Pirates Never Work Overtime

Chapter 111 Part-time 'Watchman'

Magellan froze for a moment, showing a surprised expression that I heard correctly.

He didn't expect Moores to agree so happily, after all, his opponent was the butcher Shileu of the Rain.

He looked Moers up and down again, and after confirming that he was serious, he spoke slowly with a hint of approval in his tone.

"Shiliu should still be honing his sword skills in the LV5 extreme cold hell. Later, I will let Hannibal take you there directly, and then it will be up to you."

"Practice knife skills, hasn't that guy received any news yet?" Moores was a little surprised. Didn't he say that he had been sentenced to death before? How could he be allowed to continue to torture and kill prisoners.

Magellan patiently explained: "You may have misunderstood, all of this was announced secretly by the world government, and no one except you and I know this order, including Shiliu himself."

This is also the reason he told Hannibal before that he didn't notify Shiliu. He was worried that the two would fight directly at the port after they met. However, even if Moers successfully shot Shiliu to death, the result would not be in line with the original intention of the World Government, and everything would be worthless by then.

"Is that so? It really fits the character of those guys, it's really annoying."

Hearing Moores' complaints, Magellan didn't comment much, although he thought so too.

"Aren't you affected by my gas, Mers?"

Looking at Mers who had taken off his gas mask, Magellan was amazed, as if he had discovered a new world.

"Are you talking about that?" Picking up the gas mask beside him, he waved it a few times at the green smoke floating in the air, blocking my view.

Seeing that Magellan nodded, he slowly said in a nonchalant tone: "Except for blocking the line of sight, everything else is fine, um! As for the influence, the smell is a bit special. I thought it was yours." What about the aromatherapy! I have to say that the taste is very unique."

"Aromatherapy?" Who would use this color of aromatherapy? Magellan was speechless. It was the first time someone was completely unaffected by his poisonous gas. It seems that his new warden is not bad. situation has arisen.

"These poisonous smog are the side effects of my eating devil fruit, sorry, they are completely out of my control."

"Are there any side effects? It seems that the fruit has a strong ability! Even the side effects seem to be afraid."

The two of them stopped talking about business affairs, and instead chatted casually on this topic. Those who didn't know thought that the two were friends for many years.

It didn't take long for Hannibal to hold a stack of documents, without knocking on the door, and just pushed it open, and broke into Magellan's meeting room with his head raised proudly.

"Bastard! You can't even knock on doors now! Hannibal!" Seeing Hannibal's appearance, Magellan felt that he had lost face in front of Moores, and immediately reprimanded him.

"This will be my office soon. There's no reason to knock on the door when I return to my office. You must redecorate it after I move in. Such good furniture is polluted by your nasty poisonous gas."

Because of his sight, Hannibal didn't see Mers at all, so he argued directly with Magellan as usual.

While talking, he handed the documents in his hand to Magellan, "The group of prisoners has been handed over, and they are much stronger than I imagined. It seems that the next few floors can severely replenish a batch of labor. By the way, Smoker That guy seems to be in a real hurry this time, he just slipped away after handing over, not even waiting for the companion who came with him, fortunately I got him a box of good cigars!"

While talking, he habitually looked at Magellan's office again. The more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it became. He made up his mind that as long as he was promoted, he must renovate it and replace it with his own pharaoh style. That is the romance of a man.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something again: "By the way, didn't you take away that colonel named 'White Snake'? Don't care about the face of the navy!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Hearing a sudden coughing sound from behind, Hannibal was startled, and quickly turned his head to take a look.

It was also at this time that he realized that Moers was sitting on the sofa behind him. He immediately looked embarrassed, not knowing what to say, and gave Magellan a hard look.

Turning around, I realized that Moores was not wearing a gas mask, and he was still able to wave to himself in the office surrounded by poisonous gas. He was shocked by him for a while, and this guy was completely unaffected by Magellan gas. Impact.

Magellan was really afraid that Hannibal would make a joke, pointed at Hannibal, and hurriedly said:
"You should have seen it just now. This guy is Hannibal and the two women before are the backbone of the advancing city. Afterwards, you can leave things to them. In the advancing city, you only need to ensure that there will be no riots and living conditions." It is enough not to deteriorate, and of course the most important thing is to ensure that no one escapes from the prison in Advance City, just break our iron law."

"Yes, I know."

Looking at the stable appearance of the young guy in front of him, who could already be on an equal footing with himself despite his young age, Magellan suddenly said with emotion:
"I'm really old, and the future depends on you young people! I heard that there is no Hannibal."

Moers smiled and didn't answer, but instead asked, "Then, will Deputy Director Hannibal take me there?"

"Me? What are you talking about, where are you going?" Hannibal was a little confused for a moment, completely unable to understand what the two of them were saying.

Magellan shook his head helplessly, Hannibal is really uneasy sometimes, he patted the table lightly to attract Hannibal's attention again.

"Next, Colonel Moores will serve as the Warden in Advance City. You also have to take a hard trip and bring the new 'Warden' to hand over the relevant procedures with Shiliu. If the right person delivers it to you, you will come back directly. I have something to ask you to do, do you hear me?"

Hannibal was even more confused. How could he advance the city to change the warden? Why didn't he get any news!Suddenly thought of something, he opened his mouth and asked, "What about you? When will you get out, I'm already ready to take office, and I've even arranged my future work plan."

"Pfft!"

Moores couldn't bear it anymore. Hannibal's 'ambition' was really blatant, and he didn't hide it at all. I don't know how Magellan endured it.

As if hearing what Moores was thinking, Magellan took a deep breath.

Take another breath!
Bang!

"Shut up, Hannibal!"

In the end, he still couldn't hold back, and he jumped over the large desk and came to Hannibal's side in an instant, and his huge fist shook Hannibal's head firmly.

"Damn, I'm really poisoned! Magellan, you guys are playing for real! Hurry up and save me!"

Seeing Hannibal's skin turning purple and foaming at the mouth slowly falling down, Moers not only didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart, but wanted to laugh instead.

The corner of Moers' mouth twitched, and he forced a smile to ask: "Is this really good, Director Magellan, he looks like he's about to die!"

"It's okay, he's used to it, just wait and feed some medicine and wait for a while! But it looks like you have to wait a little longer, go ahead and drink a cup of tea!"

As he spoke, he lifted Hannibal up from the ground, skillfully took out a tube of potion from his waist, and poured it into Hannibal's mouth, completely ignoring whether he felt uncomfortable or not.

Moers smiled and picked up the cold teacup in front of him, and took a sip slowly as if watching a good show.

After Magellan finished taking the medicine, he shook Hannibal in the air several times before throwing Hannibal to the ground as if to relieve his anger, as if letting Hannibal to fend for itself.

Sitting back behind the desk again, he looked at Moores with a wry smile on his face: "I'm sorry to be a little impulsive, but this guy is a loyal and responsible warden in other respects, even better than me. good."

After finishing speaking, he was still worried that Moers would not believe him, so he slowly told the story of Hannibal while Hannibal was still awake.

　Sorry, bosses, I originally planned to write two chapters, but unfortunately, except for some problems at work, I can only write one chapter today
　　
　
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