Rust Island is an island with a very developed food industry, especially meat, which is famous in the entire West Sea, and countless diners come to this island every day to taste all kinds of meat food here, and it even has the title of "West Sea Food City".

Naturally, the world government will not let go of such a prosperous island, and in order to collect a large amount of taxes, a naval branch base is stationed here. However, compared to the town of Shields, where the axeman Monka sits, there are no harsh taxes here, and the people naturally live and work in peace and contentment, and live a prosperous life.

"Report to the Colonel, Colonel Tyron of the 204th Branch of the Navy in the West Sea has arrived with reinforcements, please give instructions from the Colonel."

"Let's go, come with me to meet that guy Tyron, I heard that he's been getting mixed up lately and caught several pirates." The Colonel grabbed his cloak and draped it over his shoulders and strode out of the office.

The "West Sea Food City" Rust Island is more prosperous than Kleman Island, the commercial island where Carl first arrived, and there is an endless stream of ships coming and going, and pirates are also frequented, and if it is not for any important actions of the navy, the navy here will not easily provoke pirates.

"Haha, old smoker Tyron!"

"Long time no see, Colonel Victor!"

Colonel Tyron is a real smoker, but he is a different thing from the White Hunter Smoker, he just keeps his mouth shut.

"Tyron, I heard that you've been in the limelight lately, and you're about to be promoted! Any good ideas? Tell my brother about it. ”

"Where there is a good idea, it's just luck to meet a good seedling. Carlo, come here, this is Colonel Victor of Branch 213. Colonel Taryn turned around, pointed out a young soldier, turned his head to Victor and smiled: "It's this kid, he can fight very well, and he has made a lot of achievements in this period of time." ”

"Oh, so powerful?" Victor's eyebrows furrowed, he really couldn't see any difference between this Carlo and other soldiers.

"Report to Colonel, I'm just a contributioner, but it's actually Colonel Taryn who has a good guide."

"Haha, this kid is interesting, I like it."

After a moment of politeness, the two colonels retreated, and their faces became serious.

"Victor, why are you sure that war madman Dominic will definitely appear on this island in the next few days?"

……

When Carl arrived on Rust Island, his heart suddenly blossomed. He was worried that Bailey had no place to spend a lot of tweed, and at this time he finally came to a food city, which can be regarded as having made himself too addicted.

"In my previous life, I was frugal, and I didn't take a dime away in the end, but in this life, I have to take good care of my poor belly."

Instead of deliberately hiding yourself, you should blend yourself into the background.

When everyone sees themselves as a tourist eating, drinking, and having fun, it's easier to let your guard down and get useful information.

"Chicken soup for the soul? What the hell is this? ”

Walking down the streets of the small food city, Carl saw mostly seafood stores, and now he suddenly saw a chicken shop, but it was the success that piqued his interest.

After much inquiry, Carl figured out that this "Chicken Soup for the Soul" restaurant is a very famous restaurant in the local area, and the restaurant specializes in all kinds of chicken food, fried chicken, smoked chicken, and so on...... There are all sorts of things Carl has heard of and that he hasn't heard of, and the chicken soup in particular is delicious. And because the chef here often says "make chicken with heart", hence the name "chicken soup for the soul".

"It's kind of interesting, chickens can turn over so many tricks, this is really a talent." Carl, who had already eaten about the same, was no longer interested in chicken, but it should be nice to taste the chicken broth.

"Boss, let's have a bowl of chicken soup for the soul!"

Carl frowned after shouting, because the store was so hot, the store was already crowded with customers, and all the waiters were almost running.

"Brother, can you make it easier for me?" Helplessly, Carl walked over to a table of six with only four people and greeted him with a friendly face.

"It's okay, you sit!" One of the five big and three thick men looked quite scary, but he was very good at talking, and seeing that Carl couldn't find a seat, he patted the stool next to him and motioned for Carl to sit casually.

"Thank you." Karl thanked him and sat down next to the four of them, quietly listening to their bragging.

Looking around, Carl noticed that there was a lot of people in the restaurant, loud and bragging, pretending to be deep and pretending, and looking like they were stealing...... Carl suddenly felt a little headache, was it necessary to endure this noisy environment just to drink a bowl of chicken soup for the soul?

Forget it, I still don't drink it.

Just about to pay for the money and leave, Carl was surprised to find that these people suddenly stared at him, as if it was not himself sitting in front of them, but a big beauty.

Karl was puzzled and laughed, "Hehe, a few friends went on to say, what happened to that sea king?" ”

"Hehe......" The men also laughed dryly, and then one of them took out a bounty order.

Karl took a look, wasn't that his bounty order!

Could this bunch be bounty hunters?

Smelling a hint of gunpowder, Karl slowly stood up.

"That's right, it's him!"

One of the men suddenly screamed, and Carl lifted the table at the same time and flipped forward, and the hot and fragrant chicken soup instantly splashed the man in front of him.

The wind is tight, and it is!

Taking advantage of the fact that several men were at a loss, Carl turned and ran.

He hasn't heard a word about Dominic yet, and he doesn't want to go on a killing spree right now.

"I'll go!"

The moment Carl rushed out of the store, Carl slammed into a customer who was about to enter the door, only to hear a crisp scream of "ahhhhh

Carl, who stood up, looked at it and saw that it was a little girl who was carrying milk that he had knocked down. The little girl, with fiery red hair and two long ponytails tied behind her, was falling to the ground rubbing her blushing forehead from being knocked by Carl.

"I'm sorry."

Carl walked up to the red-haired girl, apologized, and threw a Bailey in front of her. And I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Why is it red hair again? Red-haired Shanks, red-haired female killer, red-haired little Lori, is red hair a characteristic gene of the West Sea race?

Just before he ran far to smear the soles of his feet, Carl heard a crisp cry from behind him: "Beard! Beard! ”

"Beard?" Karl frowned, unaware of it...... Suddenly, he reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, only to find that his fake beard had turned up.

"No wonder these guys look at me like that!" Carl suddenly realized that he blamed himself for being too greedy before. But now I don't care about tidying up my beard.

With a sharp leap of his feet, Carl easily climbed onto the roof.