Whiskey Peak has been very lively these days because of the appearance of Fang Xing.

Although most of the bounty hunters are self-aware, there are also bold and greedy people, especially in addition to the two, there are also some cheating and deceitful people.

But under Fang Xing's iron-blooded methods, it slowly calmed down.

However, this pacification is only an iron-fisted pacification, and these bounty hunters are like wild beasts chained, and although they suppress the range of their movements, they cannot suppress their ferocious nature. Therefore, some people who were motivated by ferocity were angered by the original contradictions, and the whole whiskey peak became chaotic and lively, which also meant that there were several more tombstones in the Cactus Rock cemetery.

At this moment, a man dressed in bright striped clothes stepped into the town from a distance, followed by a young girl. Their destination was this lively whisky peak.

"It's really a poor country, and it's a shame to waste a rare rest time on this." Said a man with a "3" in his head with Arabic numerals. He speaks as sven as he can, and the glasses he wears around his eyes are also meant to flatter Sven, but his image is contrary to the gentlemanly style he deliberately expresses.

The little girl with her pigtails nodded shyly at this point, coming here really disrupted her plans, and there was not much place to create and rest.

"Mr.3: This is the boss's mission, so even if I can't help it, I have to come here. And this time I want to see a bounty of 400 million, I think it is necessary to be cautious. ”

Mr.3 sighed first, if it was other criminals with a reward of 400 million, he didn't even have the idea of coming. But if it was the information provided by the boss, it gave him confidence, and he did not express any surprise or any caution, but said in a low voice: "If I don't let my brilliant artistic mind rest enough, I don't know what harm will be done." ”

The little girl shook her head in the negative, but said nothing.

The arrival of the two attracts the attention of the town's bounty hunters.

After all, this is a gathering place for bounty hunters, whether it is the revenge of pirates or the vendetta between bounty hunters, it is very sensitive.

The bounty hunter checked the recent bounty list to make sure it wasn't the bounty inside, and then said, "Who's coming?" ”

"Ahh Although I am very low-key, I don't even know that the people in the organization are really lazy now. ”

The little girl said very unceremoniously, "That sign on your head doesn't mean low-key. ”

Mr.3 touched the sign on his head and said softly: "Well, miss.Golden Week, this is force majeure, compared to this sign, the sign of obvious 2 is more suitable for me." This mission is done, and it is estimated that the boss will also consider swapping the positions of Mr.2 and me. ”

Golden Week shook his head, but did not puncture Mr.3's illusions.

The two of them acted as if they were nobody, which made some bounty hunters very popular, and one of the more aggressive bounty hunters pulled the trigger and fought back in this state.

The bullet was stopped by a wall of wax that had risen at an unknown point before it reached Mr.3. The wax walls were so hard that the bullets were only slightly embedded in them, revealing two-thirds of the shells on the outside.

Mr.3 smiled, a look of confidence on his face, "My wax walls are harder than steel. ”

Seeing this strange Devil Fruit ability, someone immediately realized who MR.3 was, it was a high-level agent of the Baroque Work Society!

The shooter tried to escape, but was caught up by the wax pile thrown by Mr. 3, wrapped tightly around his body, and slowly died of suffocation.

Ruthless, decisive, and bizarre, these are characteristics that exist almost exclusively in high-level agents. In doing so, the bounty hunters acquiesced to their Baroque work community and approved of Senior Agent Mr. 3 and his partner entering the town.

After entering, Mr.3 and Golden Week were led by those who succumbed to their strength to the location of Fang Xing.

Before they could enter, the voice came from afar.

"Come in."

Mr.3 and Golden Week looked at each other in a daze, and the reason for their surprise was the voice just now. The sound was not loud, but it was clear, but that was what made it seem strange, knowing that they were now not far from the house at their destination, but it was about thirty meters, and this distance was impossible to achieve a low sound but clear as if it were whispering in the ears.

The mentality of Golden Week was very good, and it quickly returned to normal.

And Mr.3 comforted himself in his heart: "It's just a voice, at most it's a weird ability, and in the information conveyed by the boss, I have confirmed that thing many times." ”

Maybe because of this comfort, Mr.3's mood is better, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't dare to come to the person who has a bounty of more than 100 million, you must know that even the boss is only 81 million bounty, although this bounty is not the real strength of the boss, but the bounty is not 100 million 200 million, but a full 400 million! This is enough to show how tricky he is for the Navy Headquarters and the World Government. However, this time he did not come to carry out an assassination mission, but to invite the other party to join the Baroque workshop.

Mr.3 and Miss Golden Week walked slowly towards the hut, walking and walking, but the bounty hunter next to him gradually fell behind, is it afraid? Or something else... They didn't think about it, they just felt that something eerie was coming over them.

Soon, I walked all the way to the house.

Mr.3 and Miss Golden Week, no one wants to open that door first, just like a criminal going to the death penalty, no one wants to die first.

The end result of the resignation, as if it was a tacit decision, decided that MR.3 would push the door open.

Mr.3 swallowed his saliva and kicked his leg towards the door as if he wanted to force his courage. However, what they didn't expect was that this kick was a kick in the air, and it was better to say that the door was a painting made of a curtain, but they were stunned in fear and didn't notice it.

"What a strange way to get on the stage."

Mr.3 coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, then looked at the figure that made the sound. It was a sitting at the head of the bed, like a sick jade doll, unable to withstand the devastation, and the slender and pale body was the embodiment of him at the moment.