Pirate's Strongest Vice Mr3

"Tell me about the current situation of Amazon Lily and the distribution of naval forces."

Somewhere on the island, in a cave hidden in the jungle, the bright candlelight swayed gently, illuminating Mr3 sitting on the main seat.

Hearing this, the black-robed intelligence officer who had already investigated the situation clearly stood up and said in a respectful tone: "Back to third brother, now Amazon Lily Island has been surrounded by groups. The leader is Rear Admiral Kerby of the Navy Headquarters, who has been in the limelight recently.

The master hiding in the secret is not yet known.”

After a brief pause, the intelligence officer continued, "According to our observations, there are five large warships dispatched by the Navy this time, and they surrounded Amazon Lily from different directions. There are small patrol boats monitoring back and forth between the warships to prevent them from inside.

people escaped."

After hearing the intelligence officer's report, MR3 frowned slightly.

It was completely expected that Daughter Island would be heavily surrounded. The Navy's actions after abolishing the Shichibukai system were as fast as lightning, and basically did not give the Shichibukai time to react.

But I didn't expect the encirclement that isolated the inside and outside.

After all, Daughters Island is located in a windless zone, and even movement of ordinary ships is a problem, let alone forming a complete and tight blockade chain!

It can be seen from this that the navy should be determined to win this campaign against the empress!

"To prevent the people inside from escaping, what if they go in?" mr3 asked.

The intelligence officer shook his head slightly and said: "As soon as we received your message, we tried to enter as ordinary businessmen, but were driven away by artillery warning."

"That's it..."

mr3 looked troubled.

In this case, things become a bit tricky.

If you can't even find the gap to get in, why bother smoking inside, ahem, stirring up the storm?

"Wait a minute, what do you mean, the Navy hasn't launched an attack on Daughter Island yet?"

mr3 suddenly captured this key point.

"No, there is a reporter team sent by Morgans in the Navy, so the two sides are still in the negotiation stage of holding fire."

The intelligence officer briefly thought about it and guessed, "But with the Pirate Empress's tough attitude, the possibility of surrendering and admitting defeat is very low, and she will probably still fight."

Does the reporter team sent by Morgans actually have the right to participate in this kind of crusade against pirates?

Such questions emerged in mr3's mind involuntarily.

But soon, after thinking about what the navy did in the war above, he suddenly realized.

Unlike the Baki Pirates and other Shichibukai, whose members are all vicious pirates, the Kuja Pirates are backed by a small country.

If the Navy wants to take action, it must more or less consider the impact on public opinion. Allowing reporters to participate in reporting during the negotiation stage between the two parties can show the world their original intention of longing for peace and not harming innocent civilians, and win over people's hearts to the greatest extent.

This is very necessary.

After all, the Shichibukai system has existed for a long time and has been deeply ingrained in the subconscious minds of people all over the world. If we directly attack it without any reason, it will inevitably be criticized by people who mean it, and it will be notorious as burning bridges.

Of course, as for the violent conflicts or even bloody sieges that will inevitably break out later, just expel the reporters from the fleet in advance.

Later, it was announced that the Pirate Empress was extremely vicious and took the initiative to start a war regardless of the safety of the people. Who can know the rights and wrongs of this?

This is routine practice for the Navy.

But it is precisely because of this that there is an opportunity!

"Tell me the detailed locations of their warships and the patrol time intervals of their patrol ships."

mr3 immediately became energetic.

"Okay, okay third brother."

The intelligence officer was obviously a little surprised, but he still answered truthfully with a cautious and serious look on his face.

He knew very well that the man in front of him, who did not look very good and was not very strong, was the life and death brother of their big boss, Bucky the Clown, and even had a vague tendency to become the second-in-command of the Bucky Pirates.

Such a character is definitely not as simple as he appears, and he does not dare to neglect him in the slightest.

"The positions of the five warships are fixed. As for the patrol ship, every time it completes a patrol route, it will stop next to the warship for ten minutes to replenish and rest."

"But we have simulated that even the fastest power ship cannot cross the blockade in just ten minutes and travel two or three kilometers to Daughters Island. It will 100% be discovered on the way, and maybe it will be attacked.

Shelling and expulsion.”

After hearing this, mr3 lowered his head and thought for a while.

Then he clapped his hands and said, "Ten minutes, that's it. Ten minutes is enough!"

Seeing how confident he was, the intelligence officer couldn't help but look worried: "Third brother, are you planning to force your way in? Your identity is relatively sensitive. If you are accidentally caught and recognized by the navy, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"Haha, do I look like the kind of idiot who has no brains?" mr3 smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

I already have a plan in mind.

"Third brother is wise!"

Many intelligence officers in black robes bowed slightly and wisely did not continue to pester him, but flattered him in unison.

Although what they want to say most at this moment is, "Third brother, you look so damn vulgar when you smile"!

MR3 naturally didn't know the inner feelings of the intelligence officers in front of him, so he just felt that the third brother's cry was really Bashi.

Thinking about it this way, it’s not unacceptable to become a somewhat faceless character like MR3 just after time travel.

Well, compared to a pure rookie at the beginning.

"So Third Brother, when do you plan to leave?" an intelligence officer couldn't help but ask.

mr3 stood up and walked out of the cave, looking at the sun in the distant sky that had not yet set on the mountaintop, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I informed you before coming that the people who are good at branding tattoos are on the island now?"

When he left Kalai Bali, he briefly explained some things to this person through the phone bug, so the intelligence officer was able to answer fluently and accurately about the situation of Amazon Lily.

"Already on the way, we'll be there in about half an hour," the intelligence officer replied.

"Half an hour? It's just right. I can also simply warm up."

MR3 nodded slightly and said to the people who were following him, "Don't disturb me until he comes."

"learn!"

Afterwards, mr3 started wandering around this deserted island.

After finding an open space, we began to conduct simple special training on the Wax Fruit and the new-level knowledge and weapon colors mastered by mr3.

Even though he inherited most of mr3's memories when he traveled through time, there is still a slight gap between the practical operation and the concept.

The next contact with the Nine Snakes Pirates will most likely not avoid a armed conflict, or to be more precise, it will be an indispensable test during negotiations.

If you adapt to the fighting ability of this body in advance, you will not go wrong in the end!

"Candles, if developed well, they will probably be no weaker than the Ka'er Nuomi fruit, or even the frozen fruit of Aoki Pheasant..."

mr3 moved his mind slightly and raised his palm.

As the figure-3 hairstyle on top of her head ignited with flames, a familiar yet unfamiliar touch immediately came to her palms.

The viscous liquid squirmed and turned into pure white fluid wax, dripping crazily from the palm and spreading in all directions with mr3 as the center.

After a short period of time, the ground within a radius of ten meters was completely covered with thick solidified wax blocks!

"It's quite a wonderful feeling. I've never done such an exaggerated thing before, but it's surprisingly easy to use."

"In this case, it shouldn't be difficult to display the Haki of knowledge and Haki and the Haki of weaponry, but at this new level..."

mr3 puts away the fruit ability and inspires armed domineering.

Then, he looked down at his arm, which was quite dark and soft, and fell into deep thought.

If you want to talk about the specific feeling, it is slightly stronger than the state of ordinary people tightening their muscles.

Well, the cute new level deserves its reputation!

Half an hour of training time flies by.

The person with the brand tattoo that mr3 wanted appeared on the coastline on time and was brought over by intelligence personnel.

"Ah this..."

Looking at the scene in front of them, several intelligence officers froze on the spot, feeling extremely shocked.

In front of them, the previously open space had been replaced by a deep pit ten meters in diameter.

In the deep pit, overwhelming silver-white candles were burning with extremely hot red-orange flames.

Just standing on the edge, you can feel the scorching wave of air rushing towards you!

"Ah, did half an hour pass so quickly?"

Opposite the edge of the pit, MR3, whose clothes were torn by the flames, was walking slowly.

After getting his hands on the Wax Fruit, he successfully developed a trick that was barely considered a trick. He was smiling and in a pretty good mood.

The first time they met, he ripped off his tattered shirt.

"Are you the imprinter?"

mr3 looked at the lean man in front of him, without saying any nonsense, he raised his hand and used his wax fruit ability to construct a simple figure.

"Is it possible to tattoo this pattern on my back and make it look like the mark was made more than ten years ago?"

The tattoo artist looked at it briefly and nodded heavily: "No problem at all!"

"Okay, let's start now!" mr3 turned around and faced the tattoo artist with his back.

This confused the intelligence officers nearby. You looked at me and I looked at you, totally confused.

Why, at this critical moment of contact with the Pirate Empress, the third brother wanted to have a tattoo on his back...

The kick mark of the flying dragon that marks the slaves of the Celestial Dragons?!!