One Piece: The Long Road

I really want to finish Alabatan quickly so that I can set sail by myself.

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As soon as he returned to the warship, Simon noticed the fearful eyes looking at him from all around him, and didn't care, he directly put the unconscious living mouth in front of Smog, and said indifferently: "This looks like a captain, Maybe you can ask for information about the Baroque work club."

Smog nodded when he heard the words, glanced at the man who fell into a coma, then looked at Simon, who was covered in blood, his forehead wrinkled slightly, and said, "The smell of blood on your body is too heavy, hurry up and wash it off. Bar."

Looking down at his clothes that kept oozing blood, Simon nodded undeniably, and immediately, a little hesitation appeared on his face, he raised the famous knife in his hand - Qingshui, and looked away slightly. , said lightly: "This knife, maybe that idiot woman will like it."

After he finished speaking, he pressed the knife directly on the table next to Smog's chair, and then hurriedly walked towards the cabin, as if he wanted to get rid of the uncomfortable sticky feeling, and seemed to be unable to stand his performance just now. , escaped here.

"Really..." Looking at the back that was walking towards the cabin very quickly, Smog rolled his eyes rarely, and then returned to his ruthless look, Shen Sheng ordered his subordinates standing aside to tie the live mouth captured by Simon. above the main pole.

The information about the Baroque and the Straw Hats from Whiskey Mountain has always been of great interest to Smoker, so he is eager to get useful information from this live port, and let his subordinate black phone bugs have been in a state of intercepting the conversation. .

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As soon as he entered the cabin, Simon walked straight to the bathroom, simply rinsed the blood from his body, changed into a featureless black suit, and only took a while to walk towards the deck again.

As soon as they got to the deck, there was an obsessive, crisp female voice in my ears.

"It's so beautiful. This famous sword, Qingshui, is indeed a great waterway. I just came here and saw such a famous sword immediately."

Simon looked at the sound, and found that Dusky pushed his glasses to his forehead, looking at the clear water with a look of obsession, and occasionally made bursts of admiration.

Seeing Dashiqi's obsessed expression, Simon closed his eyelids helplessly, sighed lowly, and immediately walked towards Smog.

"How is it?" Simon asked bluntly when he walked to Smoker's side.

"Ah." Smog responded indifferently, turned his head and glanced at Simon, and then cast his eyes on the man tied to the main pole again, and said lightly: "No, Baroque members are very strict with their mouths. Well, I only know that this man is called Mr.11, but this is a criminal organization secretly, but on the surface it seems to be a bounty hunter, that's all we know."

"Really." Simon glanced coldly at Mr.11. With a little understanding of Smog's interrogation methods, it was also expected to get this result. Perhaps the killings over the past year have produced his own character. Change, Simon did not agree with Smog's torture methods. For forcing out the information he wanted, he always advocated only one method, that is to give a stick first, then a stick, and finally a stick.

Looking at Mr.11, whose face was terrified because he saw him at this time, Simon's mouth twitched coldly, his palms stretched back, and he pulled out the nameless epee, one step at a time, he was tied to the main pole. Mr.11 above walked over and said, "Leave it to me."

Seeing that Simon was not afraid of trouble and planned to ask himself, Smog had no objection. He responded casually, and then sat down in his exclusive seat. During the questioning just now, he got a piece of information, that is, this surface belongs to Bounty hunter, but secretly it is a criminal organization. As far as this information is concerned, Smaller directly judged that the Straw Hats have nothing to do with this criminal organization. If so, then there is no need to care too much. .

"Then, you'd better be honest." With a sudden swing of the heavy sword in his hand, a gust of wind blew, and the sword's edge hovered in front of Mr.11's forehead, Simon said in a cold tone: "I don't want to ask you questions, Say all the information you know about the Baroque, but it's best not to mix it up with false content, if I find out, then, sorry, you don't have a second chance."

Hearing these icy words, Mr.11 had a look of fear on his face, and his immobilized body suddenly stiffened. He absolutely had reason to believe that even without the restraint of the rope, his limbs would not be able to move. After the man in front of him used the murder method, a heavy shadow inevitably formed in Mr.11's heart. This man is simply a devil.

"I said, it's just that I'm just a low-level spy, so I don't know much about the Baroque Work Society, but I will tell everything I know." In the psychology of threatening his own life and fear Under the state, Mr.11 did not cause the language confusion and cohesion because of these two factors, but narrated in a clear and fast speed.

"Because the motto of the Baroque Work Club is mysterious, the members do not know each other's identities at all. All I know is that the senior agents are all codenamed by numbers. The lower the number, the stronger the strength. Mr.0 It is our president, no one knows his name and appearance, except for his partner Miss. AllSunday knows that every numbered spy has a partner, but it is only limited to senior spy whose number is within 6. Although I also have a serial number, I am considered a spy, but I belong to that kind of low-level spy and may be replaced by hundreds of millions of elders below the spy level at any time, that's all I know."

After finishing the information he knew in one breath, Mr.11 carefully glanced at Simon, who was in deep thought. For fear that the other party would not say a word, he swung his sword over.

Hearing the information from the man who claimed to be Mr.11 in front of him, Simon suddenly pondered. Referring to the known information, this Baroque work place has always been filled with a mysterious atmosphere, and it is impossible to judge the purpose of this criminal organization. what.

Withdrawing the heavy sword, Simon asked coldly again: "So, how do you communicate information to each other? And what is the form of the next task? What kind of task do you have at present?"

After a few questions, Mr.11's forehead burst into cold sweat, and he hurriedly replied: "It is said that the tasks given to the high-level spy are carried out by two animals in person, and a low-level spy like me is only given an order from above. The current task is to go to Alabasta to meet, and it does not say what to do.”

"Old Smoking Gun, what's your opinion?" After listening to what Mr.11 said, Simon turned his head to look at Smog~www.readwn.com~ who was looking at him indifferently.

Putting the cigar in his mouth on the table, Smoker didn't care. He didn't take this so-called criminal organization into his heart at all. He came to the great channel for only one purpose.

"I have no opinion. The purpose of coming to the Great Waterway is to arrest the Straw Hats. Judging from the information I have now, it can only be judged that the Straw Hats are only dealing with this organization that is ostensibly a bounty hunter. As long as the two If it's not involved, then don't worry too much." As the plain words fell, Smaller looked at Simon.

Hearing Smog's words, Simon suddenly realized that he came to the great channel just to catch up with Luffy, to see his true thoughts, but he got information about the Baroque Works on Whiskey Mountain, plus Luffy's group I have also fought against this organization, so I thought that as long as I found out about this organization, I might be able to find the whereabouts of Luffy's group.

However, according to what this low-level spy said, it seems that there is no fake information in it. For such a mysterious organization, it is difficult to get the traces of Luffy's gang from here. Maybe, Luffy is just with whiskey. On the surface, it was only an organization of bounty hunters who fought.

Shaking his head slightly, and throwing the thoughts out of his head, Simon sighed, "Indeed, as long as you don't have anything to do with Luffy's group, it doesn't matter. As long as you continue sailing, you will meet them."

As soon as Simon finished speaking, a hurried voice came from the deck.

"Colonel Smog, the black phone bug intercepted a radio wave just now, vaguely mentioning the Straw Hats." A navy with a black phone bug on his wrist reported very quickly.

Hearing what the navy said, Simon and Smog glanced at each other, and their expressions changed slightly.