The Most Wasteful Fruit Among Pirates Chapter 111

Port Hope,

It doesn't matter what the city was called, because the past history has been reduced to dust along with the Vinsmoke family's strategy.

Now it is called "Hope Harbor", which directly expresses the wishes of the people living here.

"Here, today's reward."

Although the food is temporarily 'rationed', the revolutionary army will still distribute certain Baileys to the workers.

You can buy some daily necessities such as cloth and coal, or you can choose to drink a glass of low-quality beer to relieve the fatigue of the day.

"Foreman Malik, let's go for a drink together?"

After taking a few Baileys, the shy workers with big hands and feet extended invitations to their managers, but the burly foreman just shook his head with a smile.

"No, I have something to do."

"Go and drink, don't delay going to work tomorrow."

The invited worker wanted to say something, but was dragged away by other workers around the neck.

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Don't you know that the foreman likes Philippa of the Flame Tavern?"

"He knows what a fart, he just fled to us for a few days..."

Following a group of shoulder-to-shoulder workers meeting for a drink at the "Pig and Whistle" tavern, the foreman who had carefully checked today's project also put away his notebook and walked towards the Flame Tavern.

The Flame Tavern belongs to the industry under the 'Raging Flame Chamber of Commerce'.

The leader of their Chamber of Commerce survived the Beihai Rebellion a year ago by chance, and took the opportunity to expand a lot of territory. Even cities that are being rebuilt like Port Hope also have taverns under their banner.

Of course, it's different from "Pigs and Whistle" with only a few barrels of bad beer in a small and dark space.

The Flame Tavern looked a lot more grand, with rings of growth rings clearly visible on the brand new oak floor, surrounded by white candles burning on solid wood candlesticks wrapped in white tin.

Both the seat and the floor were covered with a layer of crimson cloth, and the burly foreman who entered the door subconsciously patted the sawdust on the canvas trousers.

"Haha, Malik, are you looking for Philippa again?"

In the hall sat a few businessmen who traveled between several nearby cities, and they were all businessmen with considerable assets. —Of course, they dare not do things like driving up prices.

Anyone who dared to do this has already been hung up with street lights.

"Ahem, good evening gentlemen~~"

The burly foreman bowed and bowed, his clumsy appearance was like a bear dancing, which made several businessmen in the hall laugh again.

"Malik,"

When the tavern was full of cheerful atmosphere, a girl with an apron on her chest came out from behind.

"Why are you running here again?"

The girl has wavy long pink hair and freckles on her cheeks. She is not beautiful, but she is younger. Seeing the sturdy foreman at the door, he beckoned helplessly.

"Since you're here, help me peel potatoes."

Although the girl's tone was full of impatience, joy still appeared on the face of the foreman who didn't know where to put his hands and feet. Immediately, he followed the girl to the back kitchen, patting his chest loudly.

"I'm the best at peeling potatoes! Back home..."

"The poor fellow,"

Several businessmen in the hall couldn't help shaking their heads. They could see that the girl was just using Malik as free labor, but that simple-minded guy was willing to take it.

"Love is blind. Lovers don't see the foolish things they do."

Some people shook their heads and recited a famous poem. Amidst the compliments of others, the topic soon turned to the poet's hometown.

The chef of the Flame Tavern,

The "dog licking" foreman, who was recognized by many businessmen in the hall, stood proudly, but his "goddess" tavern waiter stood beside him respectfully.

"Master Greg, all five CP9 agents are in place, waiting for your instructions."

In the small kitchen: sitting cross-legged on the chopping board, hanging with one hand in front of the kitchen wall, standing upside down on the ceiling... Six people of different shapes were abruptly stuffed in.

"Target No. 2, Brother Don Quixote, has contacted No. 1 Target. Do you want to do it now?"

Facing the inquiry of the fearless CP9 members, the burly foreman who was called "Greg" by the girl disguised as a waiter glanced around.

"Where's your chief, Spandyne?"

For such a big event, almost all members of this generation of CP9 were dispatched, but Spandain, the chief executive of CP9, was not there?

"Er... the chief is not feeling well, and he turned back to Judiciary Island halfway."

The long-haired girl with pink hair whose real name is "Nudori Yamabako" reluctantly reported to the legendary CP0 in front of her. The virtue of being an official is to rob when you have merit, run away when you are in trouble, lick if you have a dragon, and get sick when you are in danger...

It is also a superb.

However, they have won the trust of the top leaders of the world government, and their status is far from comparable to those of their spies who only know how to "fight and kill".

"Unacceptable?!"

Even the well-informed CP0, Greg was shocked by Spandine's shamelessness, and then thought:

old fox!

What needs to be faced this time is the naval rebellion "Monch D. Dragon" who is about to be promoted to admiral. Whether he can win or not, even the captain of CP0 has no idea.

Even if he wins the fight, if he bumps into Monkey D. Karp's hands in the future, he will beat him up...or even kill him directly!

And those two "Don Quixote"... Although they are Tianlong people who have been "removed", Tianlong people are Tianlong people. The fate of these 'slaves' who dared to attack their masters would never be wonderful.

Even if it's just the 'former' owner!

What's more, there are many "Don Quixote" in the Holy Land. If those Tianlong people pursue it, those who do it will definitely die, and they will die a miserable death.

Thinking of this, Greg, the CP0 captain disguised as a burly foreman, looked at the members of 'CP9' in front of him.

Maybe it's a good thing that Spandain's slippery guy isn't there.

Let these ignorant guys be charged with hurting the 'Descendants of God'!

The next day, the pier.

"Are you leaving so soon?"

Terry Kildeo, wearing a bear helmet, looked at Dover in a pink feather coat and Rosie in a black feather coat in front of him, and smashed the dead leaf cigarette in his mouth.

"Although it is not 'comrade', thank you again for your assistance."

Without the steady flow of supplies from the Don Quixote family, the reconstruction of the city would not have been so smooth. In terms of emotion and reason, Kildeo should thank the other party.

"You're welcome, you deserve it."

If Rossi is like the man in front of him, possessing great power but willing to be poor and willing to serve the people, Rossi can't do it, but it doesn't prevent him from respecting such a person.

"Go, Rosie."

And Dover has no feeling about these, his greatest wish is to pull the Celestial Dragons from the Holy Land off the altar.

"Brother Dover, Brother Rossi~~"

On the side of the merchant ship, Gladius waved to the two of them.

Although he is only six years old, after a year of training, a dozen or so big men are no match for him.

If artillery is used, even one person can send a boat of pirates to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.

"Let's go back quickly, the bread on the boat is about to vomit."

"What is this? We didn't even have bread to eat."

Patting Gladius' hedgehog hair, Rossi looked up at a fat sailor on the deck.

"Hoist sail, anchor, we'll go home—"

"Oh,"

The honest and fat sailor nodded, and pulled the cable vigorously, while the other sailors on board also started to move, allowing the giant merchant ship to slowly withdraw from the port.

As for the pirate ship that was harvested halfway, it was given to this city as a means of transportation.

The sea wind was strong, and the sails on the three masts were full of wind, and they swelled up, strongly pushing the merchant ship to sail forward at high speed through the wind and waves in the sea.

Compared to when it was slow, it is now much faster.

As a city that is still being rebuilt, Port Hope doesn't have any goods that can be sold, so Rossi and the others are sailing empty ships on their return journey!

In the eyes of most maritime merchants, this is a heart-wrenching waste, so they will not come to Hope Port to do business.

The merchant ship was speeding up and down in the wind and waves. This kind of turbulence is enough to make ordinary people who are not familiar with the ocean spit up. Even the sailors hired by the Don Quixote family have a bad face.

The only ones who can stroll around in the courtyard are powerful people like Rossi and Dover. Gladius, who was leaning next to the fort, was still muttering:

"Although my sister's cooking skills are also good, it's really Aunt Jola's cooking skills that are the best in the family."

"I really want to go home quickly, or have some enemies~~"

"Oh, then you should get what you want."

Gladius glanced at the sailor next to him, and frowned uncomfortably.

"What do you mean?"

"What he means is that you are going to die on this sea."

Another sailor next to him suddenly put down his work and stood up, reaching out and tearing at his face.

tearing,

His face was torn off abruptly, revealing another strange face underneath.

"enemy-"

Turning over and getting up, he pulled out a flintlock gun from his waist in an instant. Gladius raised it and pulled the trigger without thinking.

boom!

With the sound of a gunshot, lead bullets penetrated into the eyebrows of this 'tear-off' man, fully demonstrating Gladius' talent in shooting.

"Tsk, brat."

"If I hadn't kept the 'iron block', I would have almost suffered a loss."

Ding,

Amid the man's displeased voice, the lead bullets that hit the shape of a small round pie fell down, exposing the unscathed forehead of the man.

tearing,

"It's such a hassle to wear that thing,"

Another sailor also tore off her 'face', revealing her long pink wavy hair. It is not known how she stuffed her hair into the hood.

"Hurry up and get rid of these guys, and then go back and help the three adults of CP0 surround and kill the 'former vice admiral'."

As the five sailors tore off their camouflage, a cold murderous aura spread across the deck.

"Sorry, Don Quixote Doflamingo, Don Quixote Rossindi."

The leading man took a step forward, facing the 'surprised' Dover and Rossi, and announced coldly.

"This is the end of your journey!"

This world is so powerful that the behavior pattern of most people is: find the enemy-kill the enemy-the task is completed.

In addition, the strong are basically "blood bulls", and the hard fight is the habit of most people.

Even CP9, known as the assassination agency, is the same. Killing all the enemies is their habit of 'assassination'.

"yes?"

Rossi, who was "surprised and inexplicable" before, rubbed her face,

"I didn't expect you to jump out so quickly, so let's start too."

Port Hope,

In the tallest rock building in the center of the city, Monkey D. Long was carefully reviewing the documents in his hand, completely oblivious to the sudden appearance of a man in a white suit and mask behind him.

"Finger Gun Red Lotus Boom!"

In the eyes of passers-by on the street outside, this rocky building suddenly 'swelled', and then countless soil and rubble that were almost lavlike under the strong impact suddenly erupted.

Countless melted rocks whizzed out in all directions like shells, like heavy artillery bombardment!

The whole building disappeared immediately, and there was an unfathomably deep pit with a radius of ten meters!

On the edge of the pothole, the masked white suit exclaimed in disbelief.

"Damn it, it's a puppet!"

Chapter end