I'm a pirate

"The treasure chest contains a lot of Berry jewels, and most importantly, a demon fruit inside!"

"It's a pity that I have a lot of people from above under me, or I'd be rich, and I'm not happy to think about it!"

"That bailey reward from above is nothing!"

Said Carney loudly, full of whining, resentment, discontent, and stuttering.

"It was pretty over the top, so what happened?" Carlos followed his lead.

"And then later, Chief John himself came to take the things away with him."

Chapter 3: The Department of Special Supermen (above)

"Patriarch John? You're drunk, kid, it's Clan Chief Mike, right."

Clan Chief John was one of the five mafias of the West Coast, the Godfather, not called by any clan chief.

Boss Carney froze, as if he was controlling his brain to think, before nodding his head.

Clan Chief Mike was the head of the Mafia to which Carlos belonged, and while it was nothing in the West Sea, and even less in the world, it was the real big man in Iron Island, and even the City Lord, the head of the Steel Self-Defense Army, and Lieutenant Colonel Downey of the Iron Island Naval Division sometimes had to sell it three times over!

After confirming the news, Carlos' eyes flashed, his face clouded, and after one breath he drank the red wine in his glass, his hand bursting with strength, crushing the glass made of red wine in his hand in passing!

Fuck it!

He'll take the Devil's Fruit!

He'll fight even if it means risking death!

The Devil's Fruit can grant people great strength, he himself carries martial arts skills don't know if he has reached the limit, and don't know where the limit is Even if he is willing to be ordinary, this is not a peaceful world, without power you can't even think of being ordinary, just a little storm is enough to break your family!

He hates laughing idiots, he Lucifer Carlos has never been self-reliant, never trusting his future, destiny, peril to the kindness and protection of others, he is always the most reliable!

Having made up his mind and looking drunk, Carlos leaned over with a bottle of wine with a smile on his face and hooked up with it, but his hand came to a point on the back of his neck and pressed hard, and Carney was instantly passed out and would have been royally drunk as well.

Then Carlos walked around the tavern to make sure that everyone wasn't drunk and still conscious enough to pass out without a sound.

The Shamrock Tavern was a private tavern, not open to outsiders, only served mafia members, had private rooms, and of course you had to pay for them, but they were much cheaper and only charged cost.

There were too many drunk people here, every day when there were no combat missions, and the tavern staff had already seen them, much less dealt with them, but they would wake up the next day anyway, and the tavern staff would clean up after them.

Of course, the tavern staff would sometimes come in, get a drink, and see if they had any orders.

So to be on the safe side, Carlos made sure everyone wasn't conscious, found one about his size, and changed into his clothes to lie on the table with Carney, adjusting his orientation to make sure that anyone who happened to come in wouldn't see the face.

Finally, after washing his cold face to refresh himself and remove the smell of alcohol, he changed his clothes and left the Clover Tavern secretly over the wall.

His target is the villa inhabited by the Mafia Mike clan, and you wouldn't trust something as valuable as devil's fruit if you didn't keep it around!

At least with the wealth, strength, and status of the Mike clan, I'd be relieved to keep them close by, they're not just Tritons who take demon fruit for fun and feed it to their slaves, they're not on the same level!

Late at night, there are not many people on the street with the bright lights, it is not difficult to avoid the sight of others as long as they are careful, it is really not possible to avoid, and with the hat down, others cannot see his face.

The Mike clan's influence is everywhere on the Iron Island, but the main area is still in the eastern part of the Iron Island, the Mike clan's villa is on a small hill in the east, with the sea at its back, and is heavily guarded, with a guard post from the foot of the hill.

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the bottom of the hill and see if you can find a way to get to the bottom of the hill, but you can't. Carlos came to the bottom of the hill and observed the distribution of the guards at night, so he had a good idea.

Before thinking of victory, first think of defeat, a person before doing anything better to find a good way out, so that not to say invincible, at least a comeback is easier, not so easy to lose a little life!

So, Carlos left the foot of the mountain, changed his bearings, and circled around to the back of the mountain with the sea at his back.

The height of this mountain was only a hundred meters out, the back mountain was a cliff, it was difficult to climb, the success rate of sneaking in from here would be much higher, and it was also suitable for retreat.

Bright moonlight sprinkled on the ocean reflecting soft light, the yellow sandy beach, a black figure quickly running on the beach, and soon came to the bottom of the cliff at an angle of almost ninety degrees.

This person is exactly Carlos, only Carlos took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, fingers bent in the shape of an eagle claw, forcefully clasped on the wind and rain on top of the rock, puff five fingers like an iron hook deep in the rock, then the climbing began.

The speed of climbing is very fast, with the claw strength of the five fingers, strong lower plate, Carlos only took less than five minutes to come to the top of the mountain, and then a slight rest for a minute before carefully towards the manor not far away, which is illuminated by fire.

The guards behind this villa were a lot looser than at the foot of the hill, and those guards were still paddling, chatting, drinking, smoking, and on extremely low alert, with clearly too many days of peace and quiet.

Carlos didn't alert them, scaling the wall and sneaking secretly into the estate, lurking in the shadows of an avenue, waiting for the object to be hooked up

About ten minutes later, Carlos in the shadows saw a blonde haired middle-aged man with two sidekicks walk over under the lights, judging from the clothing the middle-aged man should not belong to the mafia, but rather the housekeeping staff of the manor, while the other two were authentic mafia.

The time to make a move had come!

When the trio reached attack range, Carlos lunged out of the shadows and attacked from behind, his eagle claws probing out to grab the necks of the two mafiosi behind him.

The two mafia members felt that something was wrong, their necks had just turned back a little, the cold eagle claws had pressed on their necks, and the two clicked in a sharp pain, and their figures fell down softly.

Killing this kind of thing, after being in the mafia for more than half a year and becoming a small leader, Carlos was already no stranger to it.

In a flash cleanly killed two people, the middle-aged sensing the change just wanted to yell, a pistol was already on his head, had to swallow back the cry for help.

"Don't turn around, now I ask, you answer!"

"Hullo this lord, please speak." The middle-aged man couldn't help but swallow and speak in a whisper.

"Where exactly does your Mike chief live on this property?"

"The scandal is up front, I'll confirm it myself."

"If you're found to be lying, and I'm not dead, you'll die a horrible death!"

The cold and ruthless voice made the middle-aged man tremble, and he was busy throwing away those small thoughts of his and told all that he knew.

"The patriarch lives on the top floor of the villa, but since the patriarch has several wives, there is no regularity as to where he rests."

"There may be a pattern, but I'm not qualified to know in my position."

"Thank you!"

"No,"

Ka-chow!

Bones cracked and the middle-aged man's eyes dilated violently from the pain, and the next moment he lost consciousness completely.

"I didn't say I wouldn't kill you, such a thing, anyone who meets me, whether they have a photo or not, will die!"

"The difference is just the pain of death, at least you didn't die from me using my Eagle Claw Kung Fu to split your tendons and crush your bones all over your body."

Cold and decisive words were whispered, and the three bodies were quickly propelled into the shadows.

"God help me, that devil fruit really was there, and it wasn't eaten, and it was taken with McMoses as I expected."

As the words fell, in the darkness of the night, Carlos lurked cautiously and patiently towards the large, luxurious villa, five stories high and covering thousands of square kilometers of land