Pirates Never Work Overtime

Magellan was taken aback for a moment and showed a surprised expression that I must have heard correctly.

He didn't expect that Morse would agree so happily. After all, his opponent was the butcher Yu Zhiliu.

After looking Morse up and down again, and confirming that he was serious, he spoke slowly with a hint of recognition in his tone.

"Xiliu should still be honing his sword skills in the LV5 extreme cold hell. I will let Hannibal take you there directly later, and then you will be on your own."

"Hone your sword skills. Hasn't that guy received any news yet?" Mers was a little surprised. Didn't he say that he had already announced the death penalty? How could he be allowed to continue killing prisoners?

Magellan explained patiently: "You may have misunderstood. All this was announced secretly by the World Government. Apart from you and me, no one knows about this order yet, including Shiliu himself."

This is also the reason why he told Hannibal before notifying Shiliu. He was worried that the two of them would fight directly at the port after meeting. If it was publicized, it would definitely cause a new riot in Impel Down City.

Even if Morse successfully kills Shiliu, the result will not be in line with the original intention of the World Government, and everything will be lost by then.

"Is that so? It really fits the character of those guys. It's really annoying."

After hearing Morse's complaints, Magellan didn't comment much, although he thought so too.

"Aren't you affected by my poisonous gas, Morse?"

Looking at Morse who had taken off his gas mask, Magellan looked amazed, as if he had discovered a new world.

"Is that what you're talking about?" I picked up the gas mask next to me and waved it a few times at the green smoke floating in the air, which blocked my sight.

Seeing Magellan nod, he slowly said in a nonchalant tone: "Except for blocking the line of sight, everything else about this thing is fine, eh! As for the impact, it just tastes a bit special. I thought it was you.

The aromatherapy I ordered! I have to say the taste is very unique.”

"Aromatherapy?" Who would use this color of aromatherapy? Magellan was speechless. It was the first time that someone was completely unaffected by his own poisonous gas. It seems that his new warden is not bad. At least he doesn't have to worry about accidental injuries when doing things in the future.

situation occurred.

"These poisonous mist are the side effects of eating the devil fruit. I'm sorry, they are completely out of my control."

"Are there any side effects? It looks like the fruit is very powerful! Even the side effects are scary."

The two of them stopped talking about official matters and instead started chatting casually on this topic. Those who didn't know it thought they were good friends for many years.

Not long after, Hannibal took a stack of documents and pushed straight in without knocking. He walked straight into Magellan's conference room with a proud look on his face.

"Asshole! Don't you even know how to knock on the door now! Hannibal!" Seeing Hannibal's appearance, Magellan felt that he had lost face in front of Morse, so he directly reprimanded him.

"This is going to be my office soon. There is no reason to knock on the door when I go back to my own office. You must redecorate it after I move in. Such fine furniture has been contaminated by your nasty poisonous gas."

Hannibal didn't see Morse at all due to his lack of vision, so he argued directly with Magellan as usual.

As he spoke, he handed the document in his hand to Magellan, "The group of prisoners has been handed over. They are much stronger than I thought. It seems that the lower floors can replenish a group of labor force. By the way, Smoker

That guy seemed to be really in a hurry this time. He ran away right after the handover, without even waiting for the companion who came with him. Fortunately, I even got him a box of good cigars!"

As he spoke, he habitually looked at Magellan's office again. The more he looked at it, the more displeased he became. He made up his mind that as soon as he got promoted, he would renovate the place and change it to his own pharaonic style. That was the romance of a man.

Suddenly he seemed to remember something again: "By the way, wasn't the colonel named 'White Snake' taken away by you? Where is he now? He won't be locked up by you! Even if that guy is a little rude, you can't

You don’t care about the navy’s face!”

"Cough cough cough!"

Hearing a sudden cough from behind, Hannibal was startled and quickly looked back.

It was also at this time that he noticed Meres sitting on the sofa behind him. He suddenly looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say at all. He glared at Magellan fiercely.

When he turned around, he realized that Morse was not wearing a gas mask. He was still able to wave to himself in an office surrounded by poisonous gas without incident. He was shocked for a moment. This guy was completely immune to Magellan's poisonous gas.

Impact.

Magellan was really afraid that Hannibal was making a joke, so he pointed at Hannibal and said hurriedly:

"You should have seen it just now. This guy is Hannibal and the two women before are the backbone of Impel Down City. From now on, just leave it to them to do anything. In Impel Down City, you only need to ensure that there are no riots and the living conditions are

It’s enough that it doesn’t get worse. Of course, the most important thing is to ensure that no one successfully escapes from Impel Down and breaks our iron rules.”

"Yes, I know."

Seeing the steady appearance of this young guy in front of him, who was already on an equal footing with him despite his young age, Magellan suddenly said with emotion:

"I'm really getting old, and my future depends on young people like you! I heard there's no Hannibal."

Morse smiled and did not answer, but asked: "Then, will Deputy Director Hannibal take me on a trip?"

"Me? What are you talking about and where are you going?" Hannibal was a little confused for a moment and couldn't understand what the two people were talking about.

Magellan shook his head helplessly. Hannibal was really uneasy sometimes. He patted the table lightly to attract Hannibal's attention again.

"Next, Colonel Morse will also serve as the warden of Impel Down City. You should also make a hard trip and take the new 'warden' to Xi Liu to hand over the relevant procedures. If the right person is sent to you, he will come back directly. I

I have something else for you to take care of, do you hear me?"

Hannibal was even more confused. Why did the warden need to be changed as he advanced into the city? Why didn't he get any news? Suddenly something occurred to him, and he opened his mouth and asked: "What about you? Get out of here anytime, I've already prepared it."

After taking office, I have even arranged my future work plans."

"Poof!"

Morse couldn't bear it anymore. Hannibal's ambition was so blatant and undisguised. He didn't know how Magellan could endure it.

As if he heard Morse's thoughts, Magellan took a deep breath.

Take another breath!

Bang!

"Shut up, Hannibal!"

In the end, he couldn't hold it back anymore. He jumped across the large desk and came to Hannibal's side. His huge fist firmly hit Hannibal's head.

"Holy shit, I'm really poisoned! Magellan, you guys are actually being serious! Come on, save me!"

Seeing Hannibal's skin turn purple and slowly collapse with foam at the mouth, Morse not only didn't feel any fluctuation in his heart, but actually wanted to laugh.

The corner of Morse's mouth twitched, and he suppressed a smile and asked: "Is this really good? Director Magellan, he looks like he is about to die!"

"It's okay. He's used to it. He'll be fine after a while. Give him some medicine and calm down for a while! But it looks like you have to wait a little longer. Go ahead and have a cup of tea!"

With that said, he lifted Hannibal up from the ground, skillfully took out a tube of potion from the other man's waist, and poured it into Hannibal's mouth, completely ignoring whether he was uncomfortable or not.

Mers smiled and picked up the cool teacup in front of him and took a slow sip as if he was witnessing a good show.

After Magellan drank the medicine, he carried Hannibal and swayed it in the air several times before throwing him to the ground as if to relieve his anger, leaving him to fend for himself.

Sitting back behind the desk again, he looked at Morse with a wry smile: "I'm sorry for being a little impulsive, but except for his words, this guy is a completely loyal and conscientious warden, even better than me.

good."

After speaking, he was still worried that Morse wouldn't believe him, so he slowly told Hannibal's story while Hannibal was still awake.