private room on the second floor.

A decent black suit, combined with a height of more than two meters, makes the man look extremely elegant. The brilliant blonde hair was neatly combed back into the back, and the cold and tough face gave the man a maturity different from his appearance.

"Mr. Caesar.

Unlike the joke just now, the moment they saw the young man, Geralt and Old Potter immediately greeted him respectfully.

The young man known as Caesar stood on the second floor, looking down at the hall, and as far as his eyes could see, everyone only felt an inexplicable pressure surging in their hearts, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

Looking at the corpses on the ground in the hall, Caesar frowned and spoke: "Geralt, didn't I let you deal with it cleanly, now it's so bloody, how can the guests have the appetite to eat?"

Geralt chuckled, and Caesar didn't want to hear him continue to quibble, because he knew how good his subordinate could say.

"Forget it, pay attention next time.

"Hehe, definitely next time.

Caesar shook his head, stopped messing with Geralt, and walked down the stairs unhurriedly, followed by Geralt.

"Well done old Potter, didn't lose the face of our organization.

"Thank you for your approval Mr. Caesar!"

Caesar patted the elder Potter's shoulder, recognizing his courage in the face of the pirates, who also blushed as if he had received some great honor.

It is hard to imagine that an old man who is more than half a hundred years old and has a gray head would react so much to the praise of a young man who is only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Faced with such a scene, except for the locals, other tourists are puzzled.

Caesar nodded, said nothing more, and led Geralt through the pool of blood and out of the dining room.

After he left, the oppressive atmosphere in the restaurant slowly disappeared.

No matter how many times I feel it, Mr. Caesar's momentum always overwhelms me.

"Yes, but I really envy Boss Potter, to be praised by Mr. Caesar, and if I can also be recognized by this adult, my mother will be proud of me."

"Just by you? "

Bastard, what do you say!" was

still chatting well, when the two waiters suddenly quarreled over who could get Caesar's approval.

Why don't you hurry up and clean up the body, the guests are still waiting to eat!" Seeing

that old Potter was angry, the two had to go to work in ashes.

A tourist who witnessed the whole process wiped the sweat on his head and asked the boss curiously: "Boss, who is that young man just now, I see that he is young and gives people so much pressure, it must be some big nobleman, right

?" "Noble?" Old Potter glanced at him with disdain: "How can those stupid nobles like pigs be compared with Mr. Caesar, don't insult Mr. Caesar!"

I'm not a local, tell me about this Mr. Caesar.

"I don't have time, if you want to know for yourself, there is no one on the nearby islands who does not know the name of Mr. Caesar."

Old Potter said proudly: "After all, that adult is 'BIG· BOSS'! Williams Caesar!"

At this time, a bright light flashed in the eyes of the tourists, who seemed to have an impression of the name.

[End of this chapter].