The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Drol Port.

At the hottest time of the day, Alok seemed to have gotten used to wearing a coat, and Anne, who was possessed by the Hunter Hammer, lowered the temperature of the place where Alok was. This made him not feel hot at all.

Instead, Florian and Roger, who were lightly dressed, were sweltering.

The two stood at the front desk of the port management office, constantly holding free newspapers as fans to create breezes to cool down.

The receptionist, Dana, was looking at the three people with her arms folded.

At this time, Alok was a little embarrassed, standing behind the two without showing his head. Unexpectedly, Dana was the girl in a short skirt who scolded him for shooting at the port that day.

Of course, Dana has forgotten it. Because Dana's energy is now on Florian.

"What, big guy. I told you not to come to me when I'm at work. I'm working." Dana's tone was very bad.

Florian scratched his head and said with a smile, "Today is business. Business."

"You said it was business last time. Is it business now? Is it another bouquet of roses? Or perfume, ring?" Dana said disdainfully.

"No, no. This time it is really business." Florian shook his hand and denied. Then he said his purpose:

"After all, I am a policeman, and I am here to investigate the case. I want to find some information from you."

Looking at Florian strangely, Dana asked in confusion:

"I have never seen you really handle a case. I am afraid that you put all your experience on women."

While saying this, Dana still cooperated and put a big notebook on the table. As if she knew something, she asked directly:

"Tell me, what ship?"

Seeing this, Florian did not hesitate and said simply:

"I want to check the entry and exit records, berths, and cargo list of a ship named "Mysterious Revenge" recently."

"How many days?" Dana asked first.

Florian looked at Alok with a questioning look.

"Within seven days." Alok replied.

"Passenger ship or cargo ship?" Dana asked one by one.

"Passenger ship." Alok answered directly without thinking.

I believe Dana can understand the jargon. After all, she is a port manager, it is impossible for her not to know these things. How could the supervisor not know about the troubles under her nose every day? She just pretended not to know.

"Mysterious Revenge? Let me see." Dana muttered and then began to flip through the huge book. She said casually: "But I don't remember this ship. You go sit over there first, you may have to wait for a while." She pointed to the sofa in the hall and said.

After a while, she turned the book in her hand to almost the end, found the information from a week ago, and compared them one by one.

About an hour later, Alok and Florian both sat on the reception sofa in the front hall of the port management office. Roger also sat on the sofa, drinking black tea and chatting with Florian about meaningless things.

What woman is so soft, that woman is so pretty, and what female star married a fat noble, and so on. The objects of the chat are nothing more than women. These two people seem to be friends for many years.

Alok shook his head helplessly, lamenting that no one understands me and how difficult life is.

The sound of leather shoes hitting the wooden floor rang out. Alok turned his head and saw Dana coming over, reminding Florian:

"It seems that our results are out."

"What?" Florian first glanced at Alok, and then followed Alok's gaze to look behind him.

He quickly interrupted Roger's chatter, sat up from the sofa, showed a sunny smile, and said with a smile:

"Dana, I knew you were the best. How is it, is there a result?"

"Don't brag. No result. I have never heard of this ship." Dana seemed to be very unimpressed by Florian's words.

"No information left at all?" Florian was surprised.

"Yes. No information. There is not even a berth." Dana replied expressionlessly.

Alok and the other two looked at each other. None of them expected this result. A ship didn't leave any information? This is unlikely. Even if it was Alok's ghost pirate ship, it must have left many bad records in the port management office.

When Alok was surprised. Suddenly, Alok felt a little heat on the back of his left hand. He knew that it was Il who was looking for him, and judged the importance of the matter. He ignored the conversation between the three. His consciousness sank into the will body and heard Il's words:

"Help me check the arrival date of the 'Drol'."

Hey? How did Il know that I was in the port management office? Is everything I have in Il's hands? That's too scary. Alok couldn't help but think.

But Alok still wouldn't disobey Il's orders. He coughed twice to interrupt the conversation between the three and asked softly:

"I have another question. Can you help me check the arrival date of the 'Drol'?"

He smiled slightly and looked very sincere.

"Drol?" Dana turned to look at Alok and frowned slightly. "It hasn't arrived yet. It will arrive at noon next Monday."

"Huh? Is that so clear?" Alok was a little surprised. This was completely different from the situation when he checked the Mysterious Revenge just now.

"Of course, that is the face of Dror City. The largest ship. We have been busy with this these days. Besides, it's not a secret. Everyone knows it." Dana said with a little pride.

"I see. Thank you. Beautiful Miss Dana." Alok said politely.

Dina smiled sweetly. She looked at Alok and said to Florian:

"You should learn how to talk."

Alok smiled slightly when he heard it, and then quietly pressed his left hand with a leather glove. A short message was conveyed in the will:

"Next Monday at noon."

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Ir, who was on the other side of the 'phone', was shocked by such an efficient answer.

How could Alok be so fast, or did he know it himself? Why has Alok become so powerful recently and so well-informed? It has only been a few days since he became a superhuman?

No, I can't let him catch up.

She calmed down and encouraged herself. On this side of the 'phone', she conveyed again:

"Lend me your hunter hammer."

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Huh? Lend me my hammer? Oh no, lend me my hunter hammer? What for?

Find the target and then fight? Could it be someone on the Dror? Then just come to me directly.

"Do you need my help?" Alok asked again.

"No need." Not long after, a concise voice came from the will.

Okay. Am I being disliked? Or is there a reason I don't know?

Forget it, just lend it. I think Il must be sure, otherwise he will definitely find me.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at the Sanhe Bar at the port on Monday." Alok replied calmly.

"No, wait for me on the ship." Il's answer came again.

Hearing Il's accurate command, Alok probably understood that Il must have a plan. It should be that he really doesn't need himself. Or it's enough for him to play a supporting role. Nodded and replied: "No problem."

When his consciousness returned to reality, Alok heard Dana's voice.

"Do you have anything else to do? If you don't have anything to do, don't bother me anymore." Dana seemed very impatient.

Since they have issued an order to expel them, Alok and others can't stay here shamelessly. There is really nothing to gain this time, so we can only see what other channels Florian has to inquire about the news.

The three of them filed out of the port administration office, and Florian spoke first:

"It looks like this ship is really suspicious."

He thought for a moment, then continued: "I'll go find some clues somewhere else. This information is valuable. I'll give you the money when the time comes. I'm leaving first."

"Yeah. Share the information with me when you find it. I'm also very interested in this matter." Alok answered calmly.

"No problem, I'll come to Sanhe to find you when the time comes. Are you there?" Florian replied.

Alok smiled slightly and said:

"Of course. Come to me anytime. If you're not there, you can tell Miss Witch directly."

Hearing this, Florian nodded in understanding, and left in a hurry without saying anything extra.

Looking at Florian's back, Alok turned to Roger and said:

"You can go and ask about it too."