The next day, Pier 3.

As a production/port town, it is already full of merchant ships, and the workers at the docks have started their day early, loading and unloading goods for passing ships.

"Rest assured, Mr. Wesker."

A small team came to the dock and asked the surrounding workers to subconsciously get out of the way.

If they dirty the other party's clean clothes, they can't afford to compensate for the losses!

Around the businessman wearing gold-rimmed glasses, there were several short-haired men in black suits, white shirts, black bow ties, and sunglasses.

"Whether it's a pirate or a merchant, we'll keep you safe."

The black-suited employees belonged to the Blackwater Security Company, and were in a semi-circle shape to protect the merchants in the center. Although they look like 'professionals', they are actually just D-class employees of the company.

Of course, even if it's a D-class employee, it's not something that ordinary gangsters can provoke!

It's a pity -

"It's punctual, Mr. Swick."

？

The sound behind him made several men in sunglasses and suits turn around abruptly, and the leader who had just boasted about Haikou subconsciously reached out to his waist, and then grabbed it empty.

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"Nice weapon,"

Playing with the flintlock pistol in his hand, Rosie raised his eyelids and looked at the men in suits who turned around in horror and pulled out their guns one after another.

"I don't like to point a weapon at someone, and I don't like someone pointing a weapon at me—"

"Put down the gun!"

A scolding made several men in suits put down their weapons, and the merchant named Sveck pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and a warm smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Mr. Rosinandi may have misunderstood,"

"For a strong man like you, there are naturally no taboos."

"But a weak businessman like me is very dangerous to come to Pier 3 without an escort."

"Really,"

Nodding noncommittally,

"Our ship is over here, please-"

casually threw the flintlock pistol back to the black suit leader next to him, and at the same time, Rosie still had the leisure to complain in his heart about the reason why the other party was wearing sunglasses:

As long as people can't see my face, I won't feel embarrassed?

Rosie had expected Sveck to bring someone here. Therefore, he ambushed the necessary path of Pier 3 in advance, and easily sneaked behind everyone with the cover of passers-by and the ability of the 'Fruit of Silence'.

He even touched the chief's gun!

Of course, there is also a reason why the other party's strength is not strong.

"Our ships have a displacement of 140 tons and are loaded with a total of ...

“··· It's all from the New World. ”

After quietly shocking the other party, Rossi took the merchant Wesker and his escort to the 'Pinta'.

As soon as he stepped onto the deck along the wooden ladder, a voice full of arrogance sounded.

"These people..."

"Who we work with?"

On the box in the middle of the deck, a little boy wearing sunglasses sits on.

Although it is also a suit with sunglasses, the boy is like the difference between a master and a servant compared to the 'professional team' behind Wesker.

Seeing these 'professional teams', a nameless anger erupted in Dover's heart!

He once had such a subordinate, but was later abandoned by that stupid father. Then, when he returned to the Holy Land, these former 'slaves' were already with a high-minded face, and even chased and killed themselves in turn...

"It's too weak,"

With a cold snort, a strange momentum erupted with Dover as the center!

Roar –

This momentum was so intense that in the eyes of a group of black-suited guards who had just stepped on the deck, a ghostly face of Poryasha was vividly configured, and a black-red aura full of negative thoughts such as twisted, ferocious, and destructive surged towards them.

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In an instant, the faces of the several guards who had suffered this domineering impact turned snow-white, and their hands and feet trembled as if they did not belong to them.

Even the merchant Wesker, who was blocked by them, felt his heart palpitate and tremble, and he almost fainted after suffocation.

"Okay, don't scare anyone."

I don't know if it's been a few seconds or a few minutes... No, not even for a second, the sweat completely wet the white shirt under the black suit!

Fortunately, a small figure stood in front of everyone, and this strange momentum slowly disappeared.

Knock, knock, knock,

Amid a series of knees slamming on the deck, the 'professional team' hired by Wesker fell to their knees, pale and sweating, as if they would fall to the ground in the next second.

"Boredom,"

Jumping off the box, Dover put his hands in his pockets and walked to the cabin at the front of the deck without looking back.

"The rest is up to you."

Although Dover's overlord domineering can only be actively activated for a moment, no one else knows about this kind of thing except Rosie. So in the eyes of the black suit hired by Wesker, the little boy in sunglasses was simply -

"Monster..."

A black suit muttered involuntarily, and the next second reacted, and quickly lowered his head and shut up.

"Huh, monster?"

Rosie glanced at the black suit with a smile, which made the hearts of the others tighten, for fear that he would suddenly burst out and kill people!

"It's too much to say, there are so many real monsters on this sea. Our brothers are just children—"

The devil believes it!!

A man quietly appeared behind everyone, and at some point touched the captain's weapon;

A murderous aura like a Shura evil ghost, just by looking at his eyes, he made everyone who had trained almost faint.

Who would dare to think that these two guys were just kids?!

"Look, this is the sample."

Rosie, who had once again flexed his muscles, walked over to the box where Dover was sitting just now, picked up a crowbar and opened the box, revealing the gray-white ore inside.

Distillerite, an ore from the Great Route.

Crafted weapons are known for their sophistication and are a very popular ingredient.

Of course, like the 'dynamite rocks' that Rossi found on the ship, these so-called 'distillerite ores' are nothing more than inferior ores with a lot of impurities. But even if it is a defective product, the price is very good.

Otherwise, the aristocratic captain who had already fed the fish in the past would not have traveled thousands of miles from the great route to transport it, even if it was smuggling contraband, it would have to be disguised.

When it was his turn to be in his domain, Wesker, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, immediately became serious.

He took a few steps forward, first knocked the ore, then took out a lens and put it on the ore to look closely, and finally even scraped a little powder with his fingernails and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it's an iron ore indeed."

"And it's of good quality, if the ship is full of goods of this quality, I can eat them all."

With that, the merchant stretched out his hand and held up two fingers.

"Twenty million Baileys,"

As soon as this number came out, the eyes of those 'professional teams' behind him lit up under their sunglasses.

Then they have reined in their minds, and the transactions between customers and others have nothing to do with them.

They are professional 'security' companies, and if they are tempted by the customer's transaction, then the bowl of rice will definitely not be able to eat.

And for Wesker:

Heaven and earth conscience, this price is absolutely 'fair'.

After selling these goods, Wesker can only earn a 'measant' 10 million!

However, Rosie, who was standing in front of the box, just smiled and looked at him-

···

grunt

After swallowing a little saliva, Wesker twitched.

"Twenty-five million..."

···

Facing the silent Rossi, Wesker sighed, and his face was relieved.

"Two thousand eight hundred—"

"No,"

Rosie interrupted his offer,

"Twenty-five million, that's it."

"This is our first 'collaboration,' but it will never be the last, Mr. Wesker."

The first transaction, as long as it is not cheated by someone to make several times the difference, it is good.

Rosie had already quietly inquired about the price of the iron ore, and twenty-five million was not the real price of the cargo, but with him and Dover, they had no ability to sell the ore at the market price.

After all, the disadvantage of two small children is too great!

It can deter businessmen who spare their lives, but it may not be able to deter outlaws who are not afraid of death.

After a long time, as long as the 'details' of the two are exposed, they will immediately be wiped out by the extreme, the family, and even the official.

"It's a pleasure to work with,"

Facing Rossi's outstretched right hand, Wesker was stunned for a moment, and then also stretched out his right hand.

"It's a pleasure to work with."

In front of him is obviously a little boy, but to Wesker it feels like he is playing with a mature and experienced captain.

This person's future is limitless!