Port of Hope,

It didn't matter what the city was called in the past, because the past had been reduced to dust with the strategies of the Vince Mock family.

Now it's called 'Port of Hope', which is a straightforward expression of the wishes of the people who live here.

"Here, today's pay."

Although food was temporarily 'rationed', the revolutionary army would still give a certain amount of bailey to the workers.

You can buy some daily necessities such as cloth and coal, or you can choose to drink a low-quality beer to relieve the fatigue of the day.

"Malik foreman, let's go have a drink?"

Taking a few Baileys, the thick-handed, shy workers extended an invitation to their manager, but the stout foreman just smiled and shook his head.

"No, I have something."

"Go and drink, don't delay going to work tomorrow."

The invited worker wanted to say something, but was dragged away by other workers next to him with his arms around his neck.

"Let's go, let's go!"

"You don't know that the foreman likes Philippa at the Flame Tavern?"

"He knows a fart, he's only been running away from us for a few days..."

As a group of workers who hooked their shoulders and went to the 'Pig and Whistle' tavern for a drink, the foreman who had carefully checked today's project also put away the notebook in his hand and walked towards the Flame Tavern.

The Flame Tavern is an industry under the umbrella of the Flame Chamber of Commerce.

The leader of their chamber of commerce survived the Beihai Rebellion a year ago, and he also took the opportunity to expand a lot of territory, even in a rebuilding city like Port Hope.

Of course, it's not the same as the 'Pig and the Whistle', where there are only a few barrels of low-quality beer and a small and dark space.

The Flame Tavern was much more imposing, with a new oak floor clearly showing rings of annual rings, surrounded by white candles burning on solid wood candlesticks wrapped in white tin.

Whether it was the seat or the floor, a layer of crimson cloth was laid, so that the sturdy foreman who entered the door subconsciously patted the sawdust on the canvas trousers.

"Haha, Malik, you're looking for Philippa again?"

In the hall sat several merchants who traveled between several nearby cities, all of whom were merchants with considerable assets. - Of course, they don't dare to do such a thing as price gouging.

Those who dare to do this have already hung up their street lights.

"Ahem, good evening gentlemen~~"

The stout foreman bowed, clumsy like a bear, causing several merchants in the hall to laugh again.

"Malik,"

While the tavern was in a cheerful atmosphere, a young girl with an apron on her chest stepped out from behind.

"Why did you come here again?"

The girl has long wavy pink hair and freckles on her cheeks, which is not beautiful, but she is better than young. Seeing the sturdy foreman twisting at the door, he waved helplessly.

"Since you're here, help me peel potatoes."

Although the girl's tone was full of impatience, it still made the face of the foreman who did not know where to put his hands and feet with joy, and immediately followed the girl to the back kitchen, and slapped his chest loudly.

"I'm the best at peeling potatoes! When I was in my hometown..."

"This poor man,"

Several merchants in the hall couldn't help but shake their heads, they could naturally see that the girl was just using Malik as a free laborer, but the simple-minded big guy was willing to do it.

"Love is blind, and lovers can't see the stupid things they do."

Others shook their heads and read out the famous psalms, and to the compliments of others, the subject soon turned to the poet's hometown.

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The back kitchen of the Flame Tavern,

The sturdy foreman of the 'licking dog' in the eyes of many merchants in the hall stood proudly, but it was his 'goddess' tavern waiter who stood by with a respectful face.

"Lord Greg, all 5 CP9 agents are in place, waiting for your instructions."

In a small kitchen: sitting cross-legged on the cutting board, hanging one hand in front of the kitchen wall, standing upside down on the ceiling... Forced into six people of different shapes.

"Target No. 2 The Don Quixote brothers have made contact with Target No. 1, should they do it now?"

Faced with the questioning of the fearless CP9 members, the sturdy foreman who was called 'Greg' by the girl disguised as a waitress swept his gaze.

"Where's your chief, Spandain?"

For such a big thing, this generation of CP9 is almost fully dispatched, but Spandain, who is the chief of CP9, was not present?

"Uh... The chief was not well fed with water and soil, and turned back to Justice Island halfway through. ”

The long-haired pink girl whose real name is 'Grandma of the Mountain',Reluctantly reported to the legendary CP0 in front of her.。 Since the virtue of the patriarch, he will rob if he has merit, flee when he is in trouble, lick if he has a dragon, and get sick if he is in danger...

It's also a superb.

However, people have won the trust of the high-level of the world government, and their status is far from being comparable to those agents who can only 'fight and kill'.

"Not adapted?!"

Even the well-informed CP0, Greg was shocked by Spandain's shamelessness, and thought about it:

Old fox!

This time, it is the naval rebel who is about to be promoted to the rank of admiral. D. Dragon'. Whether he can win or not, even the captain of CP0 has no idea.

Even if you win, if you crash into Monchi · D. Karp's hand, he beat him violently... It's even possible to kill them directly!

And the two 'Don Quixote'... Although it is a Draco person who has been 'removed', the Draco people are Draco people. The fate of these 'slaves' who dare to use the knife against their master will never be wonderful.

Even if it's just the 'former' owner!

What's more, there are still a lot of 'Don Quixote' in the Holy Land, if those Celestial Dragons are held accountable, the person who does it will definitely die, and he will die a miserable death.

Thinking so, Greg, the leader of CP0 disguised as a strong foreman, looked at the members of 'CP9' in front of him.

Spandyne's absence may be a good thing.

Let these unwitting fellows bear the charge of hurting the 'Descendants of God'!

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The next day, the pier.

"Are you leaving so soon?"

Tyri Kildeo, who was wearing a bear helmet, looked at Dover in front of him in a pink feather coat, and Rosie, who was wearing a black feather coat, and smashed the dead leaf cigarette in his mouth.

"I'm not a 'comrade', but thank you again for your assistance."

Without the constant flow of materials from the Don Quixote family, the reconstruction of the city would not have been possible. It makes sense that Kildeo has to thank each other.

"You're welcome, you deserve it."

If Rosie wants to be like the man in front of him, who has great strength but is willing to be poor and willing to serve the people, Rosie can't do it, but it doesn't prevent him from respecting such a person.

"Gone, Rosie."

And Dover didn't feel any of this, and his greatest wish was to pull the Draconians of the Holy Land down from the altar.

"Brother Dover, Brother Rosie~~"

On the side of the merchant ship, Guladius waved to the two men.

Although he is only six years old, after a year of training, a dozen or so big men are not his opponents.

If you use artillery, you can send a shipload of pirates to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.

"Let's go back quickly, the bread on the ship is about to vomit."

"What is this, we didn't even have bread to eat."

Patting Guladius by the hedgehog hair, Rossi looked up at a fat sailor on deck.

"Raise the sails, pull the anchor, and let's go home—"

"Oh,"

The honest fat sailor nodded, pulling the cable hard, and the other sailors on the ship also moved, allowing the giant merchant ship to slowly withdraw from the harbor.

As for the half-harvested pirate ship, it was given to the city as a means of transportation.

The sea wind was strong, and the sails on the three masts were full of wind, and they swelled fullly, strongly propelling the merchant ship to sail forward at high speed in the middle of the sea.

Compared to the slow time, the speed is much faster now.

As a city that is still being rebuilt, Hope Port has no goods that can be taken out for sale, so Rossi and the others sailed empty on the return trip!

In the eyes of most maritime merchants, this is a painful waste, so they will not come to Hope Port to do business.

The merchant ship was undulating in the wind and waves, and the turbulence was enough to make ordinary people who were not familiar with the sea vomit, even the sailors hired by the Don Quixote family did not look good.

The only people who can walk around leisurely are strong people like Rosie and Dover, who are leaning on the side of the fort, and Guladius is still chattering and eating:

"Although my sister's skills are also good, sure enough, it is Aunt Jora's cooking skills that are the first in the family."

"I really want to go home soon, or maybe some enemies~~"

"Oh, then you're going to have your wish come true."

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Guladius glanced at the sailor next to him and frowned unhappily.

"What do you mean?"

"What he means is that you are going to die on this sea."

Another sailor next to him suddenly put down the workstation in his hand and got up, reaching out and tearing it in the face.

tearing,

His face was torn off, revealing another unfamiliar face underneath.

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"Enemy—"

Turning over and getting up, he instantly pulled out a flintlock pistol from his waist, and Guladius raised and pulled the trigger without even thinking about it.

Bang!

At the sound of a gunshot, buckshot smeared into the eyebrows of the 'torn' man, fully demonstrating Guladius' talent for shooting.

"Tsk, little ghost."

"If I hadn't kept the 'iron block', I would have almost suffered a loss."

bite

In the man's unpleasant voice, the lead bullet that slammed into the shape of a small round cake fell, revealing the opponent's unscathed forehead.

tearing,

"It's a hassle to wear this,"

The other sailor also tore off her 'face', revealing her long, wavy pink hair, and it was unknown how she had tucked it into her hood.

"Hurry up and clean up these guys, and then go back and help the three adults of CP0 besiege the 'former vice admiral'."

As the five sailors tore off their disguises, an icy murderous aura spread across the deck.

"I'm sorry, Don Quixote Doflamingo, Don Quixote Rosinandi."

The leading man stepped forward and coldly announced in the face of the 'shocked' Dover and Rosie.

"This is the end of your journey!"

The world is so powerful that most people behave in the following way: find the enemy - kill the enemy - complete the mission.

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In addition, the strong are basically 'blood cows', and the positive hard bar is the habit of most people.

Even the CP9, which claims to be an assassination agency, is the same way, and killing all the enemies is their 'assassination' habit.

"Really?"

Rosie, who was 'surprised and inexplicable' before, rubbed her face,

"I didn't expect you to jump out on your own so quickly, so let's start too."

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Port of Hope,

In one of the tallest rock-cut buildings in the middle of the city, Monchi · D. Long was carefully reviewing the documents in his hand, completely unaware of the sudden appearance of a man in a white suit and a mask behind him.

"Finger Gun, Red Lotus Boom!"

In the eyes of passers-by on the street outside, the rock building suddenly 'bulged', and then countless debris of earth that had been nearly lavaized by the strong impact suddenly erupted.

Countless molten rocks roared out in all directions like cannonballs, like heavy artillery bombardment!

The whole building disappeared directly, and there was an unfathomable pit with a radius of ten meters in place!

And at the edge of the crater, the white suit with the mask let out an exclamation of disbelief.

"Damn, it's a puppet!"