I'm a pirate

The West Sea Mafia had an extremely large amount of power in this sea, and could even be said to be the true ruler of the West Sea, except for the navy that had the world government's back, which was more scrupulous, the other forces were not very scrupulous, and the pirates that traversed the West Sea were no exception.

The West Sea Mafia not only had ties with various dark forces, including pirates, but also with the governments of various countries and the officials of the world, which could be described as black and white!

Carlos had been in the Mafia for more than half a year and knew more or less about the West Sea Mafia's information.

The five major mafia families in the West Sea were the Capone family in the north, the John family in the south, the Ferro family in the east, the Charlie family in the west, and the Gambino family in the middle.

These five major families had a great influence on the islands that they directly managed, as well as the islands where their affiliated forces intervened.

Iron Island is of the second type, the islands interfered by the John family's affiliated mafia family, the Mike family, this type of island, although they can not completely control, but also can do stomp their feet, Iron Island will tremble three!

The Mafia is tightly organized and hierarchical, from low to high, it is divided into peripheral members, full members, combatants, minor leaders, chiefs, clan leaders, and godfathers.

The peripheral members are thugs attached to the mafia, they do very miscellaneous, very rough and simple things, no fixed compensation, depending on the amount of merit to pay, the outstanding can be promoted to full members.

Full members can wear brown suits, carry swords and swords, and receive a fixed monthly pay of 50,000 Bailey, plus all sorts of extra income, such as rewards from their superiors, pensions, medical expenses, and so on.

Combatants are the elite members of the mafia, and can be armed with guns in addition to swords, black suits and brown capes, and receive a fixed pay of 100,000 bailey plus a variety of extra income.

The small leader is the bottom cadre of the mafia, can wear all kinds of clothes, no restrictions, wear weapons at will, fixed compensation 200,000 Bailey plus one percent of the profit share, of course, other benefits only better.

The first one is a fixed income of 500,000 Bailey plus three percent profit sharing; the first one is one million Bailey plus five percent profit sharing, and the first one is usually a direct descendant of a Mafia family.

The profit referred to here is the profit gained after a victory in a battle, not the profit of the Mafia family owning property.

Above the big head is the head of the large and small families, and then a layer above the godfather is actually also the head of the family, but is the head of the five major mafia families of the West Sea, in order to show that they are different and reflect their status, called the godfather, the five major families are the five godfathers!

There are generally fifty men under the small chiefs, made up of a mixture of regular members and combatants, the higher the proportion of combatants, the stronger the strength.

There were more than two hundred people under the leader's four minor leaders, and more than six hundred people under the three leaders under the major leader's hands.

This was the information that Carlos had learned about the Mafia family, and half a year to mix into a small leader was considered very good, and everyone below had to respectfully call the boss!

In fact, there was a 50% chance that Carlos could at least mix his way to the head position, or even a level higher, but due to wanting to hide his strength, Carlos didn't show his full strength.

The Carlos of today wasn't the same Carlos he once was, just wanting to become a full member of the mafia, he had much bigger ambitions!

Ambitions have sprouted, but due to their own strength and power they have not been able to fully bloom yet and need to grow over time!

Remembering the past, Carlos relaxed more and more and slowly fell asleep, sleeping into the evening, the sun setting, the sun remaining like blood.

"Boss Carlos, Boss Carlos,"

The shout came, waking the sleeping Lucifer Carlos, opened his eyes, yawned and turned to look behind him, a stout young man in a brown pair and a brown cloak standing a dozen meters smiling and far away calling out to him

"What's the matter, Noah, disturbing my master's sleep" Carlos got up a bit and was quite dissatisfied.

Noah, average-looking, his henchman, combatant, nicknamed Poison Mosquito, he was an accurate shot, a favorite for shady shots!

"Hey boss don't be mad, it's Boss Carney buying you a drink."

"He's buying, he's paying."

Finished, Noah added thoughtfully.

Carney, like him, was also a small mafia boss, under the same boss, and was on good terms with him, often drinking together.

But the guy had a bad habit of playing word games, especially on top of his drinking, and he didn't fail to wipe his ass for him, and his wallet was all thinner as a result.

"He's paying for it?"

"That's more like it. Finally, a conscience."

The guy was a bit more trustworthy, though he liked to cheat on his drink and said he'd still pay, but they'd long since distanced themselves.

"Call up the brothers who are free and go drinking with me!"

"Right, it's the same old place, isn't it?" Carlos said as soon as he left, and stretched his back.

Although Carlos was only fifteen years old this year, he was much taller than his age on Earth.

Carlos' face complexion all resembled that of a yellow man, one and a half meters tall, saber eyebrows, a high nose, thin lips, black crushed hair, black suit tailored to fit, vigorous, heroic temperament with a hint of laziness!

"Yes, boss, Clover Tavern." Noah curtsied slightly, restrained his smile, and replied respectfully.

The Boss was usually easy-going, but the Boss wasn't a nice guy, when the Boss was just a small leader, there were a lot of people who didn't like being led by a little kid, and that ended up tsk, tsk, old tragedy!

He'd been repaired too, well, he wasn't the happiest of the jumpers, and the grave grass was so dense.

"Make yourself at home, come with me and have a drink tonight!"

"Hey, yeah, boss."

"Watch me tonight, I'm open for business, I'll help the boss dump Boss Kearney and make him go under the table!"

"I'll see what happens then."

"I'll live up to the boss's expectations!"

As they spoke, the two of them drifted away, the shadows on the grass lengthening.

Late at night, Iron City, Clover Tavern, in the exclusive private room, a mafia member in a suit was drunk to death, only Carlos and another young man in a flowered shirt were still sitting at the wine table in the entire tavern, and they were still sparring.

"Carlos, I'll tell you a secret, you mustn't tell anyone oh" the young man in the flowered shirt was hazy drunk, and the wine was smokin' as he spoke.

"Secret?"

"Bullshit, what secrets can you kid have?"

"Hic don't tell me you found out who and who cheated with whom again, who and who stole who's woman again, how many times have I told you that kind of thing, I'm not interested."

Carlos blushed slightly, although a little dizzy, but still very clear consciousness, the golden bell had success, he was in good health, he was a big drinker, if he hadn't been drinking from dark until now in the middle of the night, he wouldn't have been dizzy, all of them were a bunch of drunkards, or not very drinkable drunkards.

"Not that kind of little secret this time, but about the secret treasure of the sea, the secret of the devil's fruit!"

Carlos's spirit was shaken, the alcohol had dissipated quite a bit, and he was much more serious, not moving, "Just blow it off, you kid still knows secrets about the Devil's Fruit?"

"Do you boy know the value of the Devil's Fruit?"

"That's a treasure worth at least a hundred million berries!"

"Looking down on who, this?" A drunken, disgruntled glance from Boss Carney.

"I told you,"

Boss Carney moved closer to Carlos and lowered his voice.

"Last night in our mafia territory, some wreckage floated by the shore I'm in charge of patrolling, and these wreckage contained some treasure chests."