The Frankie family, a well-known hooligan organization in the City of Seven Waters.

Although they are regarded as hooligans and their style is criticized, their business is basically legal:

Their main occupation is ship dismantling merchants, and their side job is that of pirate hunters, specializing in picking on pirates who break into the capital of the seven waters.

In the Great Passage, the Shanghai Thief Hunter is not a popular profession, not to mention the risks, and the rewards are not necessarily high.

But Carter Flam, the disciple of Tom Boatwright, and Frankie, who stayed in the Water City after changing his name and surname, insisted on sniping at the pirates as a gangster.

In Frankie's words, he was silently guarding the city in his own way.

But in any case, a gangster is a gangster, and Frankie himself is indeed a gangster.

So when she walked to the door of Frankie's house and saw the hippie-style shipbreaking yard with a pompous look, Nami couldn't help but stop.

After hearing the loud and noisy heavy metal music coming from inside, the hesitation on Nami's face became even stronger.

She couldn't help but ask Galen beside her:

"Galen, are you sure we're going to ship here?"

"That's right."

Galen nodded earnestly, and said seriously:

"The flagship I'm going to build for myself is not an ordinary sea ship, but an aerostat that has never been seen before."

"I'm afraid that a simple shipwright will not be able to accomplish this task, only a scientist with core technology can do it."

"A scientist with a core technology..."

Nami pointed to the curious building in front of her, which was too much for a nightclub, and asked with a questioning face, "Would that kind of person live in such a place?" ”

Galen nodded solemnly.

The results of this French expert are extremely prolific:

What Jinx's blue-fire Gatling, robot's mechanical claws, Rambo's flamethrower, the great inventor's turret...

He can make it all.

In addition, he also has the results of ultra-difficult projects to complete the transformation of the human body for himself with scrap iron in the case of serious injuries.

What's even more terrifying is that the French experts also master the core technology of "water to oil".

While others were sailing on old sail-powered battleships, Frankie invented the Coke internal combustion engine.

And with just two barrels of Coke, the Sonny, which is comparable in size to a fifth-class sail cruiser and has a displacement of at least 500 tons, can take off more than ten miles away in one breath while raising its sails and enduring huge wind resistance.

What kind of energy conversion efficiency, what kind of effective output power, what kind of economic and environmental benefits?!

With this "water to oil" technology, it is not difficult for Frankie to casually cheat tens of billions of scientific research funds on the earth.

With respect for this scientific researcher, Galen...

A single sword slashed open the door of the Frankie family.

A loud bang was followed by a strong wind and sawdust flying.

"Who?!"

"Why are you slamming our door?"

Inside, a group of hooligans dancing awkwardly to the heavy metal music suddenly froze, and they all turned back to show Galen and Nami a shocking picture of killing Matt at the party.

Galen slammed his sword to the ground, and said with a look of displeasure:

"Can't hear you knocking on the door?"

"Turn off the music for me, disturb the people."

The usually arrogant and wanton hooligans naturally did not listen to Galen's words, but just picked up the weapons from his side in anger.

All of a sudden, benches and bottles were erected.

The screeching music still lingers around, and the light pollution-level nightclub lights sweep back and forth in the factory, and Nami and Galen are faintly displeased by the smoky miasma.

When no one turned off the music, Galen took it personally.

He turned it off with the "remote control" in his hand:

With a slight wave of the "remote control", a condensed sword qi was slashed, and the two loudspeakers completely closed their mouths in the air.

There was a sudden silence, and even the voices of the Frankie family hooligans suddenly weakened.

After all, they were also pirate hunters, so they could naturally see the power of this flying slash.

"Good."

Looking at the silent minions, Galen was very satisfied and clubbed the greatsword back to the ground:

"Excuse me, I have something to talk to your Frankie chief."

The minions hesitated for a moment, glancing at each other, but none of them backed away in front of Galen.

In the end, it was Frankie himself who stood up from behind the crowd:

"I'm here!"

Frankie's tight briefs that couldn't cover her buttocks at all and her exposed hairy legs directly blinded Nami's eyes.

Or in the physical sense...

"Galen!"

Nami hurriedly grabbed Galen's big hand that covered her face, and shouted angrily:

"Why are you covering my eyes?!"

Galen, however, insisted on putting an artificial mosaic on Nami's eyes, and said to Frankie with a serious face:

"Frankie!"

"You put my pants on, and we'll talk again!"

"Huh?"

Frankie took off the sunglasses on his face and mocked in a disdainful rogue tone:

"Perverts are a man's romance!"

"You want me to put my pants on?"

"You think you are..."

Frankie's words stuck in his throat like fish bones, making him pale and speechless.

"It seems that you have also read the newspaper, but it saved me a lot of effort."

Galen had an evil smile on his face, and looked at everyone present with a threatening look:

"You put your pants on, and we'll have a chance to talk."

"If you don't let me speak, I'm afraid everyone here won't be able to speak in the future."

Hearing the threat in Galen's words, Frankie couldn't help but clench his steel fists tightly, and his eyes burned with rage.

"Soul light!"

Frankie roared, "You want to deprive a man of his perverted dreams!" ”

"I absolutely..."

Galen raised his sword.

Frankie silently put on his pants.

The manual mosaic in front of Nami's eyes is finally gone.

Nami, whose pretty face was about to be red, glared at Galen resentfully, but didn't say anything more.

“......”

After putting on the pants, Frankie felt as if he had suffered some kind of shame, and his eyes were full of pain and tangled looks.

With this great perseverance and determination to endure humiliation, Frankie gritted his teeth and said to Galen:

"What are you looking for me, a Draconian?"

"I'm just an ordinary shipbreaker!"

"First of all, I'm not a Celestial Dragon, just a Seven Martial Sea."

"Secondly, I am definitely not a person of the world government."

Galen explained two sentences seriously, and glanced at Frankie with a little deep meaning:

"In the end, you're no ordinary shipbreaker."

"Right, Master Tom's disciple?"

Frankie's expression froze, and he couldn't help but put on a posture of vigilance.

Galen just continued:

"Frankie, it's better not for your men to hear what we're going to talk about next."

"It's not a good thing for them."

Frankie's forehead was already drenched in cold sweat, and he instinctively wanted to run away but didn't dare to make any extra moves.

After all, even if the man in front of him is not a Celestial Dragon, he is also a top powerhouse who can compete with the legendary Hades King Rayleigh.

After a moment of struggle, Frankie dispersed his subordinates as Galen intended.

Frankie probably knew what Galen was going to talk to him about, and that level of danger really shouldn't involve his subordinates who had nothing to do with it.

Under the worried gazes of his subordinates, Frankie roared several times before he drove them all away.

After watching his subordinates go away, Frankie turned his head and looked at Galen with bloodshot red eyes:

"What the hell are you looking for me?"

"That thing..."

Frankie just wanted to shout a few beautiful cruel words with the mentality of dying with the ancient weapon Hades blueprints, but Galen said lightly:

"I want to find you to build a ship."

"Huh?"

The will to die in Frankie's heart suddenly froze, and the prepared domineering lines were swallowed back.

"It's not an ordinary ship."

Galen just continued:

"This ship is an airship that sails in the air, and it takes your science and technology to make it happen."

“......”

Frankie was silent for a while, but righteously refused:

"I've sworn that I'm not going to build a ship again!"

Back then, because the armed ships he built were used by the world government, Mr. Tom was sentenced to death.

Frankie has always blamed himself for this, and is no longer willing to build ships that have been used to hurt his loved ones.

"But..."

With a kind smile on Galen's face, he persuaded:

"Isn't it your dream to build a dream ship that can sail through any wind and waves in the world?"

Frankie remained unmoved, just silently rebuffed Galen with a determined look.

"Ugh..."

"I'm really not good at talking or something..."

Galen shook his head helplessly, but the smile on his face was still kind:

"Well, then, I'll show you my sincerity."

"Sincerity?"

Frankie frowned.

"I can tell you a piece of information for free."

Galen said with a serious face:

"There are already several agents of the World Government who have lurked incognito in the City of Seven Waters, and there are even people you know inside."

"Their commander is Spandam, who killed Master Tom in the first place, and the purpose of lurking here is to find the whereabouts of the blueprints of the ancient weapon Hades."

"What?"

Frankie was slightly moved.

He didn't expect that the tentacles of the government had reached his side unconsciously, and he didn't expect that this guy in front of him, who was suspected of being a "Tianlong man", would tell him such key information.

Galen added:

"I know the identities of these sleeper agents."

"What if..."

"Thank you for the reminder, I'll take care of these things myself."

Frankie's tone softened a little, but he still didn't have the vigilance and repulsion in his heart: "But..."

"Don't say 'thank you' just yet, let alone 'but'."

Galen smiled and snatched back the right to speak, and said:

"Although I am not a world nobleman, I am also an enthusiastic person on the sea."

"I mean..."

"If you don't help me build a ship, I'm going to report to those agents that you're in possession of the Immortal blueprints."