Chapter 339: Death Sea Race (5)
"Anagma, what's wrong with you?" Feeling the slightly trembling body of Anagma beside her, Robin, who was standing with her, quietly moved back a few steps, lowered his head and asked in a low voice, but Anagma, who was standing on the side, shook his head desperately, indicating that there was nothing wrong with him. Pen Γ fun Γ Pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
Robin, who had a turn in his heart, immediately understood the problem, quietly clenched Anagma's little hand, gave her a little comfort, and then stood in place and stopped talking, feeling that Robin was abnormal, Planck was not in the mood to fight with Huck anymore, and after shaking two hundred Bailey coins, he stood up from opposite Hulke, sorted out the cowboy hat in his hand, waved his hand casually, and left Huck's reception area with Robin and Anagma. But what he didn't see was that when he turned to leave, there seemed to be something special in Huck with a humble smile on his face. And Robin, who was paying close attention to Anagma's abnormal situation, unexpectedly saw this scene in his eyes.
"Planck, this old fox is weird, you have to be careful, this death sea race may not be so simple!" Walking out of the reception room, Robin looked at the luxurious wooden door that was gradually closing, and reminded Planck worriedly.
"Oh? Sure enough? That's right, I'll just say that Huck is an old fox who is a little too attentive, so he has something to calculate on me, but who can threaten him during the time I'm away? β
Just as Planck touched his chin and thought, Anagma, who was standing on the sidelines, suddenly shouted, "Gaspard, it must be Gaspard!" β
"Oh? It's a little inappropriate, but I'd like to ask, Anagma! Did you get any news? Looking at Anagma, who was agitated by fear, Planck crouched down and held the child in his arms to comfort her restless heart.
Feeling the temperature of Planck's embrace, the trembling Anagma gradually calmed down, and finally told her strange state in Huck's parlor, "I saw the record pointer that Huck gave you just now, just last night, it was moved down from the Gaspard ship, and that record pointer didn't go to Pardia at all, the nameplate on the record pointer I picked up was exactly half off, and the hidden destination behind it was the G7 Division of the Navy!" If you had all the record hands of yesterday's carrying, the last place you would have gone would not have been Pardia! β
"Oh? Was it this kind of trick? Sure enough, it seems to be Gaspard's means, and it is still so naΓ―ve! But what is he for? After listening to Anagma's explanation, Planck took out the recording pointer and flicked the nameplate screwed on it with his fingers, revealing the G7 Division of the Navy.
"Let's not talk about what Gaspard's purpose is, Huck this old fox is also very suspicious, I suspect that Anagma can know that this news has nothing to do with him, it can be seen from his attitude towards us just now, he wants us to give him a head, I just don't know who his target is, but combined with the information provided by Anagma, it can be basically determined, it is definitely Gaspard who partnered with him to organize this death sea race, but Gaspard may have used some means or Huck knew something, He felt that his life was in danger, so he didn't want Gaspard's plan to succeed, and just when he had a headache, we came to this island, which was no less than the joy of a long drought and a rainy day, so he behaved so attentively, so attentive that we were all a little flattered! So the question arises again, what secrets does Huck know about Gaspard? Let him be so afraid, he is the underground king of this area! Robin, who was standing on the sidelines, also sensed the strangeness of the matter.
"Anyway, we've all signed up, and we'll have to participate in this race to the sea of death anyway, otherwise others will think we're afraid of something, and I really want to see what kind of medicine Gaspard sells in the gourd, and actually laid out such a big game of chess." Listening to Robin's analysis, the smile on Planck's face grew wider.
"That's right, then let's go to the restaurant on the first floor to get some food, Anagma hasn't eaten yet!" Robin, who heard Planck's affirmative answer, smiled and took Anagma's hand and walked towards the first floor, which was the time when the pirates from all walks of life gathered to eat.
Planck, who took Robin and Anagma to sit in a remote corner, frowned and still held back his anger and beckoned the waiter to come and order, after all, you can't expect pirates to eat as quietly as nobles, and Anagma, who walked out of the boiler room for the first time to see this kind of big scene, looked at the lively scene around and the pirates eating and drinking with excitement, especially the meat in their hands, which she and her grandfather would never dare to hope for, Sometimes, the pirates at the party could remember to give them some leftovers to eat, and it would have kept her happy for a long time.
With Planck's call, a busy sweaty waiter quickly walked in front of them, and then respectfully handed over a menu, casually looking at the menu in his hand, Planck began to order some of the dishes he and Robin liked, and asked Anagma's opinion from time to time, and the waiter on the side immediately picked up the menu in his hand and quickly sketched and recorded, just when Planck ordered, the two tables on their side suddenly made a noise. Seeing that Planck, who was watching lively, closed the menu and sent the waiter away, he watched it with interest, after all, he had seen too many duels between pirates, and it was not even a thought to expect people like him to go up to persuade him to fight, but Anagoma on the side was a little panicked, obviously this kind of fight between pirates was still a little scary for a child like her, where would she have seen this kind of scene when she had been helping her grandfather fill coal in the boiler room before.
Just when Planck was watching the play, the two sides of the quarrel were no longer satisfied with just talking to each other, and the ferocity of the sea directly stimulated him to pull out the long knife and short gun at his waist, and one of them shouted arrogantly with the strength of the crowd, "Do you know whose subordinates we are?" Admiral Gaspard! The sea thief with a bounty of 95 million Bailey, what are you? Dare to grab food from us? β
Looking at the menacing Gaspard's group, the other party, who was only one person, slowly stood up, tore off the napkin around his neck, straightened his top hat and slowly said his name, "Me?" Just a bounty hunter, you can call me Shuraia! (To be continued.) )