The Pirate: The Black Duke

An invisible energy field floated out, and all the soldiers near the base were controlled. Reinhardt swaggered over. The gate of the base was closed. He commanded the soldiers guarding the door to open the gate of the base. After a while, walk away. Into the base.

Alternating hypnosis along the way, he came to a huge iron gate.

There was a roar inside the door, which seemed to be the noise of some kind of machine.

The surface of the door is sealed by some mechanical program, and there is a password on it.

After thinking about it, Reinhardt drew the nightmare and waved it lightly at the iron gate. Then countless smooth cracks appeared on the iron gate. With a click, the iron gate shattered into countless pieces and fell to the ground. There was a crisp sound.

The man who had been sitting in the base for research and work turned his head and glanced at Reinhardt. He was taken aback for a moment, but then he didn't say anything, he appeared very calm.

Seeing Reinhardt's straight-bladed knife inserted back into the sheath, he continued to lower his head to study, and said in a low voice: "Don't disturb my research work. Since you can sneak in secretly, then you can move freely by yourself. Those things, if you have the ability to carry them, just take them away."

He seemed to recognize Reinhardt's identity, so he didn't take any action.

Looking for the voice, Reinhardt saw a tall, middle-aged man with eyes.

He looks much younger than he thought. Although Begapunk’s age has always been very mysterious, he should not be less than 60 years old. He became famous many years ago, and his age is naturally not too young.

However, as the most versatile and terrifying scientist of mankind, he has done a good job of maintaining his body.

"Are you Begapunk?" Reinhardt looked at him for a while and asked.

Hearing these words, the middle-aged man put down the equipment he was controlling, then pushed his glasses, turned his head and looked at Reinhardt: "Vegapunk...hehe."

"I haven't used this name for a long time."

After hearing the man's words, Reinhardt Weiwei was taken aback for a moment: "Then what is your name?"

"Does the name matter?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Whether it is called Begapunk or Begapunk, they are nothing more than tool men, running dogs for the world government."

"Yes!" Seeing that Begapunk's temperament was so refreshing, Reinhardt also laughed, then took out a bottle of azure blue wine from his arms and threw it to Begapunk.

"But you scolded yourself hard enough. It seems that you have been locked up by the world government for a long time."

"Hehe." Begapunk took the bottle, took a sip, and said with a smile, "The world government hasn't restricted my freedom of life, at least in Mary Gioia, I am free."

"The difference between a bird being kept in a cage and being kept in the woods is that the latter is slightly larger. The bird is destined to fly in the sky."

Hearing this, Begapunk was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Haha, that's good, but I can't create this cage."

Reinhardt laughed, "Although your heroism and freedom are beyond my expectations, I like it very much. Even if you have been imprisoned here for so long, you can still maintain your scientific mentality."

"Hey, should I be downcast all day?"

"It was wasted time, irresponsible to myself, irresponsible to science."

"Furthermore, I am different from those old-fashioned scientists. I am a genius and hate rules and restraints the most."

"Yes, if scientists are all guys with that character, then the world would be too boring."

"You say so... Black Duke Reinhardt!"

Sure enough, he obviously knew Reinhardt.

Begapunk took the wine bottle and took another sip in his mouth. Then he showed an expression of enjoyment, and said with some disdain: "Those dragons are really bastards, knowing that one of my hobbies is I like wine, but never give me Blue•GOD."

Blue•GOD is the most expensive wine in the world today, and it is wildly sought after by aristocrats and wine lovers. The price of a bottle on the black market has reached nearly 5 million bel. The key is that there is a price but no market.

This is entirely derived from Reinhardt’s marketing method. The scarcity is the most expensive, the annual output is extremely limited, and the trademark is exclusive. He is now the four emperors, and no one dares to imitate it except the world government. , The world government has no energy to do this, so Blue•GOD is a more important link in his business alliance.

Moreover, his exclusive secret recipe comes from the geocentric spring of Polkalia in the North Sea and the maple leaf of the Maple Leaf Country. Both of these raw materials are firmly controlled by him.

Therefore, the Reinhardt Brewing Factory has now become the largest winery in the world. There are three types of wines, low, medium, and high-end. He has long since recommended the taste of the hero white It has been changed to a taste that most people in this world often drink. As for the high-quality liquor of his previous life, it is generally only used for collection or internal drinking.

Of course, in the entire Black Duke Pirate Group, except for Reinhardt, everyone else was not used to drinking that kind of high-grade liquor.

Reinhardt looked at Begapunk with a strange feeling in his heart.

"Blue•GOD was created by me. I have broken with the world government. Naturally, the world government cannot own Blue•GOD. Even if it does, the Denon people can't drink enough by themselves, let alone you."

Reinhardt walked towards Bergapunk and sat on the chair beside him.

"Oh yes, I forgot that Blue•GOD itself was made by you."

Begapunk took a few more sips with the wine. Soon, a bottle of Blue•GOD bottomed out. Reinhardt shook his head helplessly. This guy was really an alcoholic, and then he took the only one left on him. The bottle of Blue•GOD was thrown to him, and said: "The last bottle."

Begapunk took the wine, opened the cap and drank it. Not long afterwards, he finally sighed with satisfaction: "Since I drank Blue•GOD ten years ago, I was drinking wine provided by the world government. It always feels like one The taste of raw plastic.” (People who like to drink white wine should know that in recent years, a very hot wine has a taste of raw plastic. The marketing is awesome, but the quality of the product is in a mess.)

Reinhardt shook his head helplessly. He was such a speechless guy. A bottle of wine could have such a sigh.

After drinking half of it, Begapunk shook his head slightly, seeming to feel a little dizzy: "I used to see your name in the newspapers and news, but I didn't expect to come here in person, let's talk, come to me this time What's the big deal?"

Begapunk didn't talk nonsense, the two obviously only met for the first time, but the conversation was like old friends for many years.

He also knew that it would be an unimaginable event to allow a fellow of the Four Emperors to take a trip in person, but she didn't know it. His original purpose was not for his Begapunk.