Pirates: The Black Earl

"Let's go back to work, everything is business as usual, the focus is still on the selection of the best employee of the year, and I have my own methods for other things."

Hearing that, although Yakemai and others were puzzled, they could only nod their heads and leave the office.

When they left, the bookshelf behind Makar spun up abruptly in the sound of "clicking" gears. Akin sat on a chair with one hand propped up his chin, and followed the bookshelf platform to the direction facing the office.

"It must be the dark world giants mentioned by the master to do this kind of thing."

Ah Jin's tone was neither sad nor happy, and his golden skin made him reveal a faint light, like a god.

In this regard, Makar bowed slightly: "Yes, otherwise the suppliers alone would not have the courage to provoke Lord Lowett. The pressure to act on the forces under the king's Qiwuhai is huge!"

"Oh, there is no pressure."

Under Makar's strange gaze, Akin grinned.

"Dead people can't feel pressure."

hiss!

Suddenly taking a breath, Makar only noticed at this moment that the other black knight who should have also stayed in the secret room did not appear with Ah Jin!

Tick!

Standing up, Ah Jin walked to the window.

"Those people acted on us. The master's one-year agreement with BIGMOM was just the fuse. The slaughter and looting when the Baroque News Agency was established was the explosive barrel."

"Because we broke the rules and moved too many cakes with the help of legal plundering rights."

"So they chose to threaten us in this way, let us know that in their world, some things must be done according to the rules."

"Ah!"

Having seen too many powerhouses, Ah Jin has become more and more relaxed, similar to Lowett’s sense of majesty, but the fierceness buried in his bones destroyed this aura, making people dare not forget his former name. : Ghost!

With a scornful smile, A Jin said lightly.

"But is it necessary for us to play games with them?"

Bang! ! !

The voice fell, and the 26 area in the distance, the flames soared into the sky.

The mighty fire dragon ignited the mangrove rhizomes, and countless people screamed and fled, and the cries were continuous.

Makar knew that there happened to be one of the suppliers who refused to supply the paper mill in Chambord!

Too reckless!

He couldn't help but think.

"Underworld giants" is a collective term. They don't even know who they are doing. Doing so can easily arouse public outrage.

But then he clenched his fists.

It's so cool!

Not only does Makar's heart not resist, he has a kind of expectation!

"The Baroque News Agency has risen too fast, so this lifeline will be in the hands of others. After putting out the fire, ask about it. An abandoned factory with dead people can be a lot cheaper."

Akin's expression was indifferent, so Makar couldn't help but shiver.

"Yes!"

"In addition, after the notice, one will be burned every 3 hours."

"The goal is that they can figure it out on their own, as long as it is the factories of these ten suppliers."

Under Markal's trembling gaze, Akin gave a cruel order: "There is no need to solve the problem, only the people who have the problem."

"In this way, the black hand behind the scenes will soon be overwhelmed and will have to show up in person."

Speaking of this, A Jin smiled: "Is it much more convenient than you are investigating and collecting information step by step?"

"Yes."

The cold sweat soaked through his back clothes, and Makar finally found out why when his strength broke through and asked to follow Lowett, the adults would say that he was not qualified.

Even if he was born as a pirate, was a killer, or even received a **** transformation, Makar would still take his life seriously subconsciously.

I think it is my own kind, I will enjoy the pleasure of killing the same kind, I will feel compassion, and even feel the same.

And the Black Knight, obviously not!

They don't treat humans as ants, it's a kind of contempt with a recognized nature.

Do they treat humans as kitchen knives?

Even if the hand was accidentally scratched, the kitchen knife was irrelevant in their eyes.

Chambord Islands, area 11, chaotic zone.

"My lord, the concealer Gibson has promised to help us carry the arms into the Chambord field, and the first batch is on the road."

This is an extremely luxurious room.

Compared to the Risendal black market meeting room, the crystal chandelier is inlaid with gold foil, which makes the light in a fascinating bright gold. The antiques on the walls can make ordinary people work hard for three generations. , But here, they are not even properly disposed of, exposed to the sweet air filled with cigarettes and wine.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, on the goose yellow sofa, Field's chubby face arched against the chest of the exposed young woman. At the moment, he turned his head and pressed his ear to the chest full, sitting on the opposite side with the big horse gold knife in his hand. Umit of the wine glass said.

"Hey, hey, this guy Gibson, who doesn't want to work hard and wants benefits, it's really cheap for him."

The two women in red who accompanied the wine were sitting on both sides of Umit, their whole bodies almost pressed to Umit's chest, their cheeks were flushed, and their breath was blue.

It's a pity that Umit is not Fidel, and he doesn't even look at them, his expression is still fierce.

"After all, the opponent is Qiwuhai. It is natural for him who stepped into the coffin with half his foot to refuse to take risks."

After all, Umit asked.

"Are you sure you want to waste time here?"

"Just holding on to the newsprint can't force them to submit. What are you going to do next?"

"Ah, let me think about it."

Field smiled: "The news agency is nothing more than three important factors, word-of-mouth, news quality, and delivery channels."