"Stretching out under the moonlit night, the figure standing in the sky is not majestic, it is the handover of white and red

The wings that fall from above are pitch black but beautiful

It is dotted with beautiful scenes that do not belong to this world, but also represent the bells and proclamations of death

The skull descended, and even the wings of the seagull could not resist

The ensuing death invades and erodes the world. ”

In an intelligence room, there was a man reciting such a sentence, and his rugged appearance did not match the beautiful sentence, and it was obvious that this passage was not from him, and he did not have this style. This passage comes from the document in his possession that records the year 1515 of the Lunar Calendar, written by a certain bard, and is a summary of an incident that had taken place in the navy not long ago.

The man impatiently threw the documents aside, yawned deeply, and took out a cigarette case and a lighter from his pocket, and lit them with a gesture.

At that moment, an arm came over and unceremoniously pulled another cigarette out of his cigarette case, and at the same time lit his lighter.

The man looked up at the man and said casually, "What, it's Nisibi!" ”

Nisippi spat out the smoke ring, "Les, how's the investigation going?" ”

"What else, go to someone with this news that I don't know if it's true or not? Whoever has nothing to do with such a pair of wings must have been written by that group of writers again. ”

Nisippi spat on the smoke ring and yawned, he was too sleepy.

"Who knows what the boss thinks, but since it's a task, we'll do it when we tell it. You also know that when we do this kind of work, the most taboo thing is to inquire. If you want to have a bright future, you can only be brave and do it step by step with patience, and this work is much more stable than fighting outside. ”

This is the peak of Whiskey Mountain, a town that welcomes pirates on the surface, but is actually a gathering place for bounty hunters. There are hundreds of bounty hunters, children, women, but no old people. Although the old man can attract the sympathy of others just like women and children, the old man is slow to move after all, and his physical actions can no longer keep up with his thinking and actions, and he has long been eliminated by this cruel society and reduced to a tombstone on the cactus rock.

"Sapoten Graveyard" translates to Cactus Rock Cemetery, and the sharp thorns on the mountain peaks are actually tombstones, and the tombstones are not only the corpses of pirates, but also the corpses of their bounty hunters. A bounty hunter is a matter of life and death. Stepping into death in order to survive and gaining life in battles again and again is what we are talking about in this industry.

Les nodded apprehantly.

It's already a haven for bounty hunters more than anywhere else, at least they don't have to deal with the vagaries of the Great Voyage.

"But based on this information alone, and what that kid looked like a few years ago, it's a bit difficult to say."

Now it is the year 1518 of the sea calendar, three years have passed, and the child has not heard how to find a person who has disappeared at sea for three years.

Les continued: "Perhaps, it has been reduced to the food of the sea kings of the sea. ”

Nisibi snuffed out the cigarette butt that was only a little bit he smoked, "It doesn't matter if he becomes food or not, as long as the mission of the Baroque Workshop is done correctly, anyway, as long as it is done according to the requirements of the task, it will contribute, and when the ideal country is established in the future, maybe I will not have to continue to engage in this dangerous work, marry a wife, have a baby, and live a leisurely life." ”

The Baroque Workshops, an organization whose purpose was to build an ideal state, claimed that the state would be given power and status based on its contributions, and no one knew who its boss was or how it was established. But everyone knows that this contribution can indeed make people gain things, such as strength! So the more people who are code-named, the more powerful they become, and their whisky peak is just a branch of the Baroque working society.

Les unceremoniously quipped, "Just what you want to do for the rest of your life?" It is estimated that I just gave you the money this time, and when Ming'er spent all the money, it was still spent on the woman's belly. ”

Nixibi was also polite, "I'm doing this to a normal man." ”

"You are indeed normal, but it is estimated that you can get divorced as soon as you get married."

"Hush." Nisibi waved his hand and said, "What do you say about the mid-level agents who have been here lately?" ”

Les glanced at Nissippi, perhaps thinking about what to ask for, or perhaps on guard. He suggested, "Who knows, I don't see anything, but since you have been selected as a mid-level agent, your strength is definitely not weak, or you should try." ”

"The ghost is going to try, you must know that the pirates are rampant now, and it is too late to deal with the pirates, how can he deal with his companions." Nissibi Road.

Les smiled, and there was a tacit charm in his smile. "Baroque" - the sign of the Baroque studio, this organization, is not a friendly and harmonious organization, stepping on the top of the partner is the right way, maybe one day, there are still the two of them talking and laughing, the next moment will pull out the muzzle of the gun to face each other. But one thing he was right about was that no one wanted to do the thankless work here.

"Hurry up and recharge your sleep, I heard that another group of pirates is coming in the evening."

"Coming back?" Les looked a little surprised, "Didn't you just deal with a bunch of pirates last night?" Why is it coming again this time, there will be no fraud. ”

"Don't worry, this is a group of pirates who have been watching for a long time, although they are not weak in strength, and the bounty of all the crew members is even more million, but when they come to our town, they are destined to become one of the countless tombstones in the cactus rock cemetery." Nissibi Road. If it was really a fraud, he would not have come to inform Les at all, but ran away by himself, and it was because there was no danger that he came to smoke cigarettes.

"Millions of Baileys? In proportion, there are tens of thousands of Baileys, and you can live comfortably for a few days. Les calculated awkwardly.

At this point, Nisippi interrupted his thoughts.

"So do you have this, lend me a little." Nisippi rubbed his fingers, meaning Bailey.

"I know it's not good for you to come to me, get out of the way, there's no money."

Nisibi smiled, "Les, I know you don't look at Miss Wednesday like that, you want to chase her?"

"Is it wrong to like a girl?" Les didn't have the slightest embarrassment of being exposed, and said bluntly.

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with that." Nissibi Road.