Pirates: The first partner is Tom Cat

Pirate: The first partner is the naval cadet in Chapter 446 of the main text volume of Tom Cat. "Really, he is as reckless as Tom."

Hard work.

With a slight crunching sound, Altaïr was successfully pulled out, and a small amount of fine wood chips fell down together. Looking up from the hole, you could see an overturned cat nest - the location of the crash seemed to be Tom's.

Below the cat's nest, although he doesn't live in that nest very often, he takes it with him every time he moves.

In this way, Zhang Da didn't have much psychological burden. After all, it was his own room that was damaged.

Xia Lulu gently placed Altaïr on the ground to prevent the poor killer from suffering secondary injuries: "Why is he not moving, and his face looks so bad? Did you strike too hard?"

"No, it's just a light prick. This hasn't reached the stage of torture to extract a confession." Zhang Da also felt that he was wronged and stepped forward to check, "It's poisoning, Wendy!"

Not only Wendy was here, except for Ye Yan who went back to catch up on his sleep and Artoria who was quietly waiting for Rui Mengmeng and Tom to make breakfast, everyone else was watching. After all, he was a rare killer, and this person never dressed up

The style is different from those unprofessional guys in Baroque, and it is quite new to everyone.

"Yes!" Wendy stretched out her hand, and a green light emitted from her palm, which was magic to remove toxins.

Zhang Da also extended his hand to cooperate with Wendy. This man was very decisive. He committed suicide by taking poison as soon as he regained consciousness. It was so professional. But the operation of hiding the poison in his mouth was a little bit dramatic, and the flag demons slapped him in the face so hard.

I couldn't break the poison sac or anything like that, but this poison-hiding technique is quite powerful.

But since he and Wendy were present at the same time, I had to ask them if they agreed even if I wanted to!

Altaïr's consciousness had fallen into a blur, and he had already realized his situation the moment he woke up. There was a rumor in their circle that the Amber Tour Group had very powerful interrogation methods, and no one wanted to experience that kind of interrogation.

trial.

So Altaïr chose to commit suicide by taking poison without hesitation. This was his determination when he accepted the mission, but he was kicked around all the time, and neither his teeth nor his tongue were in control, and he couldn't commit suicide even if he wanted to.

—The flag monsters’ bad habit of slapping people in the face has unintentionally helped.

"Is this what death feels like?" Altaïr felt his whole body being gradually wrapped in warmth. "I didn't expect it to be not bad, but people like me will definitely go to hell, right?"

"Yes, this is hell." A rough voice said, "Tell me about your sins during your lifetime. Why did you die?"

The others looked at Zhang Daye in astonishment, this guy got into the act a little too quickly.

"I am a killer..." Altaïr's slightly confused expression quickly became sober, and his voice stopped abruptly. He turned his neck with great effort to look at the group of people surrounding him, and said in disbelief, "I didn't

die?"

"You are dead, this is hell, and there are countless resentful souls floating here." Zhang Da also continued to speak in a rough voice, and quietly gestured to Perona.

Perona cooperated and released a bunch of negative ghosts floating around. Unfortunately, he still knew the ghost princess Perona, and the painting style of the negative ghosts was too cute to scare the killer who was gradually regaining consciousness.

Altaïr tried to move, and after confirming that he could not break free from the rope, he simply closed his mouth and said nothing.

Zhang Da was also a little disappointed. If Brooke were here, the chance of bluffing him might be higher. But the person who came this time seemed to have a different style, and his IQ was much higher than those fools.

"You're all awake, what can you say?" Zhang Daye said in a persuasive manner, "Look, you've already taken poison, and you're lucky to have survived. Just treat your former self as dead and tell you everything that happened in the past.

Then start a new life..."

Altaïr glanced at Zhang Tatsuya, but still said nothing. If he falls into your hands, can he really be considered lucky to survive?

"Don't show that look. We are not devils. As long as you tell us who wants to deal with us, we won't do anything. The most we can do is hand you over to the navy." Zhang Da also thought about letting him go.

He definitely wouldn't believe it, so he might as well have handed it over to the navy.

Altaïr said indifferently: "No need to waste your efforts. I am only responsible for killing people. I don't know the identity of my employer at all."

"Then where did you receive the mission? There must be an organization, right?"

Altaïr stopped talking again. This really couldn't be said. If he did, it wouldn't be a matter of death, but how tragic his death would be.

"It's troublesome." Zhang Daye said, "Perona."

"You should have left it to me a long time ago, hahahahahahaha~" Perona waved her hand, and the negative ghosts who were originally acting as the atmosphere team lined up and flew towards Altaïr.

Altaïr's eyes widened, and a frustrated expression appeared on his cold face. As the negative ghosts passed through his body one after another, his expression gradually collapsed, and he said one depressing sentence after another.

From his mouth came:

"I don't deserve to be a killer at all..."

"You are obviously not a person with abilities but you are not good at swimming. It is simply a shame for an assassin..."

"For people like me to survive in this world is simply disrespectful to the world..."

After a tossing, Altaïr uncontrollably revealed a lot of messy things, but unfortunately they were of little value.

"This... what kind of ability is this!" According to the information Altaïr has, Princess Mononoke's ability can make people fall into negative emotions, but he always feels that something is wrong. Is this a negative state or a chatty state? It's also weird.

Bar!

"Hehehehehe~" Perona put her hands on her hips and wanted to explain that she had a bad habit that many people in this world have.

However, Zhang Da also interrupted her in time: "We are interrogating you now. The feeling just now was quite sour, right? Do you want to continue experiencing it or take the initiative to confess?"

Altaïr snorted and refused to cooperate. He felt that he had adapted to this ability, and as long as he gritted his teeth, he would be able to hold on.

But the next second: "Actually...my sneaking skills are very bad..."

While everyone in the tavern was tossing about Altaïr, an ordinary-looking warship sailed into the port of the 66gr naval base.

Naturally, Zefa and his trainees were on board the warship. The headquarters was very close to the Chambord Islands, and the sailors came directly over after their morning exercises this morning.

Although Zhang Da also asked Zefa to be a guest at his place, and Zefa agreed wholeheartedly, he still had to arrange the training tasks first.

The person in charge of receiving Zefa at the naval base was naturally Rear Admiral Kadaru, the base commander. He looked respectfully at Zefa as he disembarked from the ship, stood at attention and saluted: "Teacher Zefa!"

He was also Zefa's student. Zefa's training camp has been open for 21 years. Now most of the high-ranking generals in the navy are either his old comrades and subordinates, or his students.

There are only a few exceptions. For example, T. Penn was originally a knight of a certain kingdom. Although he had heard of Zefa's reputation, he did not have much interaction with the former general. Maybe this was one of the reasons why his promotion was slow.

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"Thank you." Zefa responded seriously, "Next, I need you to explain to them the situation of the Chambord Islands and assign patrol tasks."

"Yes!" Kadaru watched the students get off the warship neatly and quickly formed a neat queue behind Zefa.

Even after only two months of training, you can clearly feel that the spirit of these people is different from that of ordinary sailors.

Two more people attracted Kadalu's attention. One was a relatively tall man with pink hair shaped like a flame, a long and narrow nose, and a thick sausage mouth. The other was a tall man with a good figure.

The female soldier has long sea-blue hair and a delicate face, and she looks heroic. Both of them are wearing the uniforms of ordinary sailors, but they feel different from others.

"Those are Binz and Ain, who are probably the two best recruits among this batch of recruits." Seeing Kadalu staring at these two people, Zefa specially introduced them, "But there is no need to treat them preferentially, you

You should know my style."

"Yes." Kadaru was a little confused by Zefa's wording of 'for now', but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he and Zefa took the students to the largest combat conference room in the base.

There was a video phone bug placed on the podium in the conference room, projecting a detailed map of Shampoo onto the big screen in front of it.

"I am Kadaru, the commander of the Chambordi Naval Base. Now I will explain to you the topography of the Chambordi Islands." Kadaru introduced himself in the briefest words, and then left to start the lecture, "The Chambordi Islands has 79 islands, big and small.

Different. Among them, GRs 1 to 30 were once known as illegal zones, but recently due to..."

Having said this, Kadaru paused for a moment, his face a little unnatural, but he could only bite the bullet and said: "Due to the activity of the Amber Tour Group, the criminal elements here have almost been wiped out, and we are taking over this area again.

area."

Good news, the lawless territory has been recovered;

The bad news is not the fault of our Navy.

Although Kadaru admired the actions of the Amber Tour Group in his heart, saying such words in the eyes of Zefa and all the students really made him blush.

There was a slight commotion among the students. They were all familiar with the name Amber Tour Group. Some admired it, while others criticized it. However, as Zefa glanced over, everyone quickly returned to calm.

Kadaru pointed at several locations on the map with a long stick: "Well, considering that the thirty islands in the original lawless zone have just been recovered and are not yet stable enough, there will often be some lucky people waiting for opportunities to commit crimes.

The pressure to maintain law and order is relatively high. Your next task is to patrol these places."

Kadaru also has some headaches when it comes to maintaining law and order. There will always be people who are unwilling to follow the rules and make money, and some will be very difficult to deal with. For example, Lieutenant Colonel T. Penn led a team to find the gang of kidnappers who had no clues for a long time.

"In addition, the Chambord Islands are the only way to the new world. Pirates often land here to prepare for coating. These people are usually very strong, so everyone must be prepared."

After hearing these words, the students' faces showed excitement. Of course, what they look forward to most when they come here is to fight the pirates. It doesn't matter if they are stronger. They can just show the results of their training. What's the point of patrolling all day long?

Seeing their excited expressions, Kadaru had something stuck in his throat that he couldn't bear to say. Rather than the strength of the pirates, what you should be more worried about is someone snatching monsters.

Those people move too fast. Not to mention you new recruits, our most dedicated Lieutenant Colonel T. Penn often fails to catch pirates!

It’s almost two o’clock again. Let’s start with three thousand words.

py: "Kill the Immortal"

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