Ignite the fire from the pirates

But now...is not a good time to anger Marijoa.

"The revolutionary army is becoming more and more powerful. The emergence of the New Era Newspaper has even given them the power to influence the direction of the world."

Beckman paused and said, "Shanks, we don't have the ability to fight against opponents like the Revolutionary Army right now."

"I know."

Shanks nodded and replied: "Being able to fight against the World Government and survive fearlessly after killing Celestial Dragons several times, that gentleman alone is already a very troublesome person."

"But Beckman... the importance of that devil fruit concerns the future of the world. No matter what, we can't let it fall into the hands of the World Government."

Beckman nodded upon hearing this.

Then the two fell silent.

……

At the same time, somewhere in the Clover Islands in the East China Sea.

At this moment, Foz F of CP9 is checking the intelligence he has collected. As an intelligence officer, he needs to pick out useful information from this messy intelligence.

But in fact, he was a little confused at the moment.

CP9's power in the entire CP is not as strong as CP0's, and their target this time is just a parahuman devil fruit...

But even though it is such a simple and unimportant mission, since setting sail and arriving in the East China Sea, Den Den Mushi have been coming one after another to ask about the progress.

So that parahuman devil fruit is important?

In a hotel near CP9's temporary base, three members of the Revolutionary Army's Eastern Army were using telescopes to monitor CP9's every move.

"Captain, is this purple devil fruit that important? It seems to be just an ordinary parahuman-type one in the illustrated manual?"

The team leader Luca, who was observing the opposite side, glanced at his team members.

"Don't you know the confidentiality principle?"

"Or do you want to go back and rebuild like some of the members of the Tekira Wolf?"

This made the team members pull their lips consciously.

After a long time, Luca put down the telescope and handed it to another team member, then went back to the side and made some marks on the recorded documents.

Most of them are the recent routes of action of those guys on the opposite side, and there are also certain guesses about their combat power.

After the rubber fruit appeared in the East China Sea, he informed his family as soon as he learned the information because he had been warned about it long ago.

My family also takes it very seriously. Although I don’t know where my teammates are, there are probably at least seven or eight teams gathered on this island.

But recently, they discovered traces of the World Government CPs.

In order to prevent being intercepted by these loyal dogs, they had to allocate a team to monitor them.

"Captain, their communicator is ringing."

Hearing this, Luca immediately stood up, walked to a machine and put the headset to his ear.

After the crackling sound of electricity, the call came through clearly.

Paper and pen records.

[Sir, we got the news that the devil fruit appeared in the Hog's Head Bar recently, and a drunkard boasted about it.]

[Have you confirmed the identity of the drunkard? ]

[It is still under investigation.]

【ASAP. 】

【clear! 】

……

Chapter 222 Five Elder Stars: Erase That Town

In a bar in a small town in the Clover Islands in the East China Sea, seven or eight villagers were chatting and drinking.

"I don't know how long it will take for the rain to fall. It has been more than 20 days in a row. With the temperature like this, the water in the well is not enough."

"Let's wait a few more days. The grain caravan will come again in a few months for the last time this year. It won't be a big problem."

The three people sitting around suddenly lowered their voices, and one of them said, "I don't know when the New Era will publish its latest issue. The ending of the Black Arm General has worried me for more than ten days."

At this moment, the door of the bar was kicked open.

I saw a dozen guys coming in, some carrying flintlock rifles and some with swords on their waists.

The bearded leader walked to the bar, glanced at the trembling boss, and drew his sword.

"Oh!"

The blade was embedded three-quarters into the bar, and the bearded man said, "Bring out all the good wine, understand?"

The tavern owner nodded repeatedly: "Understood...I'll go right away."

"Snapped."

Because he was too flustered, he fell down and broke his forehead, but this made a dozen bandits laugh.

"As expected of the boss, this guy's posture just now was ridiculous."

"Just the momentum is enough to make the other party surrender. Our boss is a big shot with a bounty of three million Baileys!"

The leading bandit leader was very proud. He sheathed his knife and walked over to a few villagers.

"Goo."

They swallowed their saliva, even though their faces were red from drinking. After seeing the long sword on the other party's waist, the few people who were chatting happily just now quickly got up and left.

However, before they could leave the house, they were stopped by a bandit with a drawn knife.

"Shh!"

The back of the knife swung violently.

"what!!"

The ordinary villagers were beaten until their mouths were full of blood, and they spat out a few teeth while screaming, and rolled on the ground wailing in pain.

"Idiot! We are bandits!"

"You're looking down on us by leaving like this, you bastard!"

"Click."

The flintlocks were pulled, and at once five or six guns were all pointed at the villagers at the door.

"Sir, the grain caravan has not arrived yet. We are out of money right now."

Seven or eight villagers squatted on the ground, tremblingly explaining themselves, and one of them was still sobbing and wailing.

However, a bandit walked forward and kicked the villager who had just been knocked down by the back of the knife.

"Boom."

"Why are you making noise when I'm talking? Do you look down on me, you bastard?"

"Boom."

"You have money to drink but no money to hand over? What do you think we are? Good people?"

The last kick was aimed at the head, and he even raised the long knife in his hand.

"You guys won't listen to my nice talk...so you really want to die, right? You want money over life?"

The dazed middle-aged villager's face was covered in blood, and he stared at the bandits: "You...you...a bunch of bastards!"

The cursing was very soft, but it was clearly heard throughout the small pub.

For a moment, the other five or six villagers who were kneeling on the ground widened their eyes, their eyes full of panic.

"Sir, sir, he is a lunatic, he has a mental problem, you..."

Before he could finish his words, more than a dozen bandits looked at him at the same time, making the villager swallow his words.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

At this time, the bandit leader, who had been silent all this time, stood behind the villagers, looking at them as if they were livestock.

Then he stretched out his hand, and his men quickly handed him a flintlock.

Aim and pull the trigger.

"Oh!"

Sparks flew, and the middle-aged man with a bloody face collapsed to the ground. Lead bullets shot into his head and blood flowed all over the ground.

The bandit leader looked at the remaining villagers and said, "You still want to teach me how to do things now? I am a bandit! A big bandit with a bounty of three million berries. Can't those stupid pirates understand me better?"

He just picked up the wine bottle next to him, drank it all, and then kicked the kneeling and trembling villager to the ground.

"I just closed a deal worth 30 million Baileys. I'm asking you to pay up because I want to give you face! So, you bunch of lowly people, don't you want to give me this face?"

The trembling villagers began to take out all the small-denomination Baileys and begged for mercy, hoping to escape with their lives.

They knew that this group of bandits did not originally have so many weapons, but now they even had flintlock rifles.

Paying money to save your life is the only option.

At this moment, the two members of CP9 who had been hiding in the dark corner of the tavern and watching looked at each other.

"Do you want to take action?"

"The fruit has most likely been sold by them. We haven't seen them during our surveillance here. It's obvious that they went to complete the transaction I just mentioned."

"Report it first. It seems like they won't leave for a while."

"it is good."

……

Half an hour later, six villagers crawled out of the tavern carrying a corpse.

In the woods opposite the tavern, a team of revolutionary soldiers was observing the movements in the tavern.

"These bastards actually killed a villager!"

"The World Government is in there, but they obviously don't care about the lives of ordinary people."

"At the moment, the tavern owner is the only one left in the tavern, but if we take action, the people from the World Government will discover our presence."

Team leader Bach thought for a while, then said, "No. As long as they come to the tavern for the purpose of drinking, then the owner of this tavern will be safe in the short term. Wait a minute, this group of bandits and the World Government have been waiting for so long, they will not let go of this opportunity."

The three of them stared at each other for a moment, then fell silent again.

Just ten minutes later, three figures in the distance approached quickly. In order to hurry, they even used shavers, and headed straight for the tavern.

"boom!"

This time the wooden door of the tavern was kicked directly into pieces. After Foz F walked in, his eyes immediately locked onto the bandits.

"Asshole! Who are you?!"

"How dare you interrupt us while we're drinking? Are you tired of living?"

"Kill him!"

"A guy looking for death."

……

All of a sudden, long swords were drawn and the muzzles of several guns were pointed at the target.

However, Foz F didn't care and still looked at the bandit leader who was drinking quietly.

"Ah!"

After a light laugh, Fuzi Fu said, "If I didn't know that you were just an ordinary bandit, I would have thought you were some big shot with such a calm demeanor."

After the boss finished speaking, he didn't say anything, but a dozen of his younger brothers began to compete to show off.

"What are you talking about you asshole?"

"Shoot him!"

"shooting!"