"Bang, bang, bang......!"

"Bang!......!"

"Wow......!"

……

As the flow of people moved towards the shipyard, a noise from the shipyard was heard from a long distance. The sound of all kinds of concocted wood www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion is mixed into an alternative symphony, and the shouts of the boatmen are like an iron-blooded choir, shouting out the heart-shaking boatmen's horns.

This is the shipyard of the capital of seven waters, which will always maintain its vigorous vitality and will always be in full swing. And the No. 1 dock, as the largest dock, is even more boiling at this time, and it is very lively.

Outside the huge iron gate of the No. 1 dock, the lively flow of people gathered here, which was already three layers inside and three layers outside, crowded like canned sardines. It's just that no matter how crowded it is, there is still a round field in the middle that is enough for a battle.

And the central characters of the matter, the shipwright and the pirate, are in this round justice.

"Ha, that's right!" said the pirate, dressed in armor similar to Japan's Sengoku period and wearing a three-day moon emblem on his helmet, "We've thought about it seriously - it's very serious!"

"We asked you to repair the ship, but the repair fee is too expensive, so—" The pirate said, his long knife raised in front of the boatman, and shook in front of the latter's eyes.

"You're getting in the way of my work. The boatman squinted at the pirate and said in a cold tone, but the saw in his hand did not stop.

"-So we're not going to pay this hundred million Bailey!ahahaha......" said the pirate leader, laughing, and his men laughing maniacally.

"Hahahaha!" At the same time, bursts of laughter came from the crowd of onlookers, dragging out the laughter of the pirates.

"Idiot...... Crockdahl sneered and muttered to himself, "to have a reputation as the world's number one shipyard and to be able to make naval pirates come and go at will...... The juniors are really reluctant to use their brains now!"

"Thank you for making the ship new!hahaha!"

"And it's free!hahahaha!"

“……”

As if taking the laughter of the people around them as encouragement, these pirates have become more and more arrogant, and some have even clamored to ransack the shipyard and make a fortune.

However, they didn't notice that in the direction behind them, the crowd of onlookers took the initiative to separate and let in the two figures, a man and a woman.

"Kalifa, what's that?" the man asked the woman beside him as he walked outside Dock No. 1 and looked at the noisy pirates inside through the fence.

The man was a man with a blue shirt and a reddish-brown vertical striped shirt, and he was playing with the guinea pig in his chest pocket as he walked, with a laid-back feeling unique to the people of the City of Seven Waters.

The woman is dressed as a secretary, holding a folder in her arms, and her soft and bright blonde hair is tied up at the back of her head, which is quite capable. At the same time, she was wearing a goose-yellow women's suit, and the lower body was a knee-length narrow skirt, showing off her straight and slender legs without reservation.

The beautiful secretary, and the cold-faced attribute, attracted the cheers of many men when she appeared.

"Yes, Lord Iceberg. Kalifa's voice revealed a competence that matched her image, "It should be a guest at Dock No. 1, and now that the ship has been repaired, he is unwilling to pay the bill." ”

As she spoke, Kalifa pushed her glasses, and the reflected light made it impossible to feel her gaze.

"For the record, it's a pirate. Flipping through the folder he was holding, Kalifa didn't look at it and stretched out directly in front of the iceberg, which was the bounty order of the troublesome pirate.

"Captain of the Big Pocket Pirates, three days and moons, and a bounty of 36 million Bailey. A flash of white light flashed on the lenses of Kalifa's glasses, "It's a mess." ”

"Well, yes, let's just make trouble. Iceberg replied absentmindedly, his eyes wandering around, obviously not caring much about the pirates.

"Just leave it to them, haah......" said indifferently, Bingshan yawned, his eyes sleepy, "It's not a big deal, let's go back." ”

"Well, yes. Kalifa nodded, agreeing with Iceberg's words.

And just as they were talking, the conflict between the pirates and the shipwright finally broke out, rising to the point of facing each other. The boatmen, who had endured it again and again to no avail, finally threw their fists at the pirates.

"Has this cannon been tested?" asked his apprentice in the dockyard, the old boatman patted a cannon beside him lightly, smiled kindly, and asked his apprentice.

"Oh, no!" replied the apprentice in a daze, rubbing the newly cast cannon.

"Oh, then......" The old boatman pushed his glasses, squinted at the place of battle, and then shook his head with a sigh, and said, "Well~ forget it......"

With that, the old boatman left his apprentice bewildered, turned and paced back to the warehouse.

By this time, the battle between the pirates and the shipwrights had already been decided.

The battle was surprisingly fast from start to finish. A group of pirates who licked blood with knives licked their heads, but in a few seconds, they were easily knocked down by a few boatmen, so that the old shipwrights who wanted to test the guns had no chance, and they had to sigh that their fate was unfortunate.

"On the territory of craftsmen, there is no reason for you to use the 'pirate principle' to run amok, right?" At this time, the boatman who was concentrating on his work put down his work, walked over, and lit the cigar in his mouth with a chuckle, "This is the capital of seven waters! We are the shipwrights of the world's No. 1 shipbuilding company!"

Dropping these words, it seemed that the leader of the group of boatmen glanced at the pirates who were rushing into the street, and the meaning of disdain was obvious.

On the other side, seeing that the excitement seemed to be over, the crowd of onlookers who came in a hurry dispersed. After all, in addition to watching the excitement, they also have their own jobs.

"Oh, is it over? I'll take care of the rest, Kalifa. Lazily playing with the guinea pig in his jacket pocket, the iceberg did not raise his eyelids and commanded.

"Yes, Mr. Iceberg. With a flick of his head, Karifa headed in the direction of the dockyard.

"Da da ......" Accompanied by the sound of high heels colliding with the ground, Kalifa easily crossed the fence outside the dock and came to the captain of the boat, habitually pushing his glasses, and scanning the other party's face with a cold gaze.

"Smoking is strictly prohibited in the dockyard. Coldly, Kalifa snatched the cigar from the boatman's mouth, and then pressed it directly to his forehead, and in the smell of green smoke and roasted meat, everyone was silent under Kalifa's gaze.

"Ahh

"Yes, yes!"

"It suddenly occurred to me that I still have a job to live!"

"Yes, yes, it seems that there is a new order coming down today......"

"Goo~~~Goo~~~"

Even with the cries of the pigeons—the pigeon perched on the shoulders of a certain boatman—all the boatmen who had participated in the battle laughed, and the speed of the three times disappeared, except for the captain of the boatmen, who had a crooked and smoking cigar nailed to his forehead and wept without tears.

"Kalifa ......"

"Now, it's time to settle accounts with you...... Kalifa ignored the shipwright's gaze at all, turned his head to look at the pirate leader Mirizuki who was lying on the ground unconscious, and pushed his glasses, and a strange white light flashed again.

Outside the dock, Crockdahl, who was coerced by the crowd and saw a good show, was naturally not interested in what would happen next, it was nothing more than blackmail and the like. This kind of untechnical, purely threatening behavior is despised by Crockdahl from the bottom of his heart.

On the contrary, he was quite interested in these boatmen, and his eyes were also observing, especially the guy with a pigeon standing on his shoulder, Rob Lucci, who was hiding in CP9 here.

It was not the first time he had seen the violence of the shipwrights in the capital of the seven waters, and now goodbye was just a confirmation that this custom would not change with time. Even if several of the foremen were pretended to be CP9, this violent factor had already penetrated into the bone marrow of the shipwrights.

In dock No. 1, among the boatmen who had returned to work, the boatman with a long, square-nosed nose like Pinocchio frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at the man with a pigeon perched on his shoulder.

Receiving the gaze of his companion, the boatman who had a pigeon on his shoulder shook his head slightly, and his men kept working, but the pigeon on his shoulder fluttered its wings.

……

"This one! this one is good!" Xiao Liu excitedly handed the booklet in his hand to Crockdahl, pointing to a five-story building ship on the booklet and shouting.

At this time, they were at the reception of the shipyard, which was a place to receive guests and undertake tasks such as shipbuilding repairs.

Owning a ship is necessary if you want to sail. And Crockdahl is very interested in the information about the ships that are here, in every sense of the word.

"Negative. Crockdahl said without looking up. Regardless of the price of the ship, it is not something that can be driven by a few people, and such a ship is suitable for swinging, but not for pirate adventures.

"Oh......" Xiao Liu instantly lowered his head, and with the resentful spirit that kept hovering next to his head, he shrank into the corner like a frosted eggplant. But it didn't take long for him to teleport in front of Crockdahl again, and he pointed to a huge battleship on the booklet, which could definitely be used as a favorite object of the Multi-Turret Cult, and shouted.

"Negative. Crockdahl calmly flipped through the booklet in his hand, unlike the behemoths that Xiao Liu was looking at, his booklet was full of small boats that were easy to operate and not bad at speed.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Crockdahl looked up at the window of the hut, and the pigeon, which had been snow-white, was frightened and flew into the air, leaving only a few fallen feathers.

"Pigeon, Rob Luci?" said Crockdahl, thoughtfully.